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Godâs eepist solider
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someone please explain to me why I'm losing my ever-loving shit over a man who may very well have been named after a member of the Wiggles.
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Every time I listen to a theological debate, I imagine people debating Miley Cyrus in A Thousand Years
"But there is no actual evidence, no building records, no paperwork, to suggest that she ever entered a building like a wrecking ball. Therefore we can assume she did not exist."
"But you see, there is video evidence-"
"We KNOW that digital evidence can be faked, even in the 2000's. No real scholar takes video evidence, DIGITAL video, as evidence. Plus, it's clear that all wrecking ball footage is staged."
"Hey guys, I don't think we were ever supposed to take wrecking ball as a literal event. I'm pretty sure it's a metaphor of a turning point in her career."
"Oh my Godness Jeff get off this panel, screw you."
"For the last time, Jeff, if we see wrecking ball as JUST a metaphor, where do we draw the line? World War One? Nine Eleven? Were THEY metaphor, Jeff?"
"Don't get him STARTED on his views of the existence of Hannah Montana..."
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I don't know if I recommend this. Likely chance it's a weird coping mechanism to not take things personally. Either way, my brain is very entertained.
#wake up Jeff#theology#wrecking ball#religion#religious#religious trauma#hannah montana#hannah montana isn't real
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"Exactly what would happen if he wakes?"
"Incarnations of Immortality: With a Tangled Skein" - Piers Anthony
#book quote#incarnations of immortality#with a tangled skein#piers anthony#questions#wake up jeff#wake up
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Steve offers to help hang up some pictures on the wall for Max and her mom at their new place. Susan takes him up on it and tells him that she has to work but sheâll leave the door unlocked so he can wait inside until Max gets home from her âdragon clubâ ti help him.
So Steve goes over, knocks on the door, goes in when he gets no answer and thinks, âwow, theyâve hung up a lot of stuff in here already.â
He sits down on the couch to wait for Max, leans back to rest his eyes just for a second.
Eddie arrives home at the end of âdragon club,â walks inside, walks outside and checks the house number, and then walks back inside where Steve Harrington is sleeping on his couch. He asks the unconscious jock, the cups on the wall, and the universe at large, âWhat the fuck is this?â
Meanwhile, Max isnât even a member of Hellfire and was watching out the window when Steve pulled up and walked into the wrong trailer. She just rolled her eyes and hung up her own pictures.
#Eddie doesnât wake Steve up immediately#first he calls Jeff because this has to be some kind of hallucinations#and Jeff isnextremely unhelpful like: You sure you didnât just wish really hard?#When Steve does wake up and the shock and embarrassment is halfway over heâs like: Whatâs up with the cups? dusting must be insane here#steve harrington#eddie munson#dumb thoughts by â¨meâ¨
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Part Eight
A03
We left off: Eddie has an injured leg, Gareth is concussed, thereâs a now injured manticore in Hawkins and possibly a moving gate in the walls of the lab, which is storing mysterious, glowing green goo. Prior to all that, Steve was having a breakdown about leaving Hawkins brought on by his parents returning home.
Gareth has noticed Steveâs âcrushâ on Eddie, *all* of Hellfire is painfully aware of Eddieâs crush on Steve, and Hopper just showed up to the Byers in Scooby Doo pajamas.
Cue the music.
One minute Hopper was shaking a finger at the pile of children on the couch, spittle flying from his mouth as he demanded everyone both talk and shut up--
(âThey canât do both, Jim.â
âI donât care Joyce, I--â
âWell I care, and youâre in my house, so I suggest you shut up.â
âFine, but--â
âJim!â
âI was shutting up!â)
--and the next Steve had wrapped Garethâs own hands around a warm mug, quietly leaning into his ear to ask if he was okay.
Gareth nodded jerkily, blinking back to the present, fighting off the panic attack that had dogged him all night.
âYup. Iâm great--good! Iâm totally good.â
Steve snorted (a gross but common Steve sound) but otherwise left Gareth with a squeeze of his shoulder, before taking the other mug he had over to Eddie.
Who, Gareth realized, was staring at Hopper with the resigned air of a man glaring down his own executioner.
âWhat I donât understand,â Lucas was saying as Steve tried to get Eddie to take a mug, âis what the manticoreâs guarding.â
âYou didnât hear the green goo story?â Dustin said conversationally, like this was a Tuesday and not the middle of the night after a monster attack, head craning around to look at his friend.
Gareth had to give it to the kid, he had balls of fucking iron to ignore the look Hopper was shooting his way.
âGreen goo?â Hopper butted in, needing an answer but clearly not eager to hear it
(Behind Gareth, Steve had resorted to physically taking Eddieâs hands, and wrapping them around the mug. He kept them there, fingers over Eddieâs as he leaned in, whispering something into the older teenâs ear, clearly trying to get his attention off Hopper.
It didnât seem to be working until Steve said--or did--something, and then suddenly Eddie was taking in a shuddering, wobbly breath, eyes darting to look up into Steveâs. He took the mug much the same way Gareth had, though he blanked his face out a hell of a lot faster.)
âGlowing green goo. Itâs--wait, whereâd that guy go, he explained it really well.â Dustin leaned his entire body out from the couch, looking towards the wall of Hellfire members. âHey, you! Stuck Stewart!â
Grant and Jeff slid away from Stewart immediately.
Who pointedly dumbly towards himself, squawking out a startled, âMe?â
âYes, you.â Dustin said, like this was a fucking gameshow. âTell Hop what you told me.â
As Hopper turned to face them with a startled expression, it became evident that he was just now realizing the teenagers in the kitchen weren't the ones he had expected to encounter.
His gaze swept over them in a clinical assessment, as if memorizing their faces so he could write them up later. Each of them let out a sigh of relief when he moved onto the next person, before his eyes landed on Eddie--and stayed.
âMunson?â He hissed, causing half of Hellfire to flinch.
To Eddieâs credit, he didn't react. Just reclined in the chair like he owned it, and raised the mug of chocolate Steve had just let go of.
âNice jammies, Hop.â He said in lue of a greeting.
âIgnore him.â Dustin demanded, in a tone that had Jeff and Grant both side eyeing him. âThe glowing goo is the important thing here.â
He gestured with his hand in a 'get on with it' motion, shooting an impatient look at Stewart.
Who audibly swallowed.
âSo there uh, there was a rumorâŚâ Stewart started, the story coming out in jerky, hesitant waves.
He kept looking at Hopper as if the man would interrupt him at any minute, and Gareth couldnât tell if he was hoping to be cut off or happy to be allowed to talk.
He got it all out though--the rumors about the goo, the weird trucks and people loitering around town.
How a friend (omitting, Gareth noted with muted amusement, that Mikey was both an adult and the Hideoutâs bartender) put it all together, spun it up into some crazy conspiracy theory and fed it to half the townâs best gossips.
The entire time Stewart spoke, Hopper was staring Eddie down.
Hellfire didnât miss it.
Joyce didnât either, and even Jonathan looked a bit fidgety.
(The kids looked perfectly fine, but then, they didnât seem to realize Hopper wasnât exactly focused on the whole goo thing.)
Stewartâs story ended, tailing off awkwardly when it became clear he had nothing else to add, and that everyone was waiting for Hopper to say something.
âJimâŚâ Joyce started, tone low in warning, which seemed to kickstart the chief back to life.
âRight. So we have one group of dumbass teenagers who went into the lab on a dare,â Hopper drawled, in that âdonât you bullshit meâ tone cops just loved to use, âa second group of dumbass children who went in because they apparently, havenât learned their lesson about meddling in government affairs, and Munson hereâ-â
Hopper flicked a hand at Eddie.
ââ-was involved because his friends called him for help and not because the lab is the perfect spot to get high with a large number of people. Do I have that right?â
They all exchanged a nervous look with one another, but no one said a word.
Hellfire as a whole was used to getting their shit rocked by teachers, shop owners, and occasionally, the cops (usually an idiot who wanted to throw their weight around by busting up band practice or searching a car for drugs).
Pissing off the Chief of police though? That was an activity Eddie typically did solo.
And boy was Hopper pissed off, fury building waves as he leaned in like a predator opening its mouth right before it ate its prey.
âThis shit? The Upside Down, monster shit? Isnât something I screw around with. Especially not when my daughterâs involved. So weâre going to try this again, and this time, I want to hear the truth.â
He held up a hand to halt the explosion of protests from the kids section without bothering to even look in their direction.
âFrom Munson.â He finished, crossing his arms over his chest.
Eddie answered by taking a noisy slurp from his mug.
Gareth winced, but this sort of back and forth was par the course for a Munson-Hopper encounter, and he knew better than to get in the middle of it.
Steve, apparently, did not.
âStewart just told you the truth.â He said flatly, giving Hopper a look that was just as stubborn as the chiefâs own.
Who very much did not appreciate it.
âHarrington--â
âYou said it yourself.â Steve interrupted, holding firm against the chiefâs scowl. âThe Upside Down isnât something we screw around with.â
âTell him, Steve!â Dustin crowed from the couch.
âShut it.â Steve and Hopper responded in unison, and then did a remarkable job of pretending they hadnât said a word.
(Gareth had the worst vision of Steve in an alternate life as a police officer. A deputy maybe, with shaved hair, constantly chewing on tobacco and fucking up poor peopleâs lives. Heâd probably have an obnoxious nickname. Like Gator or some shit.
Thank God Hellfire had gotten there first.)
âI was there when they called Eddie.â Steve continued, before Hopper could growl something out. âIf we were all doing drugs, weâd still be high, and Eddie wouldnât have teeth marks in his thigh.â
There was yet another pause, in which Gareth was fairly sure the tension was going to give him a heart attack.
Within it, Hopper did a double take, noting Eddieâs injury for the first time--and how he only had one pant leg, the other replaced by a stark white bandage and pale skin.
âFine.â He grit out, teeth clenched so tight Gareth thought they might shatter against each other. âIs there anything else I should know about the âgoo storyâ then?â
âYou missed the part where El wouldnât let us call you, because she felt you wouldnât listen to her.â Mike snarked from Elâs right.
âWonder why.â Max added darkly, from her own spot on Elâs left. âDonât you have a walkie? Why didnât you answer the code red?â
Apparently, they had decided Steve had won this entire exchange, and it was safe to dogpile on their own displeasure. Gareth was absolutely astounded that the glare Hopper turned their direction didnât melt them all on the spot.
(Likely, given how this all seemed to be a normal encounter for everyone involved, they were used to it.
Gareth was very much not.)
Hopper whipped his head around to Mike, anger still simmering, âAnd Iâm sure you, Michael Wheeler, didnât have any qualms about not calling me.â
âHe did not want me to go either.â El said bluntly. âI told him you would not listen, and if either of you stopped me, people would die.â
She nodded then, towards Stewart, as if to indicate he was one such person.
For the second time that night, Stewart pointed at his own chest, eyes saucer wide.
âNo one else,â El finished grimly, âwill die.â
The chief dragged his hands through his hair and then down his face.
âAlright.â He forced out. âI get your point-- but! Weâre talking about how you went about this later. Not now!â He added, before the kids could erupt. âLater!â
âSo what are we going to do about the Manticore?â Mike spat the question more so than he said it, but Gareth was happy someone was bringing that part up.
Because monster problem or not--what the fuck were they going to do about it?
Since the Chief of Police was here, did that mean the entire police force knew there were monsters in Hawkins? Was there some kind of--monster hunting squad that went around at night?
The more he thought about it the more questions he had, and in turn, the more Garethâs anxiety threatened to mutiny once again, which was not helped by the concussion he was positive heâd acquired.
Hopper scoffed, âWe are not doing anything. We are going back to bed after I call your parents and tell them youâve been out all night!â
Groans filled the room, the sound of children facing a future grounding, en mass.
âThen,â he continued loudly, âIâll call Owens.â
âAnd if Owens doesnât do anything?â Dustin challenged. ââCause he clearly didnât clean up well last time. Are we just going to let a manticore run around? What if more come through? What if--â
âJust because none of you trust me doesnât mean I donât do my job,â Hopper interrupted, âwhich includes knowing what to do if this shit came back. We adults did discuss that after last time, believe it or not.â
Gareth was old enough to school the doubt off his face, but the kids had no such qualms.
âWhat Hop means is that we need to have a little more faith in him.â Joyce soothed, and Gareth noticed that unlike a lot of adult men heâd been around, Hopper let her. âHeâll make sure itâs taken care of.â
âThis just means weâre waiting until he falls in a hole again.â Mike stage whispered to Will, who coughed hard to hide his laugh.
âThere arenât any holes this time!â Hopper screeched, voice rising in pitch.
âOkay, okay, enough.â Joyce pacified, moving to stand in the middle of the room (notably,between the harpy children and Hopper). âWhatâs important is that everyone lived, we know thereâs a thing in the lab, and that no one is going back for it until itâs dead. Agreed?â
She paused, and when no such agreements came, hardened her voice in a way that had every person under eighteen snapping to attention. âAgreed!?â
âYes.â Chorused the children (and at least three members of Hellfire.)
âGood.â Joyce nodded so hard her hair bounced. Putting her hands on her hips, she added; âNow we start the process of getting all of you home.â
âSomeone get me the phone, weâre starting with you Wheeler.â Hopper tacked on.
Mike just flung himself back into the couch with a dramatic eye roll and a not so subtle raise of his middle finger.
âAs for the rest of you, get out.â Hopper said, weaving past Steve to get to the phone in the kitchen.
A second later, when it was clear no one had moved, he poked his head around the corner.
âDo I need to call all your parents too?â He demanded, as Hellfire dumbly stood there. âGet!â
Hellfire got.
xXx
Hopper grabbed Steve right before heâd left, muttering something about needing to talk to him and Jonathan.
Alone.
Eddie chose to hang back, propping himself on the van's hood, and Gareth, not wanting to go home, opted to keep him company
âHopperâs not going to eat him.â He whispered, when two minutes dragged into seven and the fidgeting got to be too much for him.
âTrue, but he's catching hell because Hopper's not buying his story." Eddie retorted, voice equally hushed.
As if raising their voices might summon Hopper and his fiery temper right to them.
"It's nothing we haven't heard before," Gareth remarked, resisting the urge to suggest once more that Eddie get off his leg and go sit in the car.
âThere weren't monsters before.â Eddie countered, mouth around a hangnail.
âDoesnât matter.â
âIt might.â Eddie muttered darkly. âIf Hopper makes it matter, it fucking might.â
âHow the hell is Hopper going to make it matter?" Gareth mused aloud, though deep down, he already knew.
Eddie was Hellfire's guardian, both within and beyond the school walls. Being with him meant having a shield to hide behind, protection against the casual cruelty the people of Hawkins were so fond of.
Sure, there were mean kids, nasty teachers, and even the occasional unpleasant gas station attendant, but they weren't the real issueânot by a long shot.
It was the ones who looked at Eddie and truly believed some of the bullshit.
Hopper didnât act like the church folk. The ones who sent their pastors and youth leaders out on the warpath, knocking on doors and setting up outside of businesses.
Those individuals had attempted to drive away Eddie's friends before, thinking they could "rescue them" in the processâGareth himself had once endured a week of being stalked by some idiot he had stood up to in Eddie's defense.
The man had made it his mission, and Gareth, too young at the time to know better, had felt helpless as every adult he turned to dismissed the blatant stalking.
All because that "nice" youth leader claimed he just wanted to help.
The asshole had practically hunted Gareth down-- always making himself known, always accompanied by a friend or two. A couple of little comments in his pocket, ready and waiting, and a grin that didnât match his eyes.
The words he said werenât threats, but the tone he said them in was.
Eddie got it worst of all of them though, when the church crowd started.
Their attention wasnât always on him, and truthfully they hadnât really put any real energy into their own bullshit for a few years now--but they always came back to him.
Like he was an old and favored chew toy, and if they just tried hard enough, theyâd crack him in two.
Which meant this wasnât about what Hopper said.
Itâs what he could do.
Thankfully Steve appeared before Eddie could spiral further, looking surprised to see them still waiting.
âOh.â He ran a hand through his hair as he came down the stairs. âYou guys didnât have to stay.â
Eddie shot him a flat look.
"And leave you alone with Hopper?"
"I wasn't exactly alone, but thanks."
Steve's smile was slight, tinged with relief, and Eddie fell right into him, leaning into Steve's space (and making a show of his limp as he did).
âWe were going to ask if youâre coming back with us anyway. Figure you might not want to go back to your place after tonight.â He said, as if he and Gareth had discussed any such thing.
You waited outside just to tell me that?" Steve asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he gently pushed Eddie back. "Ed, you should be sitting in your car, off that leg."
(Not that Steve wanted Eddie to go far, Gareth noted with his own amusement, as Steve stepped to follow.)
"I tried telling him that, but he wouldn't listen!" He tattled to Steve, simply because he could.
He got a middle finger behind Eddieâs back in retaliation.
âI figured itâd piss Hopper right off if I offered you a place to crash right after he warned you away from me.â Eddie said, ignoring the both of them.
âHe didnât warn me away.â Steve said, beginning the process of herding the older teen into his van.
Eddie let out a snort. "Seriously? That wasn't a full-blown 'rethink your life choices, hanging out with trash like him' speech?â
âYouâre not trash.â
Eddie snorted again, hasher this time before glancing away.
He was entirely unprepared for Steve to reach out, catching him by the arm much the same way Hopper had caught him.
âEddie.â Steve said, abruptly serious. âYouâre not trash.â
He said it like he meant it, voice low, eyes drilling into Eddieâs.
Gareth couldn't tear his own eyes away, even though that stare wasn't even intended for him.
âNo one here is trash,â Steve declared firmly. âHopper was just asking if Jonathan and I could babysit El for a couple of nights while heâs working. But even if he had tried to tell me I couldn't hang out with you, I would have told him to shove it. Like you said earlier todayâwe donât abandon our friends, and we donât leave them to deal with stuff alone.â
Gareth knew his best friend like the back of his hand and that level of honesty?
It was too much for Eddie, and normally, heâd run.
Was in fact, a little more than infamous for bolting when confronted about his own insecurities.
Maybe it was because Eddie's leg was in no shape for him to run, or maybe it was the reassuring grip of Steve's hand on his arm. It could even have been the intensity in Steve's gaze, as if he could convince Eddie of anything just by staring at him--but Eddie didnât move.
He didn't even avert his gaze, although Gareth half expected him to.
âIf you say so.â He tried to sing-song the words but they fell flat. âLetâs go, the Munson couch awaits us.â
Steve didnât say anything about how Eddie pulled himself away, backing out of range.
He watched him though.
Even after Eddie had turned around, waving a hand at Gareth to get into the drivers seat.
Steve kept watching until Gareth nudged him out of it, murmuring a quiet âCome on, dudeâ to get him going too.
Saw the little frown line burrow its way into Steveâs forehead, like heâd figured out part of a puzzle that had long evaded him, and didnât like the answer heâd come too.
(Gareth himself didnât have time for any such revelations, given he faced the monstrous task of driving Eddieâs van.
His learners permit quaked in his wallet at the mere thought, but somehow, they made it back in one piece anyway.)
xXx
Steve had reassured them that feeling restless was normal afterâŚ.
Well.
After.
(There wasnât a word strong enough to capture the intensity of the last few hours.
Gareth eventually stopped trying, accepting it as a blur of horror, anxiety, and impending dread. It felt like a nightmare that others remembered vividly but faded for him, like a movie becoming less real once you left the theater.)
Their conversation centered around going through the last few years, Steve filling in holes that made life make a hell of a lot more sense compared to all the bullshit the government had come up with.
None of it sounded real, and several pieces had Eddie and Gareth both gawking, but after the lab?
Not a part of it could be easily discounted.
Gareth couldnât pinpoint when he finally succumbed to sleep.
Hadnât intended too, and knew immediately upon clawing back to reality that his back was in a world of hurt from the way heâd curled into Wayneâs ancient armchair.
It was still dark outside, the lights warm on the inside of the trailer, and he figured he couldnât have been out for long.
The blurry red 5:05 from his watch confirmed his suspicions, and Gareth got two seconds to wonder if this is his life now--catching whatever sleep he can in weird little bursts-- before harsh whispering picked up to his left.
The Munsonâs living room was small. Small enough for Eddie to know better about how the sound carries, even if he was whisper-fighting.
Or at least, whisper-arguing, anyway.
âI just wish youâd see yourself the way everyone else sees you.â Steve was saying, sounding both bitchy and confused. Like he couldnât quite believe he was having such a stupid conversation, but was going to point out the obvious anyway.
Eddie wasnât doing much better, his words as sharp as the knife heâd used to stab the manticore.
âWhat, as the town freak? The local satanist? The ugly queer who's out to steal the children?â
Gareth managed to sneak a peak in time to see Eddieâs face twisted in disgust.
âNot those assholes--the ones that know you. Everyone that matters.â Steve countered, easily and immediately. âThe Hellfire Club, Wayne, Dustin.â
There was a pause, but he could have sworn he heard Steve follow up with a quiet but hopeful, âMe.â
Gareth twisted ever so slightly, giving himself an eyeful of the room.
Both his friends sat on the couch facing each other. They were close, like theyâd been sharing snacks or body heat before things had gone south, Eddieâs hands nearly missing smacking into Steveâs face as he gestured.
âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry.â Steve continued doggedly.
Eddieâs hands froze in air, before he could make whatever gesture heâd intended.
âWhat?â
âI said Iâm sorry.â Steve repeated, that painful sincerity Gareth would have never guessed him capable of on full display. âFor the part I played in calling you all that shit. Youâre none of those things, Eddie. Youâre the opposite of all of it.â
The hands dropped into Eddieâs lap, like twin birds shot out of the sky.
âI am, though.â He muttered.
Steveâs frown deepened, his reassurance quick. âNo, youâre not.â
âYeah, Steve. I am.â
âOkay, fine.â Angry, Steve leaned forward into Eddieâs space.
Backed into the side of the couch and wall as he was, it trapped Eddie quite nicely.
âI know the parents down at the church donât know the difference between D&D and actual demons, but I do. So unless you suddenly learned how to be quiet about fucking ritual sacrifice of all things, then I refuse to buy that youâre a literal Satanist and not just engaging in the drama.â
Gareth saw the moment Eddie realized he was pinned, that he wasnât getting out of his conversation without shoving Steve back.
Knew this was building into a blow up before Eddieâs mouth even opened.
âIâm not a Satanist, but I definitely am queer.â He shot back, eyes hard. âSo you can shove whatever grand ideas youâre having about my character back up your ass.â
Gareth hadnât moved much, years of living with his siblings making it possible to watch whatâs happening without alerting anyone in the room that he was awake, but he almost ruined it with how quickly he sucked in his own breath.
Steve was a good guy.
Had been a good guy to them, but there have been plenty of other âgood guysâ Gareth knew who suddenly werenât so great the second Eddieâs sexuality came up.
Itâs why Gareth himself hadnât often admitted to his own muddled sexuality, too afraid of getting the same bullshit aimed his way.
Why would anyone want to pursue men, after watching more than a few realize they liked Eddie and promptly lose their shit so hard they became a danger to any man who so much as looked at them the wrong way?
It was terrifying--and so was the realization that Gareth canât kick Steveâs ass.Â
He doesnât want to even try, but gets himself ready for emotional upheaval anyway--and whatever may come after.
Even if theyâre all dead on their feet from fighting a literal monster.
âExcellent fucking timing Eds.â He thought sourly, despite the guilt of thinking it. Itâs not Eddieâs fault--and Steveâs reaction, whatever it may be, isnât either.
'God does it suck to be gay in a rural ass, small town.'
Thankfully, Steve doesnât pull away.
Doesnât act like Eddieâs got a contagious disease like some of the basketball team does, or like itâs his God given duty to either rid the earth of him now that Eddieâs finally admitted to what half the town has accused him of being, or have some violent crisis over his own clearly repressed gay crush.Â
Is still very much in Eddieâs space, even if heâs being awfully quiet--for long enough that Gareth can see Eddie start to shut down.
âOkay.â Steve said finally, clearly knowing he needs to say something but seemingly struggling to figure out what, âBut youâre not evil, and youâre definitely not stealing children, so youâre beating out the US government.â
âOh boy, I beat out the government thatâs kidnapping and torturing people! Such a high bar.â
Steve winced. âThatâs not what I meant.â
âYeah? What did you mean then?â Eddie challenged. âWe both know youâre not the kind to want to associate with the queers.â
âI didn't, I--â Steve took a breath, fumbling and knowing it. âI know I've been an asshole in the past, and I also know I was wrong."
He stared hard at Eddie. "I donât care if youâre gay. That doesnât, that shouldnât--matter.â
Eddie met his gaze.Â
âI donât believe you.âÂ
Between them sat all the times Steve, or a former friend of his, decided a random victim was queer. The knowing smirks and taunts that followed after they spewed out various slurs.
How some of the rumors they started stuck around.Â
Steve had never really engaged with a lot of the bullying people often attributed to him as King of the Jockstraps, but he wasn't an innocent bystander either, and Gareth couldn't fault Eddie for challenging that change of heart.Â
Even now, after Steve had long vacated his throne.Â
âWell that sucks for you then, doesnât it?â Steve snapped. âBecause Iâm not going anywhere, Munson. You can mack on some dude all you like, and Iâm still going to be there to remind you youâre not evil for doing it. Or for being into nerdy shit and terrible music!â
âMy music isnât terrible!â Eddie screeched automatically.
Gareth anticipated Eddie calling out Steve on his obvious baitâseriously, that wouldnât have worked in a game even with a nat 20âbut found himself underestimating Steve's bantering skills as their ex-jock just plowed right ahead.
âIt is! Itâs just--screaming. Screaming with loud ass guitars!â
âOh my God, I am going to sit you down and make you listen to so many albums. The screaming is a core part of the range of emotions in the songs--â
âRange? Eddie there isnât any range, itâs just dudes who are angry--â
âFuck you, it is not!â Eddie was howling, both of them too into their argument to remember they were trying to be quiet to begin with.
âI bet you five dollars! Five entire dollars, that you could not find me a singular song I like out of your entire metal collection.â
âTen dollars! And the largest Pizza this shithole town has to offer!â
âDeal!â Steve shouted, chest heaving.
They breathed together for a moment, before the tension between them fizzled out, fading into something more uncertain.
Delicate, even though Gareth was fairly certain Steve had expertly maneuvered Eddie right where he wanted him.
Eddie seemed to realize it too, folding back into himself as he tugged a finger around his hair, pulling it in front of his face.
âYou really wouldn't care if I kissed a guy in front of you?â Eddie's question isn't overtly vulnerable, but Gareth knows better.
He understands the significance of this.
Of Steveâs acceptance, more than anyone else's.
The jock had become so deeply bonded to themâall of themâthat the rejection would wound Eddie in a way few could truly understand. Crack his otherwise impenetrable shield, the ricochet tearing through a substantial portion of his resilience.
âAnd I'd probably tell you to find a room, but hey, I said that to Tommy and Carol too,â Steve retorts, nudging Eddie's thigh.
Eddie rewards him with a small smile
Steve seems to know more is needed, and offers it up right alongside his heart. âIâm serious. I know I kinda butchered it but--the queer thing shouldnât be a problem to begin with. Itâs stupid that it is.â
"Steven Harrington, did I just witness personal growth?" Eddie teased, his smile widening. "What's next, admitting that college sports are ridiculous?"
âDonât be a dick,â Steve scoffed, but his own smile mirrored Eddieâs as he looked away.Â
Despite his head still partly tucked into his arm, Gareth found himself grinning.
It was a welcome relief after an otherwise horrific night.
Sensing it was now or never, Gareth made a show of untangling himself, stretching upward with a moan that startled both Eddie and Steve.
âBe careful saying that shit, Steve,â He said, jerking a thumb towards his best friend. âHeâll take it as an invitation to make out with people in front of you.â
Eddie gasped, hand flying over his heart in mock offense.
âI would never!â
âHeâs a real horndog, once he even tried to make out with a guy on stage on top of my drumset.â Gareth continued, sticking out his tongue.
He deserved the pillow thrown his way but Gareth took the hit with grace, laughing as Eddie huffed at him.
âFor the last time I wasnât making out with that guy, he was trying to punch me!â
âWith his mouth?â
âWith his head, which you damn well know."Â Eddie accused, clawing blindly for another pillow. "Gareth you are shameless, how long have you been listening in!?â
âAs much as I enjoy the calming effects of mindless screaming, I'd wager it was when you guys conveniently forgot I was in the room."
âI take it you uh, know?â Steve injected hesitantly, eyes moving between Eddie and Gareth and oh--oh, he was being protective.
'Thatâs cute.'Â Gareth thinks.
Even if heâs rolling his eyes at the very idea that he posses any kind of threat.
âDude, I clocked Eddie before he clocked me.â He said, just to take some heat from Eddie--and because it was one of the few opportunities where he could say it. âWeâve spent many a math period discussing if Sting was hotter than Axl Rose.â
If Eddie can be brave, Gareth could too.
âYou did not.â Eddie spits back, the offense mounting. âYou absolutely did not clock me first you lying liar--â
âOh.â Steve blinked, finger flicking out between them as if heâs connected two dots and feels awfully stupid about not seeing it before. âI uh, I didnât, are you guys--â
And oh, the horror that crashes into Gareth when he figured out what Steve was asking.
âNo! God no.â Gareth shuddered, delighting in the way Eddieâs jaw crashed down at the sight. âAnd if I ever consider it, I need you to take me out back and shoot me, Steve. Right between the eyes, for the greater good.â
âWow Gary, just stick a knife in my back why donât you--â
âIâm gonna be real,â Steve cut in, before they could fake-argue their way into a real fight, âI never actually thought about liking both. Guys and girls, I mean.â
He blushed, as both Gareth and Eddie turned to look at him.
âOh Stevie,â Eddie cooed, âthere are so many more options than just "liking both.â
He made air quotes with his fingers, attention immediately diverted away from murdering Gareth with whatever objects he could grab.Â
Steve gave him a side eye that was more than well deserved.
âI feel like I donât want to know.â He said flatly.
âToo late.â Gareth told him, resigned. âYou get to hear the speech now.â
âThereâs a speech?â
âSteve, it's me. Of course thereâs a speech.â Eddie tutted, resettling himself on the couch so that heâs sitting cross legged. âItâs an hour long so strap yourself in big guy, we have a lot of ground to cover!â
Crisis firmly averted, Gareth curls back up in the chair, tired smile on his face as Steve and Eddie go right back to bantering, the tension having vanished from the room.
This is a rare outcome, given their life and the world they live in, but one Garethâs incredibly thankful for.
Canât quite believe it, but then, King Steve had surprised a lot of them ever since heâd hung up his crown.
Perhaps Hellfire was a good influence on people after all.
xXx
Bonus
Back at the Byers, outside on the front porch, Hopper and Joyce were arguing over a cigarette.
(They both believe theyâre being very quiet about it, but the pillow Jonathan had jammed over his ears said otherwise.)
âRemind me to make you work on your approach with disciplining children.â Joyce was saying, as she snatched the cigarette out of Hopperâs hands.
âWhat?! I thought that went pretty well considering they broke back into the lab and almost killed themselves.â He responded, waiting until sheâd taken a deep inhale before trying to get it back.
âAnd Iâm sure taking potshots at the poorest kid in the room was a necessary part of that process. Itâs probably written down in the police handbook, even.â
âI wasnât taking potshots Joyce--â
âNo, of course not, you were just throwing random criticism and assumptions around, willy nilly and--oh, wait, thatâs the exact definition of a potshot--â
âHe deals drugs! Look me in the eyes and tell me Munson doling out weed doesnât make more sense then the lot of them chasing down some--some goo story!?â
Thereâs a weighty pause, in which one can only imagine Joyce Byers face says more words than her mouth ever could.
It was very impactful.
âI mean--okay, maybe not our kids, but the teenagers?â Hopperâs voice dives into a disbelieving kind of whine, reserved for those who are aware the point theyâre arguing may in fact, be wrong, but are desperately defending it anyway. âCome on. Drugs is the clear answer!"Â
âEven if that was what was happening, then you shouldnât be discussing it in a room full of children who have survived what those kids have, Jim. It could have been a separate conversation, given in a much calmer and less threatening tone of voice.â
âOh my God, Joyce--â
âDonât you âoh my God!â me, you asked for lessons on being a better parent and I am holding you to them!â
Thereâs a brief scuffle over the cigarette, as both seem to realize Joyce is letting it smoke out in her hand.
She does not stop talking however, even as their hands slap at each other.Â
âThat includes parenting the teenagers in this town, because in case you havenât noticed, youâre the Chief of police! So you signed up to see them all at their worst, and you get to deal with the fallout of that!â
âFine! Fine. Iâll apologize to the goddamn high school drug dealer. Is that what you want!?â
âYes!â
Another pause, this one filled with that awkward sort of tension when an argument has fizzled out, and neither party knows quite where they stand with each other yet.
âWhat voice am I supposed to use?â Hopper mused, finally winning the bid for the cigarette and jamming it into his mouth.
âAnyone except the grumbly bear voice.â
âThe grumbly bear voice?â
âYou know,â Joyce drops her own voice in a comical rendition of Hopperâs, âHow dare you kids run off! Youâll be the death of me and this town!â
She laughs, and Hopper, shockingly, laughs along with her.
âI donât sound like that.â He defends, bumping Joyce gently with his shoulder, and she in return, bumps him right back.
Both of them grinning, both of them blushing a little.
They keep talking, the cigarette eventually put aside and forgotten as they do.
Truth be told, they hadnât needed it--but the excuse was nice.
(Inside, Jonathan rolled the pillow on top of his face in a suffocation attempt, unsure of what heâd done in life to deserve all this but desperately wishing he didnât have to listen to his mother flirt.
Or worse--Hop flirting back.)
#AaJ#adopt a jock#steddie#0o0 fanfics#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#gareth emerson#pre steddie#hellfire club#joyce/hopper#Gareth: âIf I had a nickel for every time Eddie and Steve have woken me up#by yelling confessions at each other#I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.â#Jeff#thinking through an entire montage of Eddie waking people up by screaming things#c he can't regulate his volume for shit: âYou cannot be serious#we'd have at least fifteen dollars.â
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shhhhh- they're eepy
#u wouldnt wanna wake them up?? would u??#my art#creepypasta fandom#digital art#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart#fanart#jeff the killer fanart#jeffery woods#jeff the killer#ben drowned#ben drowned fanart
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no one talking about the fact damon has an ankle bracelet thing?
#is it some kind of shackle?#is it just his own personal jewelry that he likes to wear?#Damon waking up and going today i will kill people but first i have to put on a slutty little ankle bracelet that no one will even see#under my pants#jeff satur#damon#happy ending#happy ending the series
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BABE WAKE UP WARREN JUST POSTED
#mw2#cod graves#phillip graves#warren kole#babe wake up#call of duty modern warfare iii#philip graves#graves cod#yellowjackets#jeff yellowjackets
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Well⌠I did it⌠I made the Jeff x Michael au
Iâm calling it Pit Guard au, takes place post-pizza sim but pre-pizzaplex
Basic premise is Michael offers to help Jeff fix up and run the old pizzeria, and Jeff isnât about to turn down the funds and guidance. But everything comes with a price.
TW for heavy scaring
Michael design for the au, Jeff coming soon
Design and characterization explanation under cut
Michael survives the pizza sim fire unintentionally, Iâm not explaining how in detail so pick your own poison
Inherited Afton robotics, which he turned into a state-of-the-art tech company. he also manages to reacquire Fazbear entertainment, but thatâs way later.
Looks like heâs in his early thirties, is actually in his late fifties.
Almost completely healed from the whole ennard thing, but it permanently altered his body. He has dozens of scars from where the endo tore its way out of his skin.
The scar over his left eye is from Foxyâs hook, when heâd been doing maintenance on a breaker boxes and foxy caught him unawares. He practically sprinted back to the office and only finished fixing the breaker after 6am.
The one across his face is from FTfoxy knocking him out on night 3 of sister location. Made the springlock scene on night 4 much more stressful bc heâs actively bleeding and we all know you canât get springlocks wet.
As per the running joke, the scooper dumped a shit ton of remnant into his emptied out body so he wouldnât die. Which he technically didnât but heâs definitely not human anymore.
Eyes glow; hair is completely white; blood is discoloured; skin is very pale and semi translucent; had fangs; and, oh yeah, needs to consume living blood to maintain the insane amount of remnant inside of him (the remnant wonât kill him if he doesnât drink, but the sheer amount of pain heâd be in isnât worth not drinking). So yeah, Michael is basically a remnant vampire instead of a remnant zombie now.
You can probably see what the price for his help is. Cue gay hijinks.
Very flirty and mildly unhinged personality, uses humour and flirting to mask his pretty serious depression and ptsd.
Death/remnant related memory issues. He remembers major events (Evanâs death, bite of 87, Lizzyâs death, etc) but everything else before his death is hazy at best. So he doesnât actually recognize Oswaldâs dad/freddy mask bully (who Iâm calling Simon) at all. But Simon absolutely recognizes Michael and, oh boy, does it give him a heart attack to drop Oz off at Jeffâs only to run smack into his old friend who he hasnât seen since 1985.
Speaking of Oswald, he ends up seeing Michael and Jeff as weird uncles. Both are surprisingly good with kids.
Michael can relate to Ozâs situation with pit trap (with pittrap being his actual father and all) and is more than happy to comfort Oz when needed.
Is a little vain and does a lot to maintain his appearance (daily workouts, extensive hair care, 8-step skincare routine, etc), being a literal decaying zombie really fucked him up.
Is 4am, gonna go sleep now đ
#fnaf#fnaf au#into the pit#fnaf into the pit#fnaf itp#Jeff x Michael#michael afton#fnaf michael afton#fnaf michael#Utahâs most overworked undead security guard#fnaf jeff#into the pit jeff#jeff into the pit#pittrap#pit bonnie#william afton#vampire!michael au#vampire Michael Afton#kinda#au where Mike works at Jeffâs pizza#fnaf pitguard au#pitguard au#hey Jeff fans#am i cool yet#I love how Michael gets less and less human the more AUs I write#moldypizza#<- babe wake up new ship name dropped
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okay how bad would it be if i said that i'm starting to actually take travjeff seriously
#i KNOW it came from an mpreg meme in one of my gcs#i KNOW OKAY#but guys!!#he's jeff's little secret#it's horrible and toxic but they fuck so nasty!!#snorting coke off of each others bare chests#jeff staying the night but always leaving just before travis wakes up#but always leaving something behind so he has an excuse to go back#and don't even get me STARTED on them and jackie#lawd#this is the only acceptable not-trans travis i can see#travis martinez#travis yellowjackets#jeff sadecki#jeff yellowjackets#travjeff#yellowjackets#yellowjackets headcanons
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what do you call satss that consume jeffy content on an hourly basis? oversaturated.
#jeff satur#idk rambles#hah. my 1am humor is back!!!!#hehehehehhh#i can saturnly say that I am saturfied to be oversaturated#akdksksksk cackling but silently or sis will wake up just to shout at mee for ruining her sleepđđđđđ#studio on saturn#yall i feel like this is the smartest rhing ive thought of in ages so if yall wanna crosspost pls credit it thanks
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oh god yall this jeff smut has me actually turnt right now
yall ainât ready
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fuck it. Jeff Buckley brain rot summer.
#jeff buckley#a couple times a year me or my sister will wake up in a cold sweat with lover you should have come over stuck in our heads#and immediately text the other#to inflict psychic damage#woe be upon ye
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ITâS ACTUALLY REAL I CANTTT
#This is what goes through my brain everyday now#John Hutcherson whistle tribute for us Warren Kole fans#Babe wake UP#warren kole#cod graves#phillip graves#graves cod#phillip graves cod#jeff sadecki#masters of horror
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