#or the dude headbanging in his car

[the-music-keeper]

Objective #5 is done. You know it's bad when I'm going downstairs to check my laundry and calling it a break.

[riality-check]

The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

[thefreakandthehair]

piece of cake

written for ‘cake’ wc: 311 | rated: g | cw: none @steddiemicrofic

June 25th, 1989

“Why’s no one moving? Is this part of the metal show experience?” Steve groans, one hand resting on the bottom of the wheel and the other raking roughly through his hair.

“Nope, this is the by-product of people not knowing how to fucking drive.” Eddie sighs and shakes his head, the bun he’s tied his frizzy hair into sliding to one side.

Their ears ring and their necks begin to ache as the post-concert euphoria fades after waiting in a non-moving line of traffic for forty-five minutes. It’s unsurprising given all that their bodies have been through, but Eddie will be damned if he lets the Upside Down take headbanging from him.

Steve had joined in with him, of course, wanting to give Eddie the full experience after missing them the last time they were around in 1986 but fun as it was, he’s paying for it already. All he wants to do is get home from Fort Wayne, lay down in the shower, and will the headache away. Cars inch forward, slow and tedious, but it’s movement all the same. Just as they approach the end of the aisle, a lifted pick-up truck tries to squeeze out ahead of them.

“Oh you mother– I’m getting us out of here, Ed. Watch this,” Steve grits out, placing his hand on Eddie’s chest.

“What are you–”

“Hey! Hey, asshole!” Steve yells out Eddie’s passenger window. He points a finger furiously and looks the driver straight-on with the confidence of a man who’s fought monsters and won. “Not today. Wait your fucking turn.”

Without another word, Steve inches forward and breaks free of the aisle.

“Dude, are you insane? What was that?” Eddie asks, wide-eyed and unbearably turned on.

Steve turns to wink at his boyfriend whose cheeks are flushed from more than the summer heat.

“See? Piece of cake.”

[laundrybandit]

never posted something like this but im in a mood rn;

CG DEAN WINCHESTER

watching him struggle to put a car seat in the backseat of the impala because i dont think those have seatbelts (heas swearing and shaking it around angrily but its fine because hes mostly joking) ((bonus points if he calls sam and says ‘the damn thing’s haunted or something!!’))

sitting in the back on a trip and complaining about being cold (old cars yknow) and he just tosses back one of his jackets and its so big it just swallows you whole

a ridiculous amount of baby jokes, walking back to the car “alright kiddo, you driving?” or acting shocked at a bill and asking if you brought your wallet, “whadda you want? cheeseburger? nahh your too little for that-“

making dinner while you babble and play in the floor, occasionally chiming in with a “uh huh/ no way??/ tell me more!”

running around wearing his clothes and playing ’hunter’ (hes the monster and just tickles you when you get caught)

getting ridiculous matching accessories (big pink sunglasses, clunky bracelets, plastic gem ring)

[🫎: “uhh dude? what are you wearing?” 🐿️:*wearing the most obnoxiously large and glittery sunglasses with neon hair clips all over* ”its called fashion sammy, you could learn a thing or two🙄”]

headbanging/air instrumentals to childish songs (acting like the ABCS is the heaviest metal hes ever heard)

OBVIOSLY watching scooby doo with you. how could i forget that

[pizzaqueen]

“What did you want to be when you grew up?” Eddie asks, head lolling toward Steve, his legs hanging off the end of Steve’s bed. “You know, when you were a kid.”

“I don’t know, man, I can’t remember back that far.”

“Oh, yeah, it was so long ago.” Eddie sticks his tongue out when Steve gives him a look. “C’mon. The first thing you can remember thinking ‘I wanna be that.’” He props himself on an elbow, looking down at Steve. “Doesn’t matter how crazy or out there.”

A furrow appears in Steve’s brows as his thinking face appears. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite faces, but, then he likes Steve’s face no matter what it’s doing. And then a small, wistful smile tugs at the corner of Steve’s lips and he just says, “Herbie.”

“Herbie who?”

“The Love Bug.” Steve holds his hands in front of him like he’s holding a steering wheel and makes a vroom vroom noise. “You know, the little Volkswagen Beetle.”

“What about him?”

“That’s what I wanted to be.”

Eddie blinks and then he grins. “You wanted to be a car?” He huffs out a laugh.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You said it didn’t matter how crazy or out there it was.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t laugh.”

“You’re an asshole.” Steve whacks Eddie in the chest and Eddie falls back onto the bed. “And I was, like, three, okay?” But he looks more happily annoyed than annoyed annoyed. “I’ve just always thought cars were cool, and that’s what I wanted to be when I was a kid. I spent months after I saw the movie pretending to be him.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “It’s actually pretty cute.” And it is. The thought of tiny little Steve pretending to be Herbie makes Eddie feel all warm and fond and like his heart is too big for his chest. “It suits you.” Steve glances at him and the warmth rises to Eddie’s face. “Being Herbie that is.”

Steve’s lips twitch. “Thanks. I’m glad you think I’d make a good car.” He folds his hands on his stomach. “What did you want to be?”

“A rock star,” Eddie says, no hesitation.

“Isn’t that what you want to be now?”

“Yep! It’s what I was born to be.”

Steve falls silent a moment, staring up at the ceiling. And then he says, “Must be nice, to be so sure.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, “but…” He hesitates a moment and adds, “Doesn’t mean it’ll happen,” and it’s the first time he’s really admitted his dream might be just that: a dream.

“I guess. You’ve still got something, though.”

“You will.”

The bed shifts under Steve’s weight as he moves around, pillowing his head on his arms. “I don’t know. I don’t think the things I’m good at really scream career opportunities.”

“Careers are overrated.”

“Wanna tell my dad that?”

Eddie scrunches his face up. “Nah, but you still gotta do what makes you happy.”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“Well, while you figure it out, you can be our roadie,” Eddie says and he’s mostly serious. He likes the idea of going on tour and Steve being there with him.

“Thanks, nothing more I’d love than to spend my time lugging your crap around.”

“You should be honored, dude.” Eddie lets out a long suffering sigh. “Or, if you don’t wanna lug our crap around, you could always be our backup headbanger.”

“Backup headbanger?”

“Instead of dancer.”

“Is that a thing?”

Eddie shrugs. “It is now.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, okay, I’ll think about it.” He tilts his head toward Eddie. “The pay any good?”

“Uh, free merch and the pleasure of my company.”

“Well, I can’t turn down an offer like that.”

“It’s irresistible.”

“Yeah, sign me right up.”

Eddie pushes himself up, so he’s sitting and sticks out his hand. “It’s a deal.”

“Okay,” Steve says, taking Eddie’s hand and shaking it. “Deal.” And he holds onto Eddie’s hand a moment longer.

[ghostsbimbo]

The boys and going to the Trinity Of Terror [3rd Leg] with you

A/N: for those who don't know what the ToT Tour is, it's a 3 part tour containing Motionless in White, Ice Nine Kills, Black Veil Brides, and at some shows, Atreyu - I went to it last year and it's coming up on the one year since then, so why not make a whole post dedicated to it. Also, my very first attempt at writing Rudy and Alejandro!! :D hope you like it.

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

the dude would much be the type to help you get to the barrier and keep your guys' spot safe, glaring at anyone who would complain about his tall stature being right at them. He didn't wear his skull mask or balaclava, but you did do his make up so it'd very much fit one of the aesthetics of the bands. - He agreed to do a horror movie-esque look for Ice Nine Kills. - He wouldn't show it, but he definitely admired you in all the lighting. He also managed to catch a rose and guitar pick at the end of Motionless in White's set for you <3. Oh and he watched with an amused look when you were squealing over getting the set list.

John Price

Peepaw would be in the seats as you had the time of your life down in the general admissions area. He'd be watching with worried eyes when he seen the amount of mosh pits going, and get even more worried when you went into one. He's to old for this, and to see how you just ate up the energy of it all was amazing. He would definitely go through the concerts again if it meant seeing you so energized and happy after the show.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

You can not deny he'd be one to join in on the fun that is mosh pits. Of course, you'd have to teach him pit etiquette first, but it'd still be so worth it in the end. He'd also make sure to get you guys matching hoodies for y'all afterwards. you'd guys argue over which band, before settling on Ice Nine Kills hoodie, and then the SpongeBob themed Motionless in White shirt.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I'm so sorry, but I don't think I can even see him at a metal concert. He'd be the type to drop you and a group of friends off and give you his card for merch - and food if you're hungry enough to spend money on stadium food. - He'd probably just sit in the car in the parking garage until you and your friends were ready to go. He knows the type of shows you like going to when you told him about one singular one, and his anxiety is like "nope, not for me, but I will totally drop you and your friends off at them"

König

His build and stature REALLY helps you out, Barricade EASILY. Sticks out like a sore thumb to the bands. Chris Motionless even taking a few minutes during the show to point him out in the crowd. - being nice of course, because that man is a SWEET HEART, like if you look up the word sweetheart in the dictionary? An image of Chris pops up. - Anyways, he gets like two flowers from MIW easily, one for you, and one for a little kid that was about 6 or 7 he had seen in the crowd that was bummed out he didn't get one. oh and he definitely got a drum stick from the drummer who he remembered was your favorite members. [ How could he forget? You have a whole fan blog dedicated to the drummer, Vinny Mauro ]. He is also VERY fascinated by the Bombshells during Motionless's set, especially when they have the grind pads near their crotch and have sparks going everywhere - "Mein Gott, isn't that dangerous?" - He also is all heart eyes for Spencer from Ice Nine Kills. Dude changes his lock screen to a photo of Spencer that he got during the show, even.

Alejandro Vargas

You would spend MONTHS begging him to go with you. He finally crumbles the night before. He definitely is the guy to stand there, straight faced and his arms crossed over his chest while you're headbanging and going into mosh pits and crowd surfing.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

He'd probably surprise you with VIP tickets so you could do the meet and greet. - hell, he'd use the meet n greet to propose to you so you could be proposed to in front of your favorite band because that dork loves you. - He'd also spoil the FUCK out of you with merch after :)

[resident-gay-bitch]

mommy issues

part 18 / contents

eddie picked up the phone as it rang, as quickly as he could so it wouldn’t wake wayne, “hello?”

“yo, dude.” it was gareth, “i’m about to get the lovebirds, we want burgers. you coming?”

“yeah.” eddie nodded, “i’ll be out in five.”

“okay, see ya then.”

eddie hung up the phone and hurried down to his room, changing his shirt from his fuck off of a fathers to a more acceptable faded old ratty metallica one that the moths may or may not have gotten too. he pulled on a zip up hoodie, and threw one of wayne’s jackets on over the top, because even though it was summer, eddie knew gareth was going to blast his goddamned aircon way too high and he’d shiver without it. he tugged on his boots and checked his hair in the mirror.

it was so smooth now.

you worked wonders.

he heard the car horn out the front and pulled the collar of his hoodie up high around his neck to cover it. he rushed out the door with a bright smile.

eddie shut the door and turned around to see gareth and grant in the front seats raising their hands in the air in a stupid sort of dance, and jeff was leant forward between the front two seats doing the funky monkey. eddie laughed and rushed for the backseat.

he slid in, the hoodie still secure around his neck. he pulled the door shut at the loud blast of gareth’s metal tape consumed the small space. they all started to headbang along as gareth pulled out onto the road again.

the music was turned down after a minute.

“what did you do to it, man?” grant asked, holding up a dishevelled action figure he found on the ground, “he’s dead!”

“oh, don’t even, man.” gareth shook his head, “i was picking up steph last night and it was on the seat, and she like… looked at it for a bit and then just tossed it on the ground and i was like, whatever. i’ll pick it up after, she’s a bitch. but then, when we got back into the car after raiding the seven eleven i saw shed crushed it with her pristine fucking sneakers, and so i just took her home.”

“what the fuck, she crushed it?” jeff asked, shocked.

“obliterated it.”

“awh man,” eddie said, reaching forward to grab it and inspect the poor toy himself, “fuck, this was your new character!”

“i know!” gareth gasped, “she didn’t even apologise.”

“dump the whore.” jeff said.

“i agree.” eddie blew a raspberry and tossed the action figure into the front dash, “she’s done to many mean things to my garebear.” eddie gave gareth’s shoulders a squeeze from behind him.

“shut the fuck up, eddie.” gareth sneered, giving him a glance though the review mirror.

“sometimes i think you two have move chemistry than jeff and i, and we’re literally in love.” grant commented and it made eddie and gareth laugh.

eddie wrapped his arms around gareth’s seat and chest in an attempted a hug, “it’s because he’s been my secret lover all this time, haven’t you shnookums?”

gareth hummed and made kissy faces, turning his cheek slightly so eddie could smack one on him, “hmm, the best damn sex i’ve ever had, babylove.”

“weird bromance aside,” jeff said, grabbing eddie’s shoulder and pulling him back into his own seat, “they have a point. she’s a bitch.”

“she’s a hot bitch.” gareth pointed back at him, “and she really really likes having sex with me.”

“you’ve cheated on me now, garebear?” eddie gasped, “i’m heartbroken.”

gareth poked his tounge out at eddie through the review mirror, “look, can we not talk about stephanie? i’m trying to avoid that headache right now.”

“affirmative, cappin’.” eddie muttered, putting on some strange voice that didn’t make sense and saluting.

“yeah, alright.” grant nodded, “but you can’t avoid it forever.”

“got it.” gareth clicked his tongue and turned a corner, “what do you fuckers want?”

“you.” eddie hummed, “always you, lover.”

“you’re going to make me sick.” jeff deadpanned him.

eddie dove for him, poking his tongue out and trying to lick jeff’s face.

“you’re an animal!” jeff tried to shove him off.

“hey! hey!” gareth called out, “no fighting… or… getting frisky in the back of my car.”

eddie managed to stab his tongue into the high of jeff’s cheek and he pulled away with a laugh, and jeff wiped the very little slobber away in a dramatic feat and wined.

“i’ve been contaminated. i’ve got hetero-cooties!”

“oh, ease up, jeff.” grant said with a laugh, “we all know eddie’s not straight.”

eddie retaliated by shoving his boot forward into grants chest.

“why are we friends with him?” gareth asked and it made eddie cackle.

“i dunno man.” jeff shrugged, “we thought you were cool, but apparently he just fucking follows you everywhere.”

“like a shaddow.” grant added, flaring his hands out for dramatics.

“aww, you want me to follow you boys around too?” eddie hummed, batting his eyelids at a rapid pace, “you jealous?”

“i’d rather die.” jeff said plainly.

“can you lot shut up and tell me what you want?” gareth shouted, “we’re fucking here.”

“milkshake, fries.” eddie said, pulled himself forward to kiss gareth’s cheek again.

“ew.” gareth wiped the ‘slobber’ off and wiped it on grants leg.

“dude!” grant wailed.

“i’ll have a cheese burger.” jeff cut in, ever the calm one, “large coke and some fries.”

“i’ll have the same, but a chicken cheese instead.”

“got it.” gareth nodded and slid up to the window of the diner, which was trying a new drive through feature out which these boys absolutely adored on a saturday afternoon.

gareth made the order and held his hand out, and everyone slapped down their change to pay for their meals. once the food was collected (and more petty bickering was made), gareth drove into the carpark and cut the engine. the food was handed out, and there was peace, just for a moment.

“eddie, you want front seat?” grant asked, shoving fries into his mouth.

“yeah!” eddie grinned, slurping his shake.

grant opened the passenger door and rolled out before slamming it shut, and eddie grabbed his things and climbed through the centre console to plop down on the seat.

“dude!” gareth slapped his calves, “feet off the leather- do you know how much this car cost?”

“more than me, i know.” eddie drawled with a roll of his eyes, “got it, dad.”

gareth squinted his eyes and then reached into the takeaway bag and pulled something out, handing it to eddie.

eddie gasped excitedly and set his drink down between his feet. he was sitting with his back to the door and his knees curled up to his chest so he could face everyone in the car. he made grabby hands for what gareth was holding.

“you got me pie?” eddie asked.

gareth pulled it back with a mean grin, “well, i might have.”

“what?” eddie asked, knowing he’d have to do something to get it.

now that he’d seen free pie on the horizon, he really fucking wanted it.

g cleared his throat, “so… upgraded from mechanic to plumber, huh?”

eddie squinted his eyes at his best friend, and then even more at the other two who were looking at him with smug grins.

“yeah, bet you fixed her pipes real good.” grant said and then snickered.

eddie’s eyes widened with the realisation as to what they were talking about.

“shut up.”

“status report?” gareth asked.

eddie looked at him for a moment, trying to hold back a grin, and then he yanked the collar of his hoodie down to show his neck.

the boys went crazy. they all held up their hands and shook them out and did this stupid thing they all do when they pretend they’re overly excited popular girls in movies and squeal for good news. so that’s what the did, they all shook their hands and squealed for eddie.

he cupped his hands over his mouth and cleared his throat, fixing his voice to sound robotic and deep and said, “status updated from; virgin nerd, to; stepmother-fucking nerd!”

they all squealed again.

“dude! no way.” gareth slapped eddie’s knees.

“yes way!” eddie laughed, “dude, it was so hot- her shower was not broken, by the way. it was all a ploy to take me to bed-“

“dude…” jeff laughed, “we know.”

“that’s like… the most classic line in the book.” gareth agreed.

“what?” eddie’s arms dropped, “well, i didn’t know.”

gareth pulled a strange face and handed the pie over to eddie, “it astounds me how thick headed you can be sometimes.”

“well, so-rry for not assuming my stepmother was trying to lure me to bed.” eddie hummed, chomping into it, and it was apple today, one of his favourites, “i’m just not a dirty minded fuck like you lot.”

“well, that’s the biggest pile of shit i’ve ever heard.” grant snickered.

eddie swatted at him, and then grant swatted back, so eddie lunged forward to grab his head and shove it down, but grant grumbled and wrestled eddie’s arms back.

“can you-“ jeff tried to cut in by pulling their arms apart, but it was no feat, “jesus-“

“someones a little excited today, i think.” gareth laughed and poked eddie’s neck, “she really did some damage, ed.”

eddie, suddenly forgetting all about his attack on poor grant in the back seat, slumped back against the door wirh a dopey grin and sipped on his chocolate shake, “yeah…” he giggled, like a love sick girl.

“oh my god,” jeff said, leaning his head between the two front seats to look at eddie better, “you are a mess.”

“what did she do to you?” gareth asked in shock.

eddie giggled again, “she took my virginity.”

all the guys laughed at him, happy smiles. eddie knew they were making fun, of course they were, eddie was acting like he was twelve again, but he also knew they weren’t actually judging. they were happy for him, this was just really amusing.

“so…” grant shook his head at eddie, “you going to disclose all the juicy details, or are you going to leave us hanging?”

“well!” eddie said, sipping his shake one last time before sitting it down. he cleared his throat and clasped his hands together, “it was… phenomenal. literally the best sex anyone’s ever had, i’m sure.”

“yes, obviously.” gareth dead panned him, “because you, a lanky nerd virgin freak knows how to fuck.”

eddie kicked him, “like you’re any better- and i’m not lanky, thank you. i’m just… tall. i have muscles.”

“sure you do,” grant poked his shin, “twiggie.”

eddie sneered at him, “she happens to think i do, thank you. and i can pick her up with ease, so that’s all that matters.”

“oh, so there was picking up involved?” gareth asked, taking a bite of his burger without paying attention to it, and sauce dribbled down his front.

eddie grabbed a napkin and tossed it at him, “no, not… during. i just- i’ve picked her up before. she likes to be manhandled, i think.”

“hmm, who doesn’t?” gareth asked, wiping his front and making missy faces at eddie, “i want you to pick me up and toss me around, big boy.”

eddie grinned at him, “oh, lover, why didn’t you ask sooner?”

“gag.” jeff said without a hint of emotion, “i’m gagging right now. this is so gross.”

“does anyone have a knife so i can cut my ears off?” grant asked, “i don’t want to hear anything, ever again.”

eddie and gareth laughed.

“okay, well…” eddie cleared his throat again and ate some of his fries, “first- oh, after she spat in my mouth and told me i had to do as she said-“

“oh, fuck man…” gareth looked at him wearily, “she was in control?”

eddie nodded, “full on in control.”

“dude.” gareth pulled at his cheeks, “that’s so hot.”

“a woman in control is hot-“ grant said.

“hey!” jeff slapped his arm, “boyfriend in the car.”

grant grinned at him, “women in control is hot, but you’re hotter.”

“ew!” eddie said, “gag! i’m literally gagging!”

“cut off my ears!” gareth said, laughing with eddie now, “you’re so gross!”

they both had a hand shoved into their face.

“please, continue, i’m hooked.” jeff said, leaning over the seat to look at eddie eagerly.

“well- okay, so, she’s really into all that bdsm stuff, which is so hot. and she’s like- oh, she’s been to sex parties, man, and she had like, full on subs when she was my age-“

“that’s so weird to think about.” grant said.

“i know.” eddie pointed a fry at him, “so, like, she went full dom mode and called me her sub.”

“i really wouldn’t pin you as a sub.” jeff squinted at him, “like, i know you’re a pathetic virgin- well, not anymore. but like… a sub?”

eddie shrugged, “i mean, yeah.”

“but you’re so big and scary.” gareth added.

“why thank you, garebear.” eddie hummed with a proud smile, “but no, like… she said the same thing. she actually said because i could take control, it was hotter that i didn’t. and like- bro, i’m not getting in the way of her doing what she wants with me. i’m just- i’m happy enough to be included, you know?”

that made them all laugh and nod their heads, “yeah, okay, makes sense.” grant said, “still, it’s bizarre. but also…” he tipped his head to the side.

“yeah,” jeff shrugged, “we did see how she talked to you last night.”

“and she’s your stepmother.” gareth added, “it’s kind of a hot dynamic, if you ask me. like… it makes sense.”

“thank you.” eddie chirped.

“dude, i can’t believe you managed to bag your stepmother.”

“she’s keeping me too.” eddie said with a proud smile, “said so herself. i’m going back tonight.”

gareth struck his hands over his heart and dramatically flopped back into his seat, “you’re leaving me, pumpkin?”

“i’m sorry, it was good whilst it lasted, garebear, but i’ve moved onto hotter things.” eddie played along, as he always did.

“understandable.” gareth nodded, “she’s a peice of art-“

“hey!” eddie glared at him, “careful where you tread, whore. she’s mine.”

“and your dads.” grant snickered.

eddie turned his glare to grant, and it shut him up very fast, “i know, it’s very unfortunate, but! she hates sex with him, takes viagra for it… she likes sex with me. she was the one that asked me to come over again tonight!”

“look at you go.” jeff punched his arm encouragingly and eddie beamed, “told you to stop doubting yourself man, this towns just fucked up and prejudiced.”

eddie smiled down at his lap, “yeah, yeah.”

“okay, so, details?” gareth asked.

eddie nodded and took another sip of his shake, “well, so… yeah, she layed me down and blew me- which was entirely too fast. i’m not even gonna deny it. i just- mouth on dick equals wow.”

“yeah, we’ve all been there, man.” jeff slapped him on the back, “don’t worry.”

“jeff didn’t last three seconds once i put my mouth on him,” grant said with a cheeky grin, “barely put him inside-“

“shut your goddamned mouth.” jeff grabbed him.

“well, i would shut up,” grant shrugged, “if you could get your dick far enough down without blowing your load first.”

“that was one time!” jeff wailed and it made them all laugh.

“okay, well, she gave me a blowjob and then we were kissing, and she was like,” eddie cleared his throat and put on a really terrible you impression, “oh eddie, you have a really good mouth for a virgin, and i was like, thanks, and she was like, do you want to pout that mouth to better use? and like, who was i to say no to that!”

“you are her out?” gareth asked.

“twice.” eddie grinned, “twice in one go. she said i’m really good at it too, and i’m not allowed to eat anyone else out because she wants it all to herself.”

jeff scruffed up his hair.

“this sounds like you’re describing a dream.” grant said, deadpan.

“i know!” eddie exclaimed, “i woke up this morning thinking it was.”

“okay, so, you ate her out, twice…” gareth pointed at him and shoved some fries into his mouth at the same time, “what next-“

“well,” eddie grinned a little evilly, “i didn’t just eat her out.” he giggled, “she sat on my face.”

gareths jaw dropped and the other two in the back seat started a little cheer for him.

“you- she sat on your face?” gareth asked, shocked and quite frankly appalled, “you beat me to that? i can’t believe this! how was it? was it everything we thought it would be?”

“it was better.” eddie sighed, thinking back to it (discreetly moving his milkshake to cover his semi), “oh, to be crushed by those sweet, thick thighs again. to have her on my tongue. i wished she’d just sat there until i suffocated, so the last sounds i ever heard were her moans and my name on her lips, the last taste her sweet cunt, and the last sight to be her naked, just rocking on my face and pulling my hair. i could stay there forever, eternally fucking blissed out.”

“you should turn that into a song.” grant commented.

“i might.” eddie hummed.

“sounds like a dream.” gareth sighed, “i have been trying to get steph to sit on my face for ages, i have so far been unsuccessful.”

“sucks for you.” eddie said, poking his tongue out, “i bet i could ask at any time and she’d let me do it again. she likes when i beg.”

“awh man.” jeff sunk back in his seat, “begging is hot.”

“agreed.” gareth nodded.

“it’s like…” jeff looked at g and waved his hands about, “something about them needing it so bad they’re literally on their knees, or on the brink of crying for it.”

“yeah, no, right?” gareth nodded, pointing back at jeff, “like, they need you. it’s pathetic and really hot.”

grant stuck his hand towards eddie and they slapped hands in a sort of shake, “it’s okay man, you’re not alone out there.”

“sub solidarity.” eddie nodded and they laughed.

“okay, so, after that?” gareth asked.

“oh, well i fucking came- like, she was looking down at me and- yeah, i came.”

“oh, dude-“ jeff started.

“you’re not the only one.” gareth shrugged, “i came the first time i ate a girl out.”

“it’s hot.” eddie said simply, “pussys great. anyway, i came and that messed up her plan to fuck me because i went soft again, so she sat away and started touching herself- which… wow.”

“hard in an instant?” gareth asked over a bite of burger.

“hard in an instant.” eddie said, “and then- oh, i was on my knees, begging her and shit, and she pulled my hair really hard and told me i was hers. then she sat back on top of me, and… virgin no more.”

“hey…” jeff shook him by the shoulder, “look at you go!”

“i know.” eddie giggled and picked at his fries.

“how longed you last?” grant asked, “did you beat gareth’s whopping score of five seconds?”

“yours was seven, shut the fuck up.” gareth swatted grant.

“oh, not long at all.” eddie shook his head, “i don’t know exactly, but like… it was so wet, and warm, and tight, and-“

“dude you not use a condom?” gareth asked and eddie shook his head, “awh, man. what the fuck?”

eddie giggled, “she said she’s clean and on the pill and taking the plan b, so… i get to go raw, and danny doesn’t.”

“fuck.” gareth groaned, “she must like you a whole lot, man.”

eddie hummed, “well, anyway- she was looking me in the eye and telling me shit like… i was hers and that she owned me and stuff, and my little virgin heart couldn’t handle it all enough as it, and it doesn’t help that i’m literally in love with her so that was all-“

“you’re in love with her?” they all gasped.

eddie shrugged and shook his head, “yeah, have been for a while, but i’ve been avoiding the thought. but i don’t care any more, i love her so much, dude. i’m gonna make her love me back one day, i don’t care how long it takes.”

gareth slowly nodded his head and widened his eyes, “alright… eddie’s in love with his step mom.”

“noted.” grant nodded.

“doomed narrative.” jeff added, muffled around a bite.

“probably, but i don’t care.” eddie glanced at him, “i’m also okay with her breaking my heart so- anyway, back to the sex.”

“back to the sex.” grant nodded.

“so, lasted not long at all, and… then she said it was okay and that she wanted me to cum one more time, so i was like… yeah, obviously i’m not going to say no that. and i’m pretty sure i was still hard at that point anyway.”

“wait- so, you finished four times?” jeff gasped.

“oh yeah.” eddie nodded, “so like- oh, dude, i was so sensitive. and it was like- she was saying some really… uh… i mean, i like, i love her, so everything she was saying meant more- but- but she was…” eddie cleared his throat and looked down in his lap, “i dunno, she called me beautiful and stuff- told me that she wanted to look after me, and love me.”

the car fell silent.

eddie laughed nervously, refusing to look up at any of them, “as a dude who’s been ran from his whole life, that- that’s just kind of- hmm.”

there was a long silence for a moment, and then eddie saw gareth’s hand reach out to lay over his boot softly. grant hummed and said,

“it makes you fall a little more in love, huh?” he swallowed, “i know the feeling.”

eddie smiled up at him, thankful he wasn’t so alone, “yeah, well-“ he let out a little laugh, “anyway, i just… i didn’t last much longer then that and- oh, dude, she made me hold it back,” his mood switched instantly, bright and excited again, “and like i was crying and begging her to cum, and she just… oh, dudes, she slapped me and it was so hot.”

“she slapped you?” grant asked, “and you liked it?”

“yeah!” eddie exclaimed, “i asked her to do it again, and she was like, oh you like that? pathetic, and i was like, god fucking please, mo-“ he cleared his throat and continued on, “god fucking please do it again.”

“no, no.” gareth shook his head with a low little chuckle, and they were all smirking at him, “you called her something. what did you call her?”

“nothing.” eddie shook his head, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“lies,” gareth hummed, “you tell lies.”

“it’s mo… something mo.” jeff added, “he called her something mo.”

the boys all started to hum, making that sound over and over again, trying to think of what it could be that he called you. eddie sunk down in his chair, hiding his face behind his hair and hands and denied denied denied, begging them all to shut up.

“hang on!” gareth gasped and fucking laughed, “do you call her- you call her mommy, don’t you?”

eddie groaned and sunk lower into his seat.

“holy shit!” jeff laughed, “you call your stepmother, mommy in bed.”

“that’s such a weird sentence.” grant muttered.

eddie groaned again, “just- shut up… she likes it, okay?”

gareth laughed again, “aww, he’s embarrassed.”

eddie kicked him.

“did mommy take your virginity, bunny?” grant teased.

“all of you, die!” eddie mumbled.

“did mommy take good care of you?” jeff asked with a sick pout.

“i hate all of you so much.” eddie grumbled, “i wish all of you the worst in your afterlives after i’ve murdered you each with my bare hands.”

they all laughed.

“man, we’re just teasing, calm down.” gareth nudged eddie’s knees, “steph calls me daddy all the time, so- it’s like, weird… but it’s not as weird as you think.”

“yeah, we’ve played around with it before.” jeff said, gesturing to grant, “i mean, it’s not for us but, it’s cool if you’re into it.”

eddie peaked out though his hair, “you’re just saying that.”

“no, for real.” gareth hummed, “it’s okay. don’t be embarrassed. sex is weird, everybody likes something mildly fucked up- were freaks, it’s expected of us.”

eddie sighed and sat back up, sipping his shake again, “i dunno, she just- i… you know that chick i almost hooked up with ages ago?”

they all hummed and nodded.

“she ran off because i accidentally called her that- mommy.” eddie shrugged, “i didn’t mean too, but she was calling me a good boy so like-“

“ah, yeah…” gareth winced, “i mean, you weren’t wrong for it.”

“but… but i didn’t- y/n just kinda, she called herself mommy a few times like, in normal conversation a while ago and- oh dudes, after grad i got hammered and she took me home and helped me to bed and undress and like, i called her mommy and tried to get her into bed- it was terrible!”

they laughed and gareth swatted his knee, “you’re an idiot.”

“i know.” eddie smiled.

“so, she slapped you?” jeff asked, all of them now had eager eyes, waiting for his story to continue.

“and choked me and-“ he shrugged, “it was so hot, and then she finally let me cum and i- have you ever heard of subspace?”

grant and gareth shook their heads, but jeff had.

“it’s like, you kinda disappear?”

“yeah.” eddie sighed, “it was like- the best feeling in the world. i was just floating, and nothing hurt or anything. i felt like, so good. and then when i came down- and i was out for hours apparently, she explained what had happened to me.”

“what is it?” gareth asked.

“it’s like- she said some subs go into it when their body gets overwhelmed and they trust their partner enough to let go. she’s had lots of subs before that went there, and she said i looked like i was about to disappear which is why she kept telling me i was safe with her.”

“oh, so it’s like… you just kind of relax?”

“i think so?” eddie hummed, “i don’t really know, but i know it felt good. and- and she looked after me. cleaned me up, and braided my hair and stayed up for hours to make sure i’d be okay when i came out of it- because you can’t speak or anything i think, when you go there. at least i couldn’t. she said you can’t give consent there either. and like- i dunno, she just held me and it was nice.”

“huh.” grant hummed, “sounds really nice.”

“yeah, it is- but like, there’s a lot more to it than you think.”

“it kinda sounds like a nice way to lose your virginity.” gareth said.

“yeah, it was.” eddie laughed softly, “it was really nice- i mean, kinky and violent but like, nice.”

“huh…” gareth nodded, “is that all?”

eddie nodded and then hummed and shook his head, “well, like- i don’t know. she- this morning was really nice. she made me breakfast and wanted to bring it to me in bed, but i woke up. and- i- she was just- it felt very… domestic.” he hummed and tried to gather his thoughts, “we took a shower before i dropped her to work, and she washed my hair and then like, cleaned my face and shit too- she just didn’t let me do it myself- even dried my hair and stuff after.”

“well-“ jeff leant forward, “the subspace can last ages after, right? maybe she thought you were still in it?”

“or maybe it’s like… a kink thing.” gareth added, “like… feeding into the mommy kink. maybe it’s age play?”

eddie considered both of those options, and they both seemed legit.

“or… and, here me out here, boys,” grant cleared his throat, “or, maybe… she like… loves you back?”

“nope.” eddie shook his head, a stern hand swinging out, “no. no way- dude, don’t even put that thought in my head! i’m gonna- you can’t just- mhm! no. nope, no, no way, okay? she doesn’t- i’m- i’m her goddamned step son. plus! she said all of her subs are just sexual, and she continuously referred to me as one! she’s not in love with me, okay? she’s just- she can’t be. she. cant. be.”

silence lulled over the car and eddie looked at them all sternly. grant circled his cup and the ice clinked around before he took a loud sip. and that was that. they all nodded and eddie was glad.

you didn’t love him.

you couldn’t love him.

that just wouldn’t happen.

would it?

“anyway…” gareth slumped back in his chair, “i think i need to dump steph-“

“finally!” jeff groaned and all the boys started making noises of agreement.

**

part 19

i love the corroded coffin boys all being silly little teenagers (even though they’re all 19-21) so much!!

[steddie-as-they-come]

blame it all on human nature - chapter 3

ao3 link || part one

  ☆Tuesday, April 1st, 1986☆

“Harrington, I’m taking your car!” Eddie shouts after school the next day, and is rewarded by a muffled shout from Steve - probably “No the fuck you’re not!” but Eddie’s already swinging Steve’s keys around his finger and exiting the house. 

He slides into the driver’s seat and starts up the car. 

Something moves out of the corner of his eye. Eddie turns towards the passenger seat fully and jumps. A blurry version of Mike is sitting there. 

“Oh, hey Hawkins.” Eddie relaxes. “What’s up?” 

“Bored.” Hawkins says. “Where are you going?”

“Gareth’s house.” Eddie responds.

“To do what?” 

“Play music!” Eddie hangs a turn a bit too quick, tossing an arm across Hawkins like a seatbelt. “Corroded Coffin is coming back, baby! Here, wait.” He leans over and rifles through Steve’s glove compartment, pulling out the tape Steve had complained about Mike playing. “Listen to this.”

Ride the Lightning by Metallica starts playing over the speakers, and Eddie grins, doing his best approximation of headbanging. He doesn’t want to go full out, since he’s driving, and Steve did say there was illegal stuff in this trunk. 

“I’ve heard this song before,” Hawkins complains, their layered voice getting lost in the music. 

“You gotta feel it, though!” Eddie says. “C’mon, Hawkins!” 

Hawkins sits stock still for a couple seconds, then begins to bob their head to the music, Mike’s dark hair flipping around. Eddie laughs. “Now you’re getting it!” 

Hawkins gives him a grin, getting more into the music. Eddie turns it up. “Hell yeah!!!” 

They pull up to Gareth’s house, and Eddie grabs his guitar from the backseat and jumps out. Hawkins doesn’t move. 

Eddie half-turns. “You coming?” 

A wide grin splits their face, and they disappear from the passenger seat, reappearing next to Eddie. “That was fun!” they say excitedly. 

“Yeah?” Eddie says. “We can listen more when we drive home.”

“Yes!” Hawkins cheers. 

Eddie reaches out and rings the doorbell. Normally, he’d throw rocks at Gareth’s window, or just walk in if Gareth knew he was coming, but he opts to be polite this time.  

Gareth gives Eddie a grin as he opens the door. “Hey! Come in! Everyone else is here already.” As he turns and leads Eddie to the basement, Eddie subtly holds the door open wider to let Hawkins scurry through. 

Sure enough, Grant and Jeff are in Gareth’s basement, both of them practicing their instruments already. “Hi, Eddie!” Jeff calls. “Anyway, Grant, my dad says we should leave soon.”

Grant nods. “We packed last night. My mom and I are leaving later today.”

“Leaving?” Eddie asks. “Going on vacation without me, boys?”

Jeff laughs. “Nah, man. We’re getting out of here. Hawkins is a shithole.” Eddie feels Hawkins stiffen beside him. 

“Hey!” he snaps. “It’s not that bad!” 

Gareth gives him a weird look. “Haven’t you been dying to get out of this town since you were ten? What the hell changed?”

Eddie slings his guitar from his shoulder. “I don’t know, I guess almost dying last week gave me a new perspective.”

The band members wince, and Eddie feels like that’s probably not fair of him to say, since they’re right. But he’s not gonna stand around and let them badmouth the deity who saved his life. 

“Well, we’re all leaving.” Gareth says after a few minutes of tuning their instruments (and in Eddie’s case, picking dried blood off of them). “My parents and I are moving out this weekend.”

“So no Hellfire this Friday, either?” Eddie says bitterly. 

Grant claps a hand over his mouth. “Hellfire! Man, I completely forgot about that.”

“Wow.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Really?” 

“In our defense, dude, you died. Of course we weren’t thinking about Hellfire. We were trying to get out of the town that killed our best friend!” Gareth says. “You don’t get to sit here and make us feel like shit for mourning you.”

Eddie looks at Hawkins, and they say, in a voice barely above a whisper, “Please don’t fight. It’s okay.” 

He lets the subject go. “Fine. Just…upset you’re leaving. You’re not gonna get to see me finally cross that stage.” 

Jeff shrugs. “That is, if you make it.” he teases. 

“Oh, I will. Not a doubt about that.”

They spend a couple minutes discussing what song they’ll start with, then jump into the practice. As Eddie shreds, he can’t help thinking that this is probably Corroded Coffin’s last practice ever. 

A movement in the center room pulls him out of his thoughts. Hawkins is in the center of Gareth’s basement, headbanging like their immortal life depends on it. 

Eddie grins, and Hawkins starts to mimic his finger movements, playing kickass air guitar as they jump off Gareth’s chairs and tables. 

It’s a nice distraction, since Eddie would have been way too preoccupied with thinking about the last time he played his guitar. It might’ve been badass, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to play Master of Puppets again without feeling the phantom sensation of his own blood oozing gently down his sides. 

Eddie hugs them all goodbye as he leaves, Hawkins awkwardly by his side. “See you. I’m at Ste- Harrington’s, remember, so call me if you get a chance.”

They all nod. 

“I’m glad you came back, Eddie.” Jeff says quietly, and Eddie smiles at him, before starting Steve’s car and leaving, sliding the tape into the player for Hawkins. 

They disappear sometime on the drive back, and Eddie turns off the music. Grant, Jeff, and Gareth were some of his best friends. Hawkins (the town) isn’t going to be the same without them. 

He wonders if the next time Hawkins (the deity) speaks, three voices will be missing from the chorus. 

There’s a small murmur coming from the living room as Eddie walks back into Steve’s house. He kicks off his boots and hangs up Steve’s keys, following the muted discussion.

“Eddie!” Dustin says as Eddie walks into the room. Most of the kids are in there, but no sign of Steve or Robin. “When’s the next Hellfire meeting? We need to get Will and El in on it!” 

Will smiles nervously from the floor at him, and El grins next to him.

Eddie flops onto the couch. “Not happening. Grant, Jeff, and Gareth are leaving town. Too dangerous for them to stay.” 

All the kids visibly slump. “So no more D&D?” Mike asks.

Eddie sits forward. “I didn’t say that,” he says. “It’ll take a bit of time, but I can probably prepare a campaign for you guys if you’d like.”

“Yes!” Dustin says. “It’ll probably have to be short, though. My mom says we’re all moving this summer, after school finishes.”

“I can do that. You’ve got your stuff here, right?”

They all look at each other, but remain silent.

Will tentatively raises his hand. “I’ve got a couple of my figurines,” he says in a small voice. “But I don’t think that’s enough.”

“Probably not.” Eddie admits. “Anyone else?” 

Lucas folds his knees so they’re up by his chin. “I think mine and Erica’s stuff is with my parents,” he says. “I didn’t think I needed it.”

Dustin rockets to his feet. “Wait, we’ll ask Steve!”

Mike scoffs. “Steve won’t have anything. He doesn’t even know what D&D stands for.” 

“Yeah but he can drive us to our houses so we can grab anything we left behind.” Dustin says, like it’s the most obvious solution. He books it out of the room.

The kids all follow. 

Eddie allows himself to turn over plotlines in his head. He doesn’t want to use any demogorgons in his campaigns, now that he knows they’re real and also terrifying as hell. 

“No. No! Listen here, you little shits, we are not going on a fuckin’ field trip through the center of town so you guys can get pieces to play your dumb game!” Steve says loudly from the other room. Eddie gets up and follows the voice, sliding through the crowd of kids subtly.

“It’s not dumb, Steve!” Dustin yells, and all the kids start clamoring for Steve’s attention, talking over each other and arguing. 

“No!! Come on, guys, we’re staying here.” Steve shouts. “Eddie, back me up here.”

Eddie pauses from where he’s sitting and lacing up his boots by the door, looking innocently up at Steve. 

“Oh, for the love of…” Steve grumbles. 

Everyone waits. 

Steve relents. “Fine. Get your shoes on.”

The kids all whoop and cheer, and Eddie offers a sly high five to Dustin. Everyone beelines for the car.

Steve pulls up in front of the wrecked trailer park. 

Eddie hops out, sprinting towards the debris of his trailer and rifling through it, wincing as he scrapes his hands along cinder blocks and damaged aluminum siding. His heart sinks as he comes across Wayne’s shattered Garfield mug.

“Anything?” Dustin asks, dropping to his knees beside him. 

Eddie sits back on his heels. “Nothing,” he says. 

Steve looks at them, raising his bat. “Hey, me, El, Lucas, and Erica are gonna go grab some stuff from Max’s trailer, alright?” 

The boys (when did Will and Mike get here?) all nod, and Eddie looks anxiously up at the floating portal in the sky, worried a demogorgon’s gonna drop out of it like an ambush. 

Cautiously, he moves toward it, and kneels down again, digging through the rubble. 

His hand grazes across something, wooden and familiar. He gasps and moves the debris off of it. “My DM screen!” 

There’s a huge gash in the paint, but it’s intact, and that’s really all Eddie could hope for. 

He can’t find his dice anywhere, though, and he curses his lack of organizational skills. If they had all been in their nice little containers, he could bet that he’d have found them easier. 

He frowns at the tattered remnants of his mattress. His handbooks had been underneath his bed, right?

Hopping the broken beams, he lands shakily in the wreckage of his room, cringing at the destruction. It had been a really good thing he had his guitar with him, because if that had been left in his room when everything went to shit, he’d have been forced to throttle Vecna with his bare hands. 

His bedframe is basically kindling at this point, but Eddie can see the books, and he lifts up the wood to grab at them, grinning at his homemade player handbook from years ago. “GOT ‘EM!” he shouts victoriously, and Mike, Will, and Dustin cheer. 

The four of them leave the site, Eddie holding the books aloft like a prize. Steve and the rest of the kids are packing Max’s things into the car. 

“What’d you find?” Steve asks. 

“Just my DM screen and my handbooks.” Eddie says. “Sucks that the screen paint’s all chipped, though.” 

Will tugs it out of Eddie’s hand. “I can fix this,” he says. “It’s just a bit of paint, and I brought my paints to Steve’s. If you like, I can paint over it. I normally paint our figurines anyway.”

Eddie gazes at him in awe. “Baby Byers, where were you when I was developing arthritis painting all the Hellfire miniatures by myself?” 

The kids all laugh loudly, and Will joins in, still running his fingers over the chipped screen paint. 

“There’s a ton of dice at my house.” Dustin offers. “Enough for everyone, probably.”

Eddie swings into the passenger seat, and the kids pile in. He pats Steve on the shoulder. “Then, onward, Sir Steve, to our fair Dustin’s house!” 

Steve rolls his eyes, but he starts the car anyway, driving up to the Henderson’s house. It’s been less than a week since Eddie last saw it, but the house seems to have gotten worse. It doesn’t look normal from the front anymore. The porch supports have fallen down and the front door is cracked and half open. The second story is sagging unsteadily.

“I want you all to be very careful.” Steve instructs them all as he turns off the car. “No one’s allowed up on the second floor without mine and El’s supervision, got that?”

“Why El?” Erica complains.

Steve gives her the same look she normally gives him. Erica Sinclair’s patented are-you-stupid look, though on Steve’s face it’s more like think-before-you-speak . “Because if the floor crumbles beneath you, I trust El’s mind powers to catch you faster than my reflexes.”

They all nod, some more upset about the babysitting than others. Dustin leads the charge into his demolished house. 

“It looks like they took a wrecking ball to it.” Lucas mutters, peering around the dusty kitchen. “This is freaky.” 

“Steve?” Dustin calls. “Can you and El come here? I think my dice might be upstairs.”

Steve nods, and offers a hand to El. El takes it, and in a practiced move, Steve swings her, giggling, up onto his back. “Coming, Henderson!” he calls, and the two of them follow Dustin’s movements through the second floor from underneath.

El and Steve wince and flinch in unison whenever the floor creaks particularly loud, but Dustin makes it around the upstairs and then back down without any nasty incidents, like falling through the floor. 

He comes back down brandishing a large messenger bag. Eddie can hear dice clicking around in there. “Twenty-one sets!” Dustin says excitedly, and Lucas whistles, impressed. “My mom always got them for me when she didn’t know what to do for my birthday or Christmas.”

Eddie smirks, batting Dustin’s cap brim down to cover his face and stealing the bag. “Look at all of this!” he says. “Damn, Henderson, you got a huge haul here.” 

Dustin grunts, fixing his hat, and Eddie allows him to take the bag back, laughing. “I’m gonna give you the gross puke-green ones now, Eddie, just for that.” he says, and Steve laughs, carrying El and leading the rest of them back out to the car. 

“How long do you think it’ll take you to do the campaign?” Mike asks, and Eddie shrugs.

“I’ve got a couple ideas already, Wheeler. Don’t worry about that.”

☆Saturday, April 5th, 1986☆

Eddie walks through the empty house a couple days later, his DM books tucked under his arm and his dice folded into his hand. The kids were all at the arcade (they had been overjoyed when they found out it had been out of the way of Vecna’s destruction, and begged Steve and Robin to take them before work). 

“Hawkins?” he calls. 

A blurry version of Will appears next to him. “Yeah?”

Eddy pats a chair at Steve’s dining room table. 

“Sit down, I’m making you a D&D character.” 

Hawkins takes a seat, looking confused. “Wait, why?”

“Because I’m setting up the new campaign for next week, and I want you to join us.” He starts setting up his stuff, passing Hawkins a blank character sheet and a pen. 

Hawkins doesn’t take them. “I can’t,” they say.

“Why not?” Eddie asks, placing the paper and pen near them. “It’s gonna be fun, and they’d love to meet you!” 

“Eddie, please just think for a second.” they say. “They’ve been through hell since they were middle schoolers. What do you think they’ll think of me when they find out I’m the living embodiment of the town they hate?”

Eddie places a hand on Hawkin’s arm. “They won’t-”

“They would! I could have stopped Lonnie Byers. I- I could’ve stopped Steve’s parents. I could’ve helped Robin, or Max, or El.” Hawkins clenches their fists. “I’m not supposed to, though. I’m just supposed to be a home .”

Eddie swallows, his throat suddenly dry. “Oh.” 

“Please don’t tell them about me, Eddie.” Hawkins begs, and suddenly they just look like Will, teary-eyed. “They’d hate me.” 

“Okay, I won’t.” Eddie says. “But I want you to play D&D with us.” 

He bites the end of his pen, and starts to scribble into his notebook. “I just thought of the perfect way to do it.” he tells them, opening his player handbook. “I’ll put your character in the party as an ‘NPC’ and play them as normal, and whenever you want them to do or say something, you just tell me, okay?”

Hawkins nods, now looking excited. “Can I name my character Hannah?” 

“Sure,” he says. “What else? What class? Race?”

“Uh, can I be a human?” they ask shyly, and Eddie nods, helping them mark it down. “I don’t really know D&D, what class should I be?” 

Eddie taps the pen to his chin. “If you want it to be similar to you, we could make her a warlock. Then she could still do magic!”

Hawkins shrugs. “That sounds okay.”

Eddie smiles. “I’ll get the campaign finished soon. I’m trusting you to come back when we start, okay?” 

They nod, already beginning to fade away. “Sounds good!”

“One more thing!” Eddie says. 

They pop back into existence. “What?”

Eddie points his pen at them. “No reading my mind to find out the campaign plotline.”

Hawkins giggles. “I can’t do that anyway, but okay, fine!” They disappear. “Bye, Eddie!”

“Seeya.”

Eddie turns back to his notes. Time to put his ideas into action.

[sofiiel]

Ch.1 | From the Ashes

"Oh sure, yeah. We'll just pull the CIA up in the phone book."

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Your feet feel on fire, the same burn fills your lungs, but this air around you feel so much cleaner, warmer, sweeter. You're out, But your body hurts so much more than you ever remember, pain. You'd almost forgotten the hurt.

Your eyes strain in the dark and dust. It makes you sneeze.

Sirens caw in the surrounding echoes, people are screaming and crying in confusion. The raw essence of the emotions whirling around the chaos strikes you like stones.

You needed to get far away from this place, from this ruin. With eyes unadjusted to the new place, you make a run for it. Avoiding the bright red and blue flashing lights and scattered people.

The loud drumming of helicopter propellers is near deafening, causing you to clamp your hands firmly over your ears as you run for nearby trees.

"Keep running!" A voice chimed frantically in your head. "Move faster, he cannot see you." it said.

Sticks and rocks stabbed your bare feet, drawing more blood from fresh scars. Coming to a halt in the middle of an empty street, you try and catch your breath.

A gurgle sounds odd behind you, and before you can turn you're knocked to the ground, claws digging deep into your shoulders. "Stop it!" You shouted at the monster as it flared its mouth open, showing off rows of needle teeth.

You struggle beneath it, Headlights rounding the corner ahead of you. Your heart's racing, and you are too weak to keep the creature at bay. Your arms shake.

Laying your head back, you look up to see an on coming machine, it took your mind some time to remember what they were called. "Car." you exhaled.

Drawing up your strength, you closed your eyes and in an instant, you popped from under the creature and off to the side of the road. Laying on your stomach, you watched the large vehicle roll over your enemy, coming to a quick stop.

The laughter and merry headbanging in the green van flew into frantic shouting. "Please tell me that was a deer!" Gareth shouted, hands pulling at his hair. "I didn't see anything, maybe it was already roadkill." Jeff said.

Eddie's foot still pressed hard against the brake. His screaming stopped, but his wide eyes wavered as he watched his headlights light up the asphalt.

Knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel.

"What if it was somebody?" asked David. "Oh my god, they're mush, they'd have to be." Jeff said. "Uh, not helping, It likely wasn't a person." Gareth said.

"It could have been." Eddie murmured, looking at him.

"There wasn't a scream," Gareth said.

Drawing in a deep breath, Eddie freed himself from the seatbelt and opened the door. "You two stay here, Gareth, with me." Eddie said. Meeting Eddie around the driver's side, Gareth looked up at him with apprehension as the two carefully walked to the front of the van.

"Ugh," Gareth said, holding his stomach. He didn't want to look, but he could not steal his eyes away from the murky red mush seeping from under the van.

"What in the hell did we hit?" Eddie questioned, inching closer, but as the mush bubbled he jumped back with a yelp. Eddie and Gareth grabbed onto each other, "holy fuck!" Gareth shouted.

"Get in the van," Eddie said, giving Gareth a shove, "get back in the van!"

As Gareth moved to run, something shifted in the shadows of the roadside. His feet stopped moving, "what are you doing?" Eddie asked him, pausing mid-climb into the Van.

"There's something out there." Gareth said.

"What'd you guys see?" Jeff called.

Gareth looked over his shoulder to Eddie, beckoning him to follow, "Dude, come with me." he said. Eddie let out a fearful chuckle, "no way in hell man, come on. Let's go." No sooner had the words left Eddie's mouth, did the shadows shift once more.

Eddie fell silent, and his jaw clench tight. "This is stupid..." He exhaled as he slipped back out of the van. With tinny steps, he followed Gareth. "This is so incredibly stupid." He repeated. "Shhh," Gareth hushed. "I think it's hurt, maybe the mush wasn't what you hit, just....residue or somethin?" Gareth asked.

"Do you want to see what the thing looks like if that mush came from it?" Eddie asked back.

Gareth stopped and peered into the darkness, Eddie standing over his shoulder. The boys gasped and looked ot each other before rushing towards it. Faces pale.

"What do you think it is?" David asked, turning to Jeff. Jeff shrugged, he couldn't say, but their question was soon answered as Eddie and Gareth ran back to the car.

"Is that a person!" David shouted in panic.

"Oh shit, goddammit!" Eddie cursed out of breath. He carried the girl with his arms under hers, her beck and head propped onto his chest. Gareth shuffled backwards, carrying her feet. "D-did you hit her?" Jeff stammered, watching his friends try and get the girl into the back of the van. "Lower the seats for us." Gareth instructed.

David moved as quickly as he could to lower the seat.

Your vision was shaky, fading been the black curtain of unconsciousness and the blur that was left of the waking world. You could make out frantic faces, words swimming in slurs in your ears.

"Lay her down, and prop her head up."

"With what?"

"Anything!" a sharp voice shouted.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, man. She's bleedin so much!"

"Hospital?"

"Look at those ears...and-"

You could hear screaming from each of the four voices. Looking down at your hand, you noticed your arm was nothing but a wisp of turning hues of red and blue, like a flickering mist of light.

"Everyone get in."

"But where are we going?"

Your vision and consciousness faded.

Eddie ran up the steps to his home, his hands trembled violently as he tried to get the key in the door. "Ran over a freaky alien ghost girl in the middle of the fucking night." He whispered, shaking his head. "And I can't get this stupid door open!" he raged.

Jeff and Gareth carried the girl up the steps, David close behind them. It was late at night and the boys could only hope no one was awake.

"Finally!" Eddie called out, swinging open the door and holding it there while the boys rushed in. "Take her to my room, we'll cover the bed and lay her there." He instructed.

Inside, David gathered some sheets, and tried his best to cover Eddie's mattress, tossing the blanket and pillows to the floor. Eddie looked around outside, no one seemed to be out or looking. Once he was sure it was clear, he rushed inside and locked the door behind him.

"She's in bad shape, man." Gareth said, Jeff rummaged through Eddie's cabinets around the home. "You got bandages or? A first aid kit?" He asked. Eddie pointed from his place in the small hall, "under the kitchen sink. But It won't do much." Eddie said.

Eddie rubbed his eyes, hoping that they were playing tricks on him. But as he stood over the injured girl, her body was still nothing but a ghostly array of colors.

David's lips were sucked in tight as he watched with terror on his face. "What is she?" he asked.

"Even her clothes are ghostly...." Gareth murmured.

"Wait, it's stopping." Eddie said quietly. The three boys hovered over the girl, watching in amazed fright as she became solid once more. Body riddled in open wounds and blistered burns.

"Was she in a fire?" Gareth asked.

Eddie shook his head and ran for the living room. He snatched the remote from his Uncle's favorite recliner and turned on the small TV. His fingers quickly flipping through the channels until he passed "Breaking News" in bold letters.

"The Star Court Mall as appeared to have caught fire tonight. An investigation is already underway. Reports say multiple persons have been injured and many are unaccounted for. Why they were there has yet to be disclosed. It appears to have been some sort of explosion-"

Eddie pressed his fist to his mouth as he watched the news. Behind him, Jeff stood quietly with the first aid box. "Do you think?" Jeff asked. Eddie nodded his head, "She's covered in burns and shit." Eddie said. Turning, he took the box from Jeff and headed back to his room.

"So who's gonna...you know," Gareth murmured as he looked away from the girl uncomfortably. "What?" David asked. "I mean she's can't stay in those clothes right?" Gareth asked.

"Oh god." Jeff exhaled. "They're soaked and singed. Something will get infected." Eddie muttered. "It's gonna take two of us," Gareth said.

"Rock paper scissors?" David questioned. The boys gathered in a circle.

"Alright, ready?" asked Jeff. The other nodded.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors - Shoot!"

"Damn it...." Eddie groaned, "Why's it always me." David whimpered.

Gareth released a long sigh of relief, "I would say I'm sorry, but, I'm not." he said. "Alright, you two out." Eddie instructed, pointing to his bedroom door. "Make sure Uncle Wayne isn't coming." He added.

"Let's be quick with this." Eddie sighed, rummaging through his drawers for pants and a shirt.

"Quick? Dude, I've never dressed anyone before." David complained. "You've dressed yourself." said Eddie. David rolled his eyes, "not the same, you know it." he hummed. "It's not gonna fit her well, if at all." Eddie sighed.

"A sheet then? Cut sleeves and shit and then just....tie it?" David asked. Eddie snapped his fingers, and pointed, "that might work."

"You cannot hide." A rumbling voice shook your mind.

Eyes flying open, you shit up, body instantly in protest at the quick movement. Calming yourself down, you find yourself in a room you don't recognize. It's dark, all the lights are out and several layers of sheets blocked the windows.

You tilt your head in confusion, letting your eyes scan the room. Your hands pull you forward as you crawl to the edge of the bed, leaning to peer over.

A sleep face comes into view, you remember it as one from the road. Leaning down more, you get a close look, nearly nose to nose. He twitches his nose as your breath tickles his skin.

Reaching out, you press a finger into his cheek to make sure he was real and not one of 'his' illusions. The warmth of the boy's skin and the way that the flesh bounced back into place with you drew away your finger was reassuring, He was real.

Panic began to settle, he was real.

You couldn't afford to be found, you couldn't go back.

The boy's eyes fluttered open, upon locking into yours and seeing how near you were where he screamed.

The shock from the sound made you tumbled off the bed. The two of you scrambling to get away from each other and wakening the room.

"Eddie?!" Jeff called, hoping to his feet, the three boys rushing to their friend.

You shuffle across the floor, scooting to back yourself up into a corner. Your heart's threatening to race from your chest. Eyes jumping from person to person. You didn't like hurting people, but then again, you didn't have the strength to attack if you wanted to.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just, hold on." Eddie spoke carefully. He slowly got to his feet, his eyes falling on you. "She's scared." He said.

"Right, guys. Let's give her some space." said the blonde. Your eyes watched him keenly as he took several steps back and the others copied.

You draw your knees to your chest, hugging them there.

"We won't hurt you, we swear." Eddie spoke up cautiously. Your eyes turned to him. Looking him up and down. "Were you in that fire at the mall?" He asked you.

You want to answer, but you can hardly remember what happened before running. When no answer came, the boys glanced at each other. "Maybe she hit her head?" the large boy asked.

"Maybe, or maybe she'd just wondering why she's sittin in some strange bed in the middle of the night. I'd be freaked out, too." Gareth said.

"Look we didn't do anything, I mean, David and Eddie, changed you because your clothes were ruined, and we needed to patch you up and-" The black boy ranted frantically as he looked between Eddie and the large boy.

"Honest, we didn't look much, and I didn't even want to." David confessed.

"How are you feeling? Is there anyone we can call?" Eddie asked.

You are quick to shake your head, "Don't call, I am fine. But... please." You plead. Eddie glanced at his friends, worried. "Ok," called the blonde. "We won't," Eddie said, daring to inch closer.

You pressed yourself further into the corner, and Eddie stopped. Slowly he stooped to your level at a distance, "We want to help." he said. "I'm Eddie, that's Jeff, David, and Gareth." He explained, pointing out his friends.

You examined them each carefully, "they don't look bad." You think. "But when do things every look as they should?" You mind questioned.

"She doesn't trust us." David said quietly, "would you?" Jeff asked.

Eddie tapped the side of his head, where his ears were hidden unto a mop of hair. "Your ears, they're pretty pointy, aren't they." He said, "You did this uh...kind of glowy ghost thing," Eddie rested his arms on his knees as his eyes looked into yours.

It wasn't often people could hold your gaze, only two succeeded before without looking away. "What are you?" He asked.

"I don't know." Your answer came in a whisper.

"Well, we're considered the local freaks so, you're probably in good hands." said Jeff.

"Probably?" Gareth asked. "That's not going to make her feel better."

You coughed lightly, "would you like some water?" Eddie asked. You bit your lip, "Do I trust them?" You wondered before giving a feeble nod. "I got it." David said, moving to leave the room.

Gareth sat in Eddie's chair, his arms folded over the back rest to support his chin as he watched you. Jeff and Davis each sat on the bed, eyes curiously stuck to you as well.

You quietly sipped the cold water from the ball jar, eyes focused on the ice bobbing inside. Ignoring the bemused gazes around you.

"She really likes water." Jeff pointed out. "Five glasses, how is she not burst yet." Gareth exhaled, baffled.

Eddie frowned, "If you were caught in a fire, you'd want all the water in the world too, right?" He asked his friends.

Your eyes snapped up towards them. "Sorry. Have I....had too much?" You asked timidly. You stopped sipping from the jar and hesitantly held it out. To be honest, you didn't want to give it up. Your body felt a blaze and the cold water was soothing.

"Did you want some too?" You asked, looking across each of their faces. "Idiot, you made her feel bad." David snapped. "I didn't mean to! I was just sayin..." Gareth nearly shouted.

"Don't mind these morons, They're just freaked out." Eddie said, turning to you from his spot on the floor. He offered a slight smile, "If they wanted some there's plenty, and they can just as well get their own. That's yours, drink up." He said.

You blinked a few times, but gladly drew back your hand and continued to sip.

"So, do you have a name?" Eddie asked you.

Quietly, you extended your arm, turning it to expose your wrist.

Eddie looked at his friends before leaning forward and craning his next to read the small set of numbers on your skin. "Seven?" He asked, brows knotted in confusion beneath his bangs.

Eddie smirked, "double O Seven? Huh?" He teased. Though it flew over your head. "Just seven." you said.

"No, he meant like in Dr. No." David said.

Your blank stare told him you knew nothing of it. "You don't know about James Bond?" Jeff asked carefully. You shake your head and the boys share glances.

"Your name can't be Seven, do you have another name? Like I dunno Katie, Sue, Norma...like that?" Gareth asked.

You turned to him after thinking for some time, "Y/n" You said.

"Y/n?" Eddie repeated, you turned to him and nod. "I think so." You answered. "You don't remember a lot, huh?" He asked. Peering down into your glass, you listen to the ice softly crackle. Memories of a dark cold world came to mind, you could almost feel the vines wrap around your ankles trying to hold you like a cage.

Your body shuddered, "I was in the there too long, It eats the parts you wish to remember the most. The hurt makes them stronger, but it's the 'self' part they want." You murmured.

The room fell silent, "what did she just say?" Gareth finally spoke up.

The boys simply shook their heads.

You released a long yawn, mouth opening wide. "You tired? You can rest here in the bed, we can sleep in the living room." Eddie offered.

"I didn't use to need sleep." You murmured with a frown. "What's happening?" you whispered.

"You don't sleep?" Jeff asked. You shook your head.

"Come on, guys, everyone out." Eddie said, getting to his feet. He walked to the bedroom door and stood in the entry. The other boys followed, and Eddie let them pass him.

"You can rest. Alright, we'll figure out what happened to you in the morning." He spoke carefully. Looking him over one more time, you relaxed a little. His face didn't seem dangerous, and the energy around him felt softer than those you'd been around previously.

You gave him a nod.

"He's afraid of you, too." You thought.

"Thank you." You said. Eddie paused on his way out of the room but offered a smile, "yeah, the least I can do after nearly or possibly running you down in the street." He said.

"Not me, the monster." you said.

Eddie turned to you, "monster?" He asked.

"You thought it was mush." You said in a yawn, staggering to your feet and hobbling to the bed. Eddie said nothing, and quietly closed the door as you crawled onto the mattress and closed your eyes.

The boys stood rigidly in the kitchen, when Eddie came running back inside, having stepped out to his van. In his hands was his DnD binder. "Got it," He said quietly.

Joining his friends in the small kitchen, he cracked open the binder and pulled out a handbook. "She's obviously not of this world." Eddie murmured, flipping through its pages.

"What are you thinking? Because I'm thinking we caught an alien." Gareth said, leaning against the counter top.

"She doesn't look like one though, and those years." sand David, creating points at the tips of his own ears my pulling the skin. "Maybe all those fantasy writers were actually onto something, We could have found Hawkins Big foot, or Nessie." Jeff said.

"Hawkins Elf? Or Fairy or something?" Gareth asked.

"I don't think so, not going all see through and colorful like that." David murmured.

"Shit." Eddie sighed, pulling his face away from the book. He gave his head a slight shake, "she doesn't fit the description for any specific thing. Then again...it is just a game, but it would have been nice to compare." he muttered.

"Maybe we should call somebody, the police or the FBI or...the CIA?" David asked.

Jeff rolled his eyes hard, "oh sure, yeah. We'll just pull the CIA up in the phone book." he snarked.

"Well, we can't keep her!" David nearly shouted.

"Shhhh, man, she's sleeping." Gareth said.

"She didn't want us to call anyone. I'd rather not piss off the ghostly girl, please." Eddie reasoned. "Besides, this is our find. They'd only lock her up in some tank, full of weird colored water and run tests on her for the rest of her life." he added.

"She's already terrified." Gareth jumped in.

"So can we be agreed, we keep quiet about this?" asked Eddie.

Jeff rubbed the top of his head in frustration, "I mean, I'm pretty terrified too." He said.

"What are you going to tell your Uncle Wayne?" David asked.

Eddie puffed out air from his nose and looked between them. "I don't know, probably just...that I brought a girl home." He said. "And that's going to work?" Gareth asked. Eddie shrugged, "I mean it's a fifty-fifty shot, so...it might." he said.

"And if it doesn't?" David asked.

"We saved her from the fire, she didn't want to go to a hospital because she was scared." Eddie said. He pointed at his friends, "But you tell no one else about this." He warned.

"Who would believe us?" asked Jeff.

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[masterxmunson]

You Make My Dreams (Come True) | Steve & Eddie

The nerves rattling through me didn't seem to be affecting my stage presence. I felt like I was at my peak, everyone cheering, screaming, and headbanging with me. Everyone I loved was in the crowd except for Wayne. Steve was protecting the kids as the rowdy crowd met my energy, my sleeveless baggy band tee bouncing with all of my movements.

This was a fucking dream come true.

When I exited the stage, I ran over to my friends and allowed Robin to shield Steve and me as I stole a post-show kiss. My heart was racing, my arousal throbbing, and I could repeat the last after-party in a second's time if we could make it work.

My bandmates walked over to me and pulled me back by my shoulders, breaking our kiss. "Absolutely not, lover boy. You're going to help this time."

I flashed Steve my silliest grin before bending down to unplug and wrap all my cords. I placed my guitar in the case and helped the boys with their stuff. It didn't take too long. We moved it out to my van, safely shoving it into the back. I would be dropping it off at Gareth's place tomorrow, but for now, the boys and I were sharing a celebratory drink next to the dented mess I drove every single day.

The beers I pulled out of my cooler weren't as cold as when I put them there, but we popped the cap anyways. Enjoying our moment.

I didn't see Steve and the kids until I heard my boyfriend's silky voice. "There you are, tiger," he said.

God, I would never tire of hearing him call me that.

"My princeeee," I cooed, holding my arms out, inviting his body to collide with mine, my half-gone beer held out beyond his back.

Steve was giving me one of his best smiles, his gaze falling to my lips for too long. I wanted to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. “Feeling good?” he asked softly, his smile not faltering.

"Invincible," I stated. "Thanks for being here." I turned to look at everyone around me, clearing my throat to get their attention. "Thank you, everyone, for supporting us tonight. You rock!" I used my pointer finger and pinky to emphasize my point, my tongue sticking out.

I kissed Steve's nose before stepping back and chugging the rest of my drink. I opened the front seat and grabbed Steve's letterman jacket. My letterman jacket. I pulled it on as the band guys told me they were leaving, the three of them squeezing into Jeff's car.

I said something about seeing them tomorrow, calling them rockstars, before I was leaning against the white metal vehicle behind us all. I observed all the smiling faces, even Max. It had to be overwhelming for her. Robin and Dustin were arguing about something. I was still buzzing from the high of the show.

"Nancy's here!" Mike said.

I gave them high-fives, head nuzzles, and side hugs until most of them were gone. I loved them so much. My chest was so full. Dustin and Will stayed back to ride with us. Sleepover at Harrington's! He was the ultimate host. Seriously.

A group of girls walked past us as Nancy's car sped off, the group freezing when our eyes met. One of them, a petite redhead with all black skin-tight clothing on, walked straight up to me, pressing her index finger into my chest. "You were amazing," she said, matter-of-fact. Her breath reeked of alcohol. Strong alcohol.

I tried to pull back some, but I was trapped between her and my van. I laughed out something uncomfortable, to ease the burning I felt in my esophagus. "Thanks, dude," I said.

"Oh..." she started, her smile evil. I shivered, but not in a good way. Not the way Steve made me shiver. "Check again," she whispered, grabbing my hand and placing it on her tit, forcing me to squeeze.

I was frozen, trying to figure out my next move. I pulled my hand away as quickly as I could manage without ruining my rep on my second show for not "appreciating my fans".

"Appreciate the sentiment, dear, but I'm happily taken."

I swallowed hard and waited for her next move. Was it to scream at me? Touch me? I would rather she scream at me. I wanted to get away from her, but her friends were on either side of her, blocking me from Steve. My friends. Could they see I needed help?

[vintallica86]

Part 2!!

Digging into the ground, he pulled out the canister, the clip partially flipped upward. "So this is what poked me huh..." Raynold pulled it up brushing the dirt off slowly revealing a bold black toxic sign, with a bright yellow wrapping. He shoved it back into the dirt, piling as much soil on-top. Grabbing the boombox he dashed, his adrenaline carring him as fast as he could go.

Darrell and Larry were already waiting infront of the shed. "took you long enough airhead!" Larry ran up to Raynold. "Yea... where where you?" Darrell skated up toward raynold passing him his fresh board. "Just got tired so I napped on a tree dude." He rolled his eyes lying.

"Right well you're here, let's head to school yae..." Darrell skated ahead.

"Give me a piggy back now!!!" Larry insisted. "Why should I?" Raynold was ready to skate on ahead. "My boards broken and I'm tired!! NOWWWW." Larry raged. "Fine then your such a freakazoid dude." Raynold rolled his eyes again carring Larry on his back. "Hold tight shrimp." Raynold dashed ahead skating really fast.

"WOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHH!!!" Larry screamed, his hair flying in the wind. "Hurry up slow pokes, school bell goes in around a min or two..." Darrell coughed with a cigarette in hand. "SOMKING WHILE SKATING, DUDE!!" Raynold pointed out the obvious. "And?..." Darrell said egnoring the remark.

The headbangers pulled up to the school, screaming like wild baffons. "Here comes the weirdos!" Some girl whispered to her friend. Larry jumped off Reynold's back snatching Darrell and Reynold's skateboards. "WATCH THIS LOZERS!!" He threw the skateboards into the teachers parking lot. The students around them flinched at the sound of a car being smashed. "You're dead meat man!" Bill gritted his teeth in shock. "Bill you're BACK!!!!" Larry latched onto him hugging him. "You might wanna look behind you before celebrating punk...." Darrell and Raynold said sweating pointing at the figure behind him. "Now then mister Larry... TO THE PRINCIPLES OFFICE!!!" Roard The teacher....

[babybammargera]

Highway to him

Bam x Reader

You pull up to set after Jackass 2 wraps to drive Ryan and Bam home. Everyone is scattered around the parking lot parking up their cars to go home. You're sitting in the window of your van listening to a random mix cd Bam had made you, watching for your best friend and boyfriend. You see both of them and call out from your perch, "Hiya big boy. Need a ride home?" Ryan's voice fills the parking lot when he spots you, "What are you doing here asshole?" Prompting Bam to look around confused as to where his girlfriend's voice just came from. He finally notices you and drops his bags and takes off toward you in full sprint, boots heavy on the pavement. He carefully but quickly pulls you the rest of the way out of the window and smothers you in kisses and a tight hug, "God I missed you, babe." You put your hands up giggling to stop his affectionate assault. "I missed you too B. It's only been two weeks and you're suffocating me like it's been years.” He smiles and plants a big kiss on your lips, releasing you from his grip. Ryan's voice comes from behind you, " It definitely feels like it's been years.” You quickly turn towards him and run to your best friend losing your slip-on Vans in the process. He meets you by Bam's abandoned luggage and yanks you into a bear hug. "It does feel like years since I've seen you guys. I missed you angel." A chuckle rumbles through his chest., "I missed you too but we should probably load up our bags, it's getting colder now that it's dark." You head toward where you parked, slipping your shoes on again then back to Bam who's throwing his bags into the van. He looks up at you realizing you're just wearing a tee shirt and the temperature outside is dropping more. He slips off his hoodie handing it to you before helping Ryan with the bags, "You're gonna freeze, put that on." You pull the sweatshirt over your head surrounded by Bam's strong but comforting scent. They finish packing and take a minute to say goodbye to the rest of the guys. You wave to the others then turn to your boys, "Get in shitbirds we're going home.” Ry shakes his head walking to the van, "Dude look how much you rubbed off on her." Bam snakes his arms around you, "I love my mean ass skate rat girlfriend." Giving you another sweet kiss on your cheek as Ryan fake gags. "Aw, Ry are you feeling left out?” He rolls his eyes and playfully shoves you and you bump into Bam. He jumps into the van taking up the backseat. "I'm not dealing with you being gross and handsy on the way home. I'm taking a nap." He closes the door ending the conversation. You hand Bam the keys, "I drove all the way here." He opens the passenger-side door helping you into the van, "How did you make it all the way from West Chester to Florida? That's at least 14 hours." You shrug as he climbs into the driver's seat, "Ape, Dico, and Raab called me. Your mom almost sent them with me because she was worried about me driving alone." He isn't surprised at this, April worries over you as if you were her own especially since you started dating Bam. "Well, now you got me and Dunn so she doesn't have to worry." You smile as he leans over and kisses you before starting the van. Ryan leans between you and Bam, "Ape should be worried about the 3 of us together. She knows how we are.” You nod and kick off your shoes getting comfy. The ride home is long but worth it, Bam driving singing along to his favorite HIM songs, and occasionally aggressive headbanging. After several hours Ryan wakes back up and is stir-crazy. He sits up connects his iPod to the radio and after shaking off the sleep starts performing Skater boy by Avril. Bam pulls into a rest stop, "If I don't stop I'm gonna piss myself and punch Ry for screaming in my ear." It's Ry's turn to drive so you're in the back seat with the boys in the front. The rest of the ride is spent screaming and dancing to music together. Until you fall asleep for the last few hours only waking up when Bam shakes you and yells, "WAKE UP DIPSHIT WE'RE HOME!"

[zantedeschia-03]

38, 30, 28, 24 for the freaking random ask game

Alright this is my FIRST time answering an ask so forgive me if I do this wrong😌

38. Cringiest thing done to get crush's attention.

This was actually difficult because there's a few cringey things I've done but I'd say one of the ones I feel the silliest about was texting him texts for other people "on accident" just so I could exchange texts with him for like two seconds. I DID THAT MULTIPLE TIMES I HATE IT UGH

30. Scale of 1-10 want for Disney prince movie

357 I WANT ONE SO FREAKING BAD LIKE IT DOESNT EVEN NEED TO BE HIM GETTING SAVED BY A PRINCESS OR ANYTHING (I mean the latest Disney princess movies weren't that- Moana, Frozen, etc etc) I JUST WANT A STORY ABOUT A PRINCE AND HIS LIFE

28. Most awkward encounter w/ stranger

So one time I was sitting in the passenger seat of my dad's car and my little brother was in the back and i was in a MOOD (like a hysterical I'm gonna act like a clown rn kinda mood). We were parked with my dad getting gas. For some reason I grabbed the aux cord and stuck it in my closed hand and then started singing and headbanging and seizing to make myself and my little brother laugh. Then suddenly I looked up and realized that there's this dude in front of us getting gas (looks to be my age and might I add, wildly attractive) and he's just watching me and laughing his head off and literally I wanted to DIE. I actually shrunk down and crouched in the leg space under the dashboard. Then my dad got in and was like "what the crap are you doing?" Maybe that's not as embarrassing as you were hoping but iiiii felt like I might just perish in that moment 😂

24. Most profound thing in children's movie

I think it's probably gonna be something from Luca. That movie was seriously PHENOMENAL. I think they did a great job of encouraging learning and trying new things. I also loved the scene where Luca reveals his identity to save Alberto after Alberto revealed himself to try and get Luca in trouble. I thought that gave a great message about forgiveness and that we should still try to work through problems in our relationships instead of turning away.

[mediocre--writing]

The One Where Jill Shows Up

(steve and jill series)

(jill is like 5 years older than steve)

oh ok so steve seems to put himself down very often and his parents are very dismissive of him, which could be a result of an older sibling and steve being… unplanned.

i feel like her name would be jill. both her and steve would have insanely long names because they’ve got posh parents.

so steve is like steven michael robert harrington or some shit. then jill’s name is jillian rebecca christine harrington

she’s like their perfect little girl, straight a’s, does community service, is cheer captain in high school, and she’s going to yale to become a defense lawyer. she’s their pride and joy.

but like 5-ish years after she was born, they thought they weren’t going to have more kids, because they weren’t really parent material. enter Steve.

jill became like a mother to steve as they grew up. she was there for him as often as she could be. when she got her driver’s license, her parents began leaving on longer and longer business trips and vacations, eventually just sending checks in the mail for food and stuff and coming home for christmas and jill’s birthday, steve’s if they had time.

it wasn’t like they didn’t love steve, he was their son, they loved him, but they didn’t plan on having him.

plus, jill turned out so well, steve will probably just follow in her footsteps.

except they failed to realize that they had completely contradicting personalities and steve just wasn’t an academic person.

even when jill went off to college, she tried to visit at least once a month, but eventually that turned into once every three months, then twice a year, then maybe she’d visit at christmas.

and all steve ever heard from adults is how much they admired jill. how cool it was that she was following his father’s footsteps and going into law. they asked if steve was planning to follow her and go to yale. maybe harvard?

steve couldn’t even get into community college.

jill showed up one grey, stormy day at the end of august.

steve and billy, who’d just recently been released from the hospital, were out running errands. groceries, picking up billy’s meds from the pharmacy, going to the little bakery on the end of the plaza to get bear claws and coffee.

as they reached the end of the long driveway that led to the harrington house and parked the car, billy asked the obvious.

“whose car is that?”

steve had never seen that car before. it was expensive, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t sure if it was his parents or not. his dad always bought red cars, and this car was a shiny silver camaro that looked almost just like billy’s did (before steve slammed into it on july 4th)

they grabbed the groceries and started walking to the front door, steve testing the handle before realizing it was unlocked.

there was music coming from the house, loud, obnoxious music.

“hey i love this song,” billy chirped up from behind steve.

as he said before, loud, obnoxious music.

they walked further into the house and steve took note of how everything looked the same as he’d left it, until he saw the only clue he needed:

the grey hoodie on the armchair that read ‘yale’ across it in navy blue block letters.

there was movement in the kitchen, along with the music, which steve guessed was probably metallica (he thinks that he’s heard this song in billys car a time or two).

as steve set the large bags down on the island and billy put the gallon of milk next to them (steve wouldn’t let him carry anything heavier), jill turned from the pot she was stirring on the stove and noticed the two boys staring at her headbanging.

she jumped back and accidentally slammed her hand onto the hot burner, yelping in pain as she shot to the sink, running it under cold water.

“stevie, turn the radio down, please,” she yelled over the noise.

steve did as told and then came to sit on one of the barstools around the island.

“why are you here?”

billy slapped steve’s shoulder lightly in reprimand for his rude comment.

“well, i’m not sure if you know this, but i used to live here,”

billy noticed that her and steve both had the same smirk and glimmer of chaos in their eyes when they made a snarky comment.

they also had the same dark brown hair and full cheeks, but sharp nose and jaw. jill was almost as tall, if not as tall as steve, had no moles or freckles that he could see and had green-ish/hazel eyes as opposed to steve’s brown ones. they were both relatively thin and long-legged, too.

“oh, wow, you’re so damn funny, jill,” steve snarked back.

jill was still running cold water over her burnt hand. so they were both clumsy as hell, too.

“can you get the hot chocolate off the stove, i don’t want it to boil,” she asked, more like directed, steve to do. he got up and pulled the pot off the burner, turning the burner off. “thanks,”

there was a few more beats of awkward silence that followed.

“so who’s your friend?”

billy sat up and smiled charmingly, “billy hargrove,”

“well, i’m jill,” she turned the water off and grabbed a bag of mildly cool peas from their grocery bags, holding it on her palm. “i’m sure steve talks about me all the time,”

“yeah, i have nothing to talk about but you and your loud ass mouth,” steve grumbled, getting another soft slap from billy.

“so, billy, are you sleeping with steve?”

both boys choked a bit at the comment, trying to not make their bulging eyes too obvious.

“why would you ask that?” steve questioned quietly, almost scared of the answer.

“well, you went grocery shopping together, so you’re living together. or billy stays over often.” jill shrugged as she leaned on the counter, “when i was putting my stuff in my room, there wasn’t anything in the other rooms that insinuated someone else was living here, then i peaked in your room because i was seeing if you were home or not, and there were leather pants, oversized jean jackets, and there was some hairspray brand that i know you refuse to use.”

billy and steve were caught red handed. they knew it. jill knew it.

“please don’t tell dad,” steve begged as sternly and un-childishly as he could manage.

“dude, i don’t care,” jill scoffed, turning to grab three mugs from the cabinet and pour hot chocolate in each one.

billy and steve were sharing a look that screamed “what the fuck are we supposed to be doing in this situation?”

“you’re… ok with this?”

“i go to new york city every other weekend when i’m in connecticut, what do you think i do there? study group?”

“but you’re not mad?” steve still didn’t believe her. he wasn’t sure why but this just seemed too easy. billy was stiff as a board next to him, too.

“that would make me kinda hypocritical, steve,”

billy’s head shot up at her comment and the clinking of mugs being placed in front of them. “you’re…”

“bisexual,”

another thing her and steve had in common, billy thought.

steve and jill were still at odds with each other, but, as steve took a sip of his hot cocoa, he figured they may get used to being siblings again. like they were before she ever left.

[starkatana]

The Meet Cute

Jason Todd x Female Reader

Summary: Jason meets you for the first time and is smitten by you. It’s your first day of school at Gotham Academy and when Jason sees you at school for the first time everything that can go wrong in front of your crush does.

Author’s note: So, here begins my various one-shots of Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader//y/n AKA my current obsession. I may compile all of them into chronological order once everything is done. I just really wanted to write and post something. I just have too many WIP’s right now that I need to focus on.

Before Reading: You and Jason meet as seniors in high school.

They aren’t exact ages. This is just a world that I made using these characters because I can. Meaning Jason hasn’t died yet, in this AU (not that it matters for this story – he won’t die and become Red Hood until age 22/23)

Selina is your godmother. You are the child of Selina’s childhood friends. There is no family relationship between you and Jason even though you will be living in Wayne Manor and occasionally call Selina, Auntie.

Sorry if its a little out of character, this is just based on my knowledge that tumblr has given me.

“Are we allowed to be here?” Dick asked as he pulled up the car to the music venue.

“Yeah!” Jason said giddily with excitement. “The venue said, shows are open to those 18+ and I just turned 18!”

“I guess. I feel like we fought crime here before.” Dick looked around the area.

“Where haven’t we fought crime in Gotham.” Jason shrugged, “Let’s go!”

Jason and Dick wait in line for the rock show. The venue marks Jason’s hands with a big stamp that showed he was underage to drink and without Dick, he ran into the venue. Letting the sound of the music envelope him, he moved his way through the crowd when he got caught in a mosh pit and someone much bigger than him grabbed him in and threw him down.

“C‘mon dude!” You effortlessly help Jason up off the floor.

Jason, even though he was 18 and still in high school, he was not a small dude he was Robin at night, and during the day between homework and theatre, he was fighting with the Titans. He was not small. Compared to you, he was a giant, even though, when he stood up he was only a head taller than you. The way you swooped in from the mosh pit to help him up, took his breath away.

“You okay?” you yell over the sound of the music.

Your y/h/c was in a high ponytail and you had the perfect cat-eye eyeliner wing. You looked breathtaking. Sweaty and beautiful you were wearing a black t-shirt that was tied in the front, with ripped black skinny jeans, a red flannel, and black converse high tops. He never loved the color red so much than this moment.

“Hey!” you snap him back to reality as he nods still speechless looking into your y/e/c eyes with the lights and moving in the background.

“Good!” you give him a half-smile, followed by a wink, before going back into the mosh pit.

“There you are!” Dick grabbed Jason’s arm and pulled himself towards Jason “I thought I lost you back there.”

Jason doesn’t move and doesn’t pay attention to Dick as he’s watching your petite form in the crowd. How well you handle yourself as you throw down with the other people in the mosh pit.

“Dick, I think I’m in love.”

“What?” Dick yells over the music “I! Can’t! Hear!”

Jason grabs this brother’s shirt collar and points him over to you “Girl. High pony! Headbanging!” Jason couldn’t take his eyes off you as you headbang to the music. “I. Love. Her.”

Dick looks back and forth between her and him. 

“WHAT?!”

He wanted to hang out with you all night, there was one time during the show where you were crowd surfing and you got on stage with the band and jammed out with them. He ran into you often that night and you two shared some laughs and some dance sessions. It was a night he would remember.

Then his alarm went off. It was the next morning and Jason couldn’t get you out of his head. He got up and got ready for the first day of his senior year. In the kitchen he made himself a bowl of cereal but walking to put the milk back he almost trips on the cat, spilling the milk.

“Do be careful Master Todd.”

“It was the cat!”

Alfred gave him a nod and continued cooking breakfast when Jason sat at the island and when he put his hand down the spoon went flying out of the bowl. “Ah! I’ll clean it.”

“Seems like today just isn’t your day.”

“I’m not superstitious and black cats aren’t bad luck.” Jason shrugged.

“You might not be superstitious but it might just be some bad luck.” and Alfred slid him a salt shaker and pointed over his left shoulder, “don’t forget the family dinner tonight. Now, please excuse me, I have to go wake up Master Drake so you two aren’t late to your first day.”

“Yeah.” Jason sighs and takes the salt and throws some over his left shoulder. Not for him, but for Alfred.

At school, you’re walking through the halls with your coffee, class schedule, and other paperwork in your arms. You’re on your phone when Jason is walking towards you and does a double-take unsure if you were the girl from last night. He jogs over to you and doing so he slips on a banana peel like in the cartoons and crashes into you. Causing you to spill coffee all over yourself.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Jason says quickly getting up and offering a hand to help you up. You take his hand and when he saw your face, he couldn’t believe his eyes. You were the girl from the show last night.

“I’m good it was just iced.” You wipe off your uniform best you can, but your white blouse was now stained. You looked up at Jason who was quietly staring at you. A cat had run away with his tongue.

“Excuse me.” You use your jacket to cover up your chest, begining to walk away.

“No!”

You stop and furrow your brows at him.

“Fuck, I mean, I’m sorry about your uniform.”

You still have your chest covered. “It’s whatever.” 

“I’ll buy you a replacement coffee later.”

“It’s fine.” Then the warning bell for class rang. “I have to go.” You walk past him and throw away the cup and continue with your day. Jason watched you walk away and slapped himself in the forehead. How did he fuck something up as easy as that?!

Ironically enough, for the rest of the day, you keep running into each other. Literally. After the first incident and before lunch he waves to you. As he walks over to you he trips and falls into you. Knocking all your stuff out of your arms.

“Hi.” Jason sheepishly greets from on top of you.

“Hi.” You shove him off of you and start picking up your things.

“I’m so sorry, I’m usually not this clumsy.” He responds helping you pick things up.

“I’m sure.” You respond with a slightly annoyed tone.

“I’m going to make this all up to you.”

“It’s fine.” You go to reach for your pencil and he does the same and you two bang heads.

“Shit.”

“Fuck.”

You two swore, grabbing your foreheads. You quickly snatch your pencil and get as far away from him as possible.

“I’m sorry!”

At lunch, he sees you at a table outside, and a little bit over behind you he sees a coffee cart. A lightbulb goes off in his head and he buys you a coffee and one for himself. He’s minding his own business and at the same time keeping an eye on you to make sure you haven’t disappeared. Once he gets the coffee, he begins walking over to you. He’s rehearsing what he’s going to say to you once he gets to your table.

Hey, I’m Jason. Sorry about today. No. Hey, were you at the Favorite Places show last night?

But getting caught up in his thoughts he trips over his own feet and spills the iced coffees all over you from behind.

You jump at the sudden burst of cold liquid all over you. “Oh my god!” You get up and turn around you see the same boy from earlier.

“Are you fucking SORRY?!”

Your jaw drops even further than it had already. Jason’s face goes super red. You shake your head and start gathering up your things.

“That’s not,” he gets up from the ground, “What I wanted to say.” He squeaked.

You roll your eyes and continue to ignore him.  With your stuff barely packed away, you grab your jacket uniform, the only dry clothing item you now have on you, and walk away from him. 

“Fuck.” Jason grabbed his head. Today was going great.

On your way to the last period of the day, you two make eye contact across the courtyard. There was something about you that took Jason off guard. When you saw him, you turned around going back inside the building to avoid walking near him. He was devastated.

Later that evening in Wayne Manor:

“Hey Little Wing,“ Dick walked into Jason’s room “ooooo....” he leaned against the door frame. The room is dark and Jason is slumped over his bed, “is this a bad time?”

“Pretty sure the girl from last night was at school today and everything went WRONG.”

“Ouch.” Dick flicked on the light, “What happened?”

“What didn’t happen?!” Jason sat up in bed. “I spilled coffee on her twice, but not just two cups of coffee. Three. She was drenched in ice coffee by lunch.”

“Oh, that sounds like a bad day for her and you.”

“Young masters, please report to the main dining hall, dinner is ready,” Alfred announced over the intercoms.

“You can talk more along the way.”

Jason explained everything that happened at school today to Dick and when they got into the dining room Bruce and Selina were there along with Tim and Damien and the last person that Jason laid his eyes on was you.

Jason’s jaw dropped. 

Your eyes narrowed.

“Jason! Dick! Take a seat this is my goddaughter, y/n.” Selina introduced, “She’ll be staying with us and going to Gotham Academy with you and Tim.”

“Hi, I’m Dick.” he reached out his hand and shook hands with you, “Pleasure meeting you.”

You shakes his hand and gives him a smile in return and Dick takes a seat one away from you, leaving the only space at the table next to you for Jason.

You then turn your attention to Jason. “And you must be Jason.”

Hi.” Jason said sheepishly avoiding eye contact and quickly taking a seat at the table next to you.

“Wow, this is a first.” Selina said, “I have never seen Jason so quiet.”

Jason grows furiously red.

This was the worse karma.

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My boyfriend said I need to stop sitting on all my stories and that I need to share them with the world. I’m embarrassed and I don’t like people knowing what I’m into.So, better share with all the strangers on the internet! 

Hope you enjoyed it! I’ll be back soon!

[genesisrose74]

Karasuno Boys Singing Headcanons!

A/n: By this point I hope that everyone has seen the masterpiece that is Sugawara’s wonderful voice actor singing Under the Sea, which has won the spot in my heart for cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I then proceeded to go off the deep end of Haikyuu voice actors singing and safe to say I was in no way disappointed, so here’s some Karasuno boys singing headcanons! If you have any requests my ask box is open 💖 enjoy!

Daichi

Is it just me or would Daichi not care if someone heard him singing

He seems like the type of person who hums all the time 

Partly because it helps relax him after yelling at the team all day LMAO He doesn’t necessarily sing with lyrics every chance he gets, but when he does he’s pretty casual about it

He’ll sing in the car a lot, and it was actually the first place you heard him

Boy has a soothing playlist for school days and you always like hearing his voice when he drives you in the mornings

Will hum when you’re both doing schoolwork in his or your house

Doesn’t realize he has a good voice, so he never tries to show off all that often in front of people and thus the team has not heard him full out sing yet

So when they does hear him like, actually singing for the first time at the end of practice they’re SHOOK

Tanaka and Nishinoya instantly start spamming you with texts, asking why you hid away such a precious secret for so long

You’re sitting in the library staring at your constantly vibrating phone like ??? doesn’t he sing all the time?

When you end up texting the boys this question they go absolutely feral

At this point Daichi is losing his voice yelling at the team to calm tf down

Suga is cackling in the corner of the team gym cause he been knew

It’s absolutely chaotic literally someone come save Daichi please-

Sugawara

HAHA GET READY BOYS

Official team mom of Karasuno sings all the damn time don’t even get me started

Always humming some upbeat tune doing schoolwork, cleaning up after practice, in the car, etc.

Seriously when is this sweet baby not singing

The team is well aware of this, especially the sideline cheer squad (Yamaguchi, moi ippon nice serve!) 

Tell me he does not make up rhyming cheers under his breath during matches I dare you

Will literally make up a stupid song on the spot to describe whatever he is currently doing or feeling

Hinata bathroom vibes tbh but it’s even more out of the blue

“Got an A on my exam today, and things are going my way”

“Suga, for the love of everything please stop”

“Daichi thinks I’ll listen to what he’ll say, but I’m singing more anyway”

He is always on board with karaoke whenever Karasuno has team bonding nights

One time you are invited to this by Suga himself and he gets up and starts singing a Disney song haha guess which one 

And as often as the team has heard him sing mans is feeling it tonight for whatever reason and y’all can tell

You have never heard anyone sing Under the Sea so passionately before but it’s a gift and you’re not complaining

Asahi

Boy is so insecure oh my gosh please give him some support

Very shy about singing in front of anyone and everyone

The only time you’ve ever heard him sing was when you were over at his house and he was taking a shower

You had gone downstairs to get a snack from the kitchen and when you come back up he’s singing alongside one of his playlists

You don’t know if it’s because of the steam and the solid acoustics in the bathroom but he doesn’t sound half bad

You try not to startle him as soon as he gets out because you know how flustered he’d get

But then a while later while y’all are studying on his bed you just casually bring it up like ‘You have a nice voice, Asahi’ and that’s all

He’s a little shocked at first that you heard him but kind of smiles and sighs in relief because you liked his singing!! 🥺

Precious teddy bear is totally happy for the rest of the week, like that’s how much your praise means to him sdlkgjfdjsof he’s too cute

Eventually warms up to humming little tunes around you

He’s really blushy when he does but you pretend not to notice for his sake lmao

It makes you so warm inside that he feels comfortable enough to let you hear him

Ennoshita

In this house we do not sleep on Ennoshita

As much as he is the mom of the second years he will flaunt his stuff whenever he gets the chance and this is one of those times

If a generic pop song is on at literally any point in time and he hears it, damn right he’s going to sing 

When it comes to singing Ennoshita is hands down the most chaotic no question about it

Sometimes he’ll actually sing a verse pretty decently

And then the next line is just the embodiment of a dumpster fire and he does not care

These are the only times that Tanaka and Noya get irritated with him and not the other way around

But Ennoshita doesn’t give a shit, he’s so cheeky

Like he’ll be walking through the mall and a banger of a song like Fergalicious comes on over the speakers? You’re done for

Even if he doesn’t know the lyrics at certain points, or deadass does not know any of them at all, he’ll just power through

If there is a sports banquet complete with dancing and music and the team attends, Ennoshita is tearing up the floor and singing his heart out

Honestly you’re a little scared to interfere cause what is he even doing-

He has made quite a few friends from opposing teams with his frankly lunatic level energy

I’m looking at you Oikawa, Tendou 

Tanaka

ANIME. INTROS.

He sounds EXACTLY like that opening singer from Bungou Stray Dogs I wonder why

No but actually we all heard his little song in season one, when he’s late and walking to the gym like what a king-

In summary he is a pretty good singer 

Most definitely a frequent participant during team karaoke nights and everyone enjoys his little performances

When he realizes that girls actually like guys who can sing he starts using this to his advantage 

And surprisingly it ended up working

You’re out at karaoke with some friends one night and you hop outside to get some more food for your group when you hear somebody slaying Rough Diamonds; your mind instantly goes to Food Wars

It catches your interest and then you realize...this dude goes to your school? You are positively whipped

He sees you from the doorway and when he realizes you’re enjoying the song he amps it up another three notches

Achievement get: girlfriend 

Karaoke dates and other such outings happen often, thank you very much

As much as he enjoys singing he does not overdo it like Ennoshita, who has been limited to three songs per night every time the group goes out, please for the sake of everyone’s eardrums

Nishinoya

As Tanaka’s best friend and as the co-president of simps everywhere, Nishinoya is another common singer during karaoke nights

Having fun and maybe picking up a cute girl at the end of it all? That’s literally his life agenda

He either goes for the badass, headbanging songs that are super energetic, or he jams out to the generic and famous pop groups’ songs

There is no in between

Noya has a slightly deeper singing voice but sometimes he’ll go for the stupid high notes for fun and just...completely fails

The fact that he has never successfully hit one of those notes doesn’t deter him in the slightest though; his goal is to get there at least once before he dies

He can sing so many popular TikTok audios and you can’t decide whether to be impressed or slightly disappointed with that fact

Noya doesn’t really sing at practice just because he’s focused, but when he’s walking home or getting food from Sakanoshita afterwards he might start randomly singing something

The type of person who has like a billion different playlists on his phone for the most obscure moods (honestly same Noya)

Like there’s one named “Bad Test Grade But I Won a Free Popsicle Kind of Feeling” don’t even ask 

Will put on a concert in his room and perform a whole lineup of these songs for you

Sometimes you think it’s just so he can avoid doing schoolwork but you let him get away with it occasionally

cause you’d never tell him but it’s so entertaining and kinda hot what

Tsukishima

OH GOD THIS BOY

I swear you have tried time and time again to figure out whatever the hell kind of music he listens to with those chonky headphones of his but you have never successfully completed that mission

There are only two - count em, TWO - instances where you have ever witnessed this embodiment of a salt shaker doing anything resembling singing

Number one was a literal meme TikTok where you were using Beyond the Mysterious Beyond from Land Before Time as your audio

You didn’t expect Tsukki to recognize it at all 

But he’s in the top corner of your phone screen and he is deadass LIP SYNCING EVERY WORD and you’re SENT INTO ORBIT 

DOES HE STUTTER? NOPE

Should have expected that Mr. Dinosaur Obsessed would have watched Land Before Time and loved the all the bops

That video is forever saved in your drafts because he’d literally end you if that went public but you refuse to completely get rid of it

Second time, our french fry child actually sings because Yamaguchi forces him to do a song with him lmao

It only lasts for about three verses but it’s all anyone has heard from him before and is therefore a blessing from above

If anyone has heard these two singing Sarishinohara on YouTube you know what I’m talking about if not look it up it’s an absolute gift 

Literal perfection in a duet like?? Everyone is depressed when they realize that Tsukki’s voice had been hidden from the world until that very moment

We will cherish this short taste of Singing! Tsukki for all time amen 😔🙏

Yamaguchi

Like Asahi, this precious bean is also shy about his singing 

But he will sometimes get a burst of confidence if he’s having a really good day or if someone is singing with him

When those moments arrive they are wonderful 

He sounds like an angel, not even exaggerating he’s just so pure

Has a very light tone no matter how the song originally sounds and it’s really soothing to be honest

When his little bouts of confidence wear off please for the love of God praise him in any way shape or form, it makes him feel good about himself 

On team bus rides to games, he and Yachi will sometimes sing fun tunes together to calm each others’ nerves and it’s incredibly precious

Tsukki will send you videos of this pregame ritual and you have a folder reserved for them in your camera roll 

Everyone say thank you Tsukki

He will sing for you if you’re feeling super down about something because he knows you love it 

Never fails to calm you down and cheer you up, and Yams knows in those moments that he would gladly sing for the rest of his life if it made you smile

We stan one soft, talented bean sprout 

Kageyama 

Another stubborn boy when it comes to singing in front of other people

He will hum on rare occasion but don’t expect much more

You start to realize that whenever he does start humming, though, it’s always the same song, so one day you ask him about it

It’s a song his grandfather used to sing to him when he was little and he uses it to calm himself down

You almost start crying on the spot because you know how much his grandpa meant to him 

Kags says there were lyrics to it but he doesn’t remember them besides a few random words scattered here and there

It becomes your personal mission to find the rest of the lyrics because you’ll be damned if your precious baby goes another day without hearing them again

Finally after countless obscure Google searches you find the song 

But you don’t know how to casually bring up the fact that you had spent hours obsessively looking for them into a conversation-

So one day you’re hanging out with Kageyama, but he’s been in an awful mood all week, and you decide to start singing the song that his grandpa used to but including the lyrics

And when he recognizes the words and puts the chorus together, he instantly relaxes and starts singing it with you

He is so touched and thankful that he can finally recall the song in its entirety, and now you both sing said song to each other whenever the other is feeling down

I love him so much my heart-

Hinata

When you find out he can sing you’re absolutely floored

Literally the only time in his life that Hinata can successfully speak English words and it’s in a song? And it’s coherent?? It’s a miracle

The whole team gets on his ass about sucking at English in class but being able to obliterate those lyrics when they come up in a song and the poor tangerine gets all huffy

hE’s tRyiNg HiS bESt oKaY                

His range is SO GOOD THOUGH WHAT-

You’re in the middle of a store with him and he’s been occasionally singing along to the music from the speakers and at this point you’re not even surprised at how good he sounds

But then he just starts singing in falsetto

BOI- When I say your jaw is on the floor I am not playing games 

The power he holds is beyond comprehension

He’s looking at you confused like did he do something wrong?

When you proceed to flip out over how great he just sounded baby gets so embarrassed how cute

Again, one of those people who just doesn’t know their gift and it makes him even more precious 

I would kill to have his capabilities like imagine the talent; if that whole volleyball thing doesn’t work out there’s also the music industry sir-

In conclusion: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS SUNSHINE A MIC THANK YOU