#gareth ; interaction

[morganbritton132]

I’ve seen fics where Eddie sees Steve post-season 2, all sad and pathetic after his fall down the social ladder, and then Hellfire adopted him. They’re perfect. No notes. Ten of out ten. I will read every single one of them.

However.

It is very funny if Steve adopts the Hellfire Club as his new friend group. They have no choice in the matter.

The only good thing going on in his life right now is that Dustin has decided that he’s cool. Steve doesn’t want that to change so he’s going to have to learn a few things because he never knows what the hell Dustin is talking about.

So, “You guys know nerd shit, right?”

Hellfire blink at him.

“You do. Good,” Steve continues, pointing out the Starfleet ensigna on Grant’s jacket. He sits in Eddie’s seat like, “Have you heard of this board game called Demons and Dragons?”

They blink at him again and share looks with each other that say that this is a hell of a day for Eddie to be absent. Jeff is the only one brave enough to say, “It’s uh…it’s Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Oh,” Steve says, flipping his notebook open and writing that down. “Sweet. What else?”

Eddie comes back to school two days later still a little stuffy from his cold to find Steve “The Hair” Harrington in his seat, talking to his friends, making plans to watch Star Wars that weekend.

He’s just like, what the fuck.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Corroded Coffin: Choose Your Own Adventure

Day #26 - Tour Date | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie (If You Choose Certain Routes) | Tags: Choose Your Own Adventure, Interactive Fiction, Help Eddie Make Decisions on How to End His Night After a Gig

A choose your own adventure story featuring Eddie Munson and Corroded Coffin. After a gig, a bunch of little decisions will change the course of how the night ends for Eddie Munson. Go left? Go right? It's up to you to decide for him.

There are many different routes you can take, but no matter which one you choose, the story will be exactly 1000 words.

But - you'll have to click over to AO3 for this one. I don't think Tumblr would lend itself for setting up this kind of story, lol.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

I’m going to toss my hand in and try something new let me know if it makes sense. Also, I wasn’t sure what to tag so I tagged a little bit of everything lol.

Gareth was on book return duty. Taking a book from the over-growing pile of books, opening the back to check when it was taken out. Before going to the persons name and stamping that they returned the book.

Moving his ringed fingers up he swooped his hair off to the side a bit. Not sure if he enjoyed the middle part yet, deciding to give up on the product and just let it fall loosely down the sides of his face.

Moving he picks up the hobbit next. Tapping his fingers to the rhythm of a Black Sabbath song. While Eddie seemed to be going through a hard core Metallica phase Gareth was enjoying the stonerish vibes of early Black Sabbath. While he preferred Ozzy, Eddie enjoyed Dio more. If the Dio shirt sewn on the back his vest said anything.

Flipping the book over, a piece of paper falls out of the book. Groaning Gareth rolls his eyes as he moves bending down and picking up the face down page that had landed itself on the carpet. Kids really needed to fucking learn how to remember to pull shit out of their books before returning them because Gareth was not going to go on a witch hunt to return shit.

Glancing down he raises a eyebrow feeling rather impressed with the drawing in front of him. Looking around he was curious to see if who ever returned this book would still be here. He moves rolling back to the desk quickly as he checks who had the book last.

Will Byers.

The kid must have forgotten to pull it out, using it as a book mark. It was a pretty sick drawing of a boy. Who after a moment or staring Gareth recognizes as Mike. He snaps his fingers as he spins in a celebratory circle of knowing who it was. It was a very detailed piece of work, a little sad as he looks closer. Noticing scratch marks from where the pencil dug into the page a little to much, leaving not only scratches but little idents as well.

He carefully folds it back up, hoping that it wasn’t to weird to be carrying around a fellow hellfire club members portrait. Gareth had heard Will also played but it seemed like he was avoiding the club.

Who knows and who fucking cares.

Gareth decides to make an acception just this once. It would be a pity if this drawing was thrown away. So he uses his library access to look up the kids locker number. Abusing his powers if you will, as the stupid thing makes a soft beeping noise as it loads up. Rolling his eyes he slams the side of the computer a little before groaning loudly when he realizes he’s only made it go much slower.

Huffing to himself he begins to work on returning the other books. Forgetting about the whole thing until he went to shut the computer off. Quickly scribbling the number down and sliding that along with the drawing as he gets ready to leave. Picking up his flannel vest and sliding it over his shoulders as he picks his bag up and starts to leave. On a mission to get this drawing slid into the locker. But his plans are forgotten as Eddie stumbles in a run, nearly knocking him over in the process.

“What the fuck Eddie!” He sounds annoyed, glaring his best resting bitch face at the other who simply grins. Softening Gareth’s reaction just a smidge as he shakes his head trying to stay annoyed with the other as he begins to close the library doors. School had been let out almost a hour ago, so why was Eddie still in the school.

“I need your help, I have this friend right. And I’m trying to get him to read the hobbit. And well he has this problem. Where he can’t see the tiny words … and read at all because the words move. I heard there were talking books. Hypothetically where would I get one of those Gare bear.” His ringed hands are clamped shut, in a sign of pleading. He’s pretty sure the guy was going to drop to his knees and start begging for his help.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he pops the library key in his pocket. Forgetting about the two papers inside as he raises a eyebrow. “You mean audiobooks?” His tone is a smidge patronizing but that was just Gareths lack of self awareness when it comes to tone.

“Yes that!” Eddie snaps his finger as he moves to wrap his arm around Gareths shoulder, slowly beginning to move him around a bit. Ignoring the uncomfortable look the other has just for a second before quickly pulling back when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry Gary, wasn’t thinking.”

“Kind of hard to do that with no brain.” Gareth says in a slightly dull tone. He was exhausted and ready to go home. Curl up in a ball and watch Voltron or something that was really easy to digest because there was no working brain cell in his head right now. Something that was very typical of him after reading so many names in one sitting.

“Oh you pain me Care Bear. You pain me so.” Eddie dramatically tosses his head back before he straightens up a bit more serious. “Though where would I find these ‘audiobooks’?” He puts quotations around the name as he does a side shuffle down the hall so he could keep looking at Gareth.

“Hawkins free library, should be a small pile. If they don’t have the hobbit then you’re going to have to read it to this person.” Gareth says, grin pulling its way to his face as he watches Eddie grow flustered.

“No can’t do that, um- okay! Thank you Sir Gare’alot, you’re character shall have many rewards if this pans out.” Eddie salutes before he’s stumbling backwards and sprinting down the halls before a teacher caught him.

Gareth rolls his eyes as he leaves the school, forgetting all about the drawing until it fell out on his bedroom floor. Pinching his eyebrows together he groans as he realizes that he was going to have to return it first thing in the morning or else it was never going to be returned.

Which he does as he fiddles with his drumsticks in one hand and carry’s the folded paper with the other. Grumbling under his breath as he realizes the boy was currently at his locker. Silently pulling books from the top shelf as he gets ready for first class. Gareth should be to but this was something he had to do, his brain was refusing to let him back out.

Sliding up against the lockers he tries to muster his best Eddie impression but instead he ends up seemingly more bitchy then before. “Think you forgot this in your library return.” He says tilting his head a little as he holds the paper out between his two fingers. Watching the shy boys eyes grow wide, face blooming red as he snatches it quickly and hides it in his locker. Hands shaking and he looks like he’s about to piss himself.

Gareth realizes now that this situation could be misread, he really should start to look out for every outcome possible as he groans. Pulling his flannel out like a drug dealer with a trench-coat. Revealing the little rainbow pin that hides itself on his belt loop. Wills shoulders relax a bit as Gareth moves awkwardly patting his back.

“It’s cool man, but Mike fucking Wheeler?” He teases with a amused smile. “Way more sheep in the sea or whatever,” he grumbles a little with a soft flush to his cheeks as he stumbles over his words with the way the other looks at him.

“Freak!” A fit of laughter is heard right before Gareth is slammed into the locker. Groaning as he glared at the guy who did it. Moving to throw his drum stick at the back of the assholes head before Will stops him. Hand barley wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Not worth it man, only going to get your stick broken.” Will says gently as he lets go of his hand before stepping back a little closing his locker door. Gareth felt so embarrassed, heart racing as he wished he could meet someone new without some asshole ruining it for him.

“So, freak huh?” Will asks gently with a soft smile. “I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’m Zombie boy.” He awkwardly holds his hand out for the other to shake.

Gareth furrows his eyebrows before he decides the other wasn’t picking on him. Wrapping his hand around the other in a shake as he grins gently. “Sounds like we are from some marvel comic, freak and zombie boy.” He jokes. Watching the way the others eyes bright up with excitement.

The damn breaking as they both start to talk about everything and anything they can within ten minutes. Info dumping as much as possible.

So I set this up to where that it could be purely platonic greatwise with byler in the background or romantic greatwise with one sided byler. It’s up to interpretation (: for that, I just wanted Will to make a friend.

[barkskins]

── @richlust , jasper & gareth !

it was a quiet day in the bookstore, with only the sighs of worn pages to keep jasper company, and so he softly hummed to himself as he sorted through the new arrivals. young adult, sci-fi, western—piles towered over the slight boy, wobbling shadows cast over his features. the ding of the overhead bell startled him from his trance. an elbow nudged the leaning tower of romance, and in a moment jasper’s arms were filled with sophie kinsella and colleen hoover. “hey! sorry, one second…” the paperbacks were shrugged onto the counter with a limp plop. breathless, he attempted to fix a strand of unruly brunette which simply pinged back into its clumsy position. “are you looking for something particular today? we’ve got a little something for everybody.”

[arthurianfaggot]

Okay I'm normal now. I should make a tag for argie politics for you guys to filter methinks

[miercolaes]

@gareththegreat , i've warned you the legend is true ... now you have been cursed with this interaction .

my  body’s  a  temple  and  i  intend  on  destroying  it        —        those  were  the  exact  words  she  uttered  to  herself  before  making  the  final  decision.  engraving  a  mark  on  her  skin,  less  than  cain’s  but  just  as  powerful.  something  that  has  meaning.  it  was  only  logical  to  approach  the  only  person  she  knows  that  designs  and  inks  such  everlasting  scarification    …      gareth.        ❝  do  you  have  any  pressing  matters?  ❞        she  queried,  acknowledging  that  the  sentiments  swirling  within  were  just  bats  in  the  belfry.  wednesday  was  enthralled  by  the  notion  of  having  a  permanent  mark  on  her  skin,  as  a  way  of  remembering  and,  therefore,  commemorating  the  passing  ephemerals  in  her  life.    a  memento  mori,  to  remember  that  one  must  die  while  also  appreciating  the  wickedly  good  parts  of  her  life.    even  if  it  regarded  her  associations  with  othes.        ❝  i  wanted  to  talk  about  …  these.  ❞        a  feeble  explanation  in  conjecture  with  her  index  finger  pointed  at  gareth’s  own  set  of  tattoos.  that  should  suffice,  or  at  least  that’s  what  the  voices  inside  her  head  kept  wailing.

[skullfnged]

@gareththegreat liked for a lil mini starter!

"what did you just say to me , shrimp?" the vampire growled dangerously at the other.

[princesidonfan]

When I first started interacting with people online, I thought the rules for interacting with people via the Internet were different to the rules for interacting offline, because I (and others) can be openly queer on the Internet, and talk about things on the Internet that we cannot talk about to people we know 'in real life'. Fanfiction, fanart, geeky interests, queer stuff, social issues, activism, nerdy pursuits, and so on — all the things that people around me disliked or did not want to discuss were being discussed, freely and enthusiastically, on the Internet. It was like a different world; a freer, more honest, far more passionate, world. So the rules for social interaction must be different, too, right? I could be freer and more honest and passionate on the Internet, right?

I discovered the hard way that, unfortunately, the rules for interacting with people on the Internet are EXACTLY the same as the rules for interacting with people off the Internet. And this means that interacting with people on the Internet is every bit as finicky, exhausting, and exacting, and riddled with mysterious unwritten rules that we are all supposed to instinctively know and which people will call us bad people for not knowing, as interacting with people offline. Sometimes it's even harder because there are no body-language cues.

I don't interact much with people on the Internet anymore. Even when I reblog a post with some addition, as I am doing now, I get nervous, wondering if what I say will be misunderstood and someone will get angry with me. But in case this helps anyone else out there, here it is: I'm so sorry, but the Internet is just an extension of the offline world, and people are the same on the Internet as they are everywhere else, and you really, really, mustn't say anything to anyone online that you wouldn't say to their face, and in fact you must be more careful on the Internet than off it.

some things to remember:

if you see a popular post where two people are jokingly giving each other shit, it is both possible and extremely likely that these two people are friends messing around. if you approach a stranger with this overly familiar hostile energy, you are not being funny. you are just being rude.

remember that it is both extremely possible and highly likely that op will see everything you add to their posts, including tags. don't say things you would not say to their face.

a post urging people to not be rude to strangers is not a wink-nudge suggestion that people should actually be rude, nor is it a sign that op just needs to toughen up. asking people to be kind is not an outlandish request. if you find yourself offended or see it as an opportunity to show how funny you can be by being mean to someone you don't know, you're just an asshole.

it is much easier to say nothing than to go out of your way to be rude. blocking people is good and healthy. block whoever you want!

posts were more often than not made to express one's thoughts, feelings, experiences, etc. they are not intended to be directed at you, nor should they be taken personally

every account has a person behind it who can see and respond to your actions

if someone stating these things makes you angry, think about why that is

[tragcdyfallen]

"Shhh... it's okay..." (Gareth & Any) (@tcrturedpcet)

Perhaps she shouldn't have been here, it was too risky. Sophie watched her sons playing in the park, not too near but close enough. They still didn't remember her but one of her sons almost fell which caused an overemotional reaction from her. Trying to catch her breath, she stares at the man, "it's not going to be okay but thank you for your concern."

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Supernaut Chapter 3

Ahhhh! I’m so excited to share this chapter with everyone. Let me know what you think!

Ao3 link

Eddie walks into the gym glancing around at the crowd of students and parents waiting impatiently for the game to begin. He shook his head not fully understanding their excitement but deep down he knew he had no room to judge as in twenty minutes one of the most important sessions of his DnD career would take place. 

His excitement for DnD was almost the same, possibly even higher than all of these people’s. Even though he has bitched that basketball was a useless thing it was similar to that of DnD, just another pass time that brought people together. It was just a different group of people who all tended to be assholes to Eddie’s group of people.

Eddie does another scan of the gym, pretending that he is Wayne for a moment. It was a silly thing he did but it brought him entertainment when he was bored or impatiently waiting for something. The latter is the case here, as he couldn’t sit still and wait for the boys to join him in the designated DnD room. That was the only reason why he was peaking in this gym in the first place. 

There weren’t any alternative motives here, such as seeing if Steve Harrington was in crowds. Eddie remembered how he was with just being in the cafeteria for lunch. This was an entirely bigger setting. 

There were so many people here, and Eddie couldn’t even fathom why so many people would show up to watch a stupid sport. Did Eddie ever mention he was a hypocrite? It was worse than that, he was a self-aware hypocrite. 

When Eddie can’t seem to find Steve in the hysteric masses he relaxes. He didn’t care for the guy but Eddie still didn’t want Steve to be left alone in discomfort for something he enjoyed. It was no secret that Steve was an official member of the basketball cult. 

That is why Eddie brought a backup plan to help Steve leave if he needed to. He didn’t just come here to see how many people showed up, he did have alternative motives and he doesn’t know how this, in any way, could benefit him. Thankfully though he didn’t have to execute this entire scenario he had created in his head and instead he could relax and check to see what assholes made it to the basketball team this year.

Eddie isn’t shocked to see Tommy Hagen sitting with Billy Hargrove on the home team's bench. He’s always known that guy was some variant of a Leech. Eddie keeps going down the line of boys, remembering the names just in case he or the boys ever had a conflict with one of them. But what shocks Eddie is the last boy on the bench, who purposely sat a few inches away from Jason Carver who was fucking around with another team member instead of paying attention to their coach.

Steve was in every meaning, the ugly duckling of the group. His face was still pretty dinged up, and from the looks of it, he may have gotten himself in another fight. His lip had a newer cut that hadn’t been there the week prior.

Eddie never gets angry. He gets agitated from time to time, which is normally the result of being overstimulated, but he never gets outright pissed. Right now, he was ashamed to admit it, he was pissed off because a stupid jock didn’t listen to him. He shouldn’t be surprised that Steve wouldn’t have listened, he should have expected it. But for some reason, the other boy's stupidity pushed the right button and now here Eddie Munson stands feeling like a fool.

Eddie grinds his teeth together and crosses his arms across his hellfire shirt. He holds himself back from storming across the basketball court to grab Steve Harrington’s ear and pull him off that bench. He knows that's what Wayne would have done to him if he was in Steve’s shoes.

Even though Harrington looked pretty dinged up, he looked better than he had weeks before. He had actual color now and his hands were no longer shaking as bad. With all these observations, Eddie still didn’t think the other should be playing. Medically speaking the other was probably one concussion from being a soggy vegetable.

Eddie has no clue how Harrington convinced the coach to allow him on the bench in the first place. Other boys had been rejected or even kicked off the team for much less.

Daddy’s money, maybe? 

Eddie can’t help but go there. That was the only possible way anyone could be kept on the team, and it was no secret the Harringtons funded a decent amount of money for the school.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, jaw clenched shut as he turns on his heel. This has no reason to affect him this much. It was just another stupid jock. 

As Eddie storms out of the gym, he pushes past a younger boy with curlier hair than his. The kid had a Hawkins high hat on, to support the team Eddie figured, and reeked of hairspray. 

“Watch it asshole!” The kid sasses loudly, catching his balance quickly before rolling his eyes and joining the crowd inside the gym.

Eddie would have apologized but he was so pissed off with Steve Harrington, a boy he barely even knew and shouldn’t even care about, to be more aware of how assholey he was being to bystanders.

******

The ticket booth was tiny, and from what Eddie could gather from the few times he’d snuck behind it to hang out with Gareth, it was also very cramped. 

A smaller popcorn machine in the corner of the booth was mostly for show, the smell of the fresh popcorn was used to get people to buy some from the snack bar. It was a sneaky capitalist trick but it worked and also meant that Gareth was forced to keep fresh popcorn in it at all times. That benefited Eddie more than it did Gareth.

Eddie leans across the limited counter space with a huge smirk when he catches Gareth sitting on a stool in the back corner, calmly reading an old issue of X-Men. He was probably trying to avoid customer service by hiding, even though his job was to serve the people. 

“Gare bear!” Eddie is close to yelling, laughing even louder when he watches his friend jump and nearly tip the stool over. 

When Gareth finally regains balance he’s quick to scrunch his nose up and glare at Eddie. It was his signature look. 

“Eddie, how many times have I told you. Don’t fucking do that.” He grumbles, standing up and carefully setting the comic down on the counter as he moves to the window that Eddie is half in and half out of.

Summer had just begun and the two had already started a routine. Has Eddie ever mentioned that Gareth loves routine more than he loves DnD? Well, who is Eddie but a people pleaser, if anything he was thinking of his friend by coming to the theater every weekend shift Gareth worked.

When Eddie was bored, or most of the time, sulking about not graduating again he would come to visit his good friend Gareth. Who would normally hold back a ticket or two to every showing just in case. 

Well, that was what Gareth told Eddie but they both knew they were the tickets the theater gave Gareth for just working there. Gareth preferred reading alone over being crowded in a theater, this meant his tickets normally went to waste if Eddie didn’t use them.

“So what’s on tonight handsome?” Eddie asks, moving his right hand to prop up his chin. He purposely bats his eyes suggestively, even sending a wink for good measure trying to get a reaction. It works as Gareth flicks his in the forehead when he moves to grab an “extra” ticket. 

“Ew, don’t do that,” Gareth whines as he crouches out of view before popping back up with a handful of tickets. He begins to sort through them slowly and says the movie names as he does. 

“They have reruns for Rambo, The Goonies, and a couple of other movies you’ve already seen and yesterday we just started showing Back to the Future.” Gareth lists off sounding just as bored as he looked. 

While Eddie begins to think about what he wants to watch Gareth adds, “You do know at some point you are going to have to buy your own tickets right?” There’s no venom in his tone as they both knew he wasn’t serious. Eddie’s likely to keep using his tickets until he stops working there. 

Eddie dramatically gasps, clutching at his chest as he stumbles back a bit. “Oh, the horror. How shall I live knowing I’ll be just another cog in the capitalist machine once again. I-“ 

“Ok, shut up, Jesus H. Christ. You’re more paranoid and dramatic than my grandfather when it comes to that shit.” Gareth rolls his eyes. But there was still a tiny smirk on his face. 

Before Eddie can conclude what he wants to watch, Gareth throws one of the tickets at him. It floats close to Eddie’s face before it begins to fall, he is quick to move his body awkwardly to catch the paper before it touches the ground.

“Careful with that thing, you could kill someone with a papercut you know?” Eddie jokes as he begins to wag his finger at Gareth like he is a nagging Mother. He even adds a few ‘Tsk Tsks’ for good measure.

“Hurry it up Munson, the movie’s about to start.” Gareth rolled his eyes but still kept a soft smile as he began to sweep up the popcorn from the floor. For a certified “Oscar the grouch”, Eddie sure did see Gareth smiling a lot.

“Oh, almost forgot. Can I have a large bucket of popcorn, and lay it thick with the butter.” Eddie quickly throws himself back on the counter as if someone is trying to steal his spot in line. There wasn’t. He just enjoyed being dramatic.

Gareth huffs as Eddie pretends to trade him cash for the popcorn. He had to keep up the image he was a paying customer after all. 

 “That's the money I owe you for covering my ass last week.” He hums gently, speaking softer so Gareth doesn’t get in trouble.

Gareth shrugs and pockets the money not too concerned about it before pulling out one of the buckets he snuck over from the snack bar. Scooping out as much as he can into the bucket and soaking it in butter, he than hands it to Eddie who playfully salutes him as a thank you. 

Gareth holds back a laugh when he watches Eddie nearly poke his eye out with one of his rings and walk backwards towards the movies acting as if nothing was wrong with his eye. 

“You are a saint, my good fellow, god bless you, I don’t know how I shall ever repay you.” Eddie sniffles playfully, talking in a horrendous old-fashioned voice. When he receives the finger for that he is quick to laugh and speed off to theater 17. To watch ‘Back to the Future’, the movie Gareth had decided he should watch when he threw a random ticket at him.

Eddie hums as he holds his popcorn and practically skips down the aisle to find a seat. All of which were packed. Which was expected as the movie was released the day before. 

As Eddie walks in the dark he squints his eyes trying to find an empty seat for him to go to. He’s afraid there aren’t any seats left until he finally catches sight of three in the first row. Grinning obnoxiously Eddie is quick to do a celebratory fist pump without dropping his popcorn before he races to the available seats.

When the opportunity ever came up Eddie enjoyed sitting in the middle of three open seats. Why? Well, he enjoyed making new couples uncomfortable by sitting next to him instead of each other. It was a huge dick move but it brought entertainment to Eddie’s movie experience. Though Eddie wasn’t a monster, he always moved to the side in a heartbeat if it was an older couple.

So like any other time, he purposely sits in the middle. One vacant seat on the left to him was right next to one of the theater aisles and then an empty seat to his right that was next to an older man.

The downside of sitting in the front row was being forced to cram your neck backward so you could watch the movie. It was an intentional design flaw so that the theater could fit as many people in the room as possible because more money equals more profit. The only benefit about sitting in the front row was not having your legs cramped behind someone else's chair, and Eddie’s gonna take advantage of that. 

He carefully leaned into his seat and stretched his legs out in the aisle as he began to eat his popcorn. He watches the opening credits and is immediately swept into the plot of ‘Back to the Future’. Eddie is so invested in the movie that he doesn’t hear the loud commotion behind him. Not until it was right next to him and about to sit down. 

An elbow comes flying from the right of him and almost knocks his popcorn all over his lap and the floor.

“Hey!” Eddie yelps, moving forward fast enough to catch the cardboard from hitting the ground or spilling.

“Shhh!” Nearly every person in their section hisses out including the girl who just sat next to him, and was the reason why Eddie made any noise in the first place.

When Eddie is sure he isn’t going to lose any popcorn he turns his head to the right to glare at the culprit who nearly took his beloved away from him. He raises his eyebrow when he watches the girl begin to giggle mindlessly at the screen, nothing funny is happening yet. 

Her body reminds him of a rag doll as she flops back in the chair without a care in the world. Her body was angled closer to him than the gentleman to her right which is probably why she nearly took Eddie’s popcorn out.

After observing her longer, Eddie concludes that this girl is high as a kite. He scrunches his nose and doesn’t question it and turns to return back to watching the movie again, just a little annoyed he missed something.

Before he can be consumed in the movie he hears stumbling coming from the left of him. He can barely pull his eyes from the screen but when he does he nearly watches this random guy, who was also in a sailor fit, fall on his face. 

Fuck. 

There were now two of them. Did drunk sailors travel in packs or something? This was strange, it wasn’t often you saw anyone in Hawkins visibly fucked up on drugs and from how this other sailor was moving Eddie was pretty confident he was suffering the same “Ocean sickness” his companion was. Eddie tosses a handful of popcorn in his mouth, deciding that whatever is happening right now is more interesting than the movie. 

It doesn’t take long for the girl to catch sight of what Eddie assumes is her coworker. He hears her gasp loudly and he is quick to turn his head to see that she is no longer slouching in her chair but is now leaning forward, nearly folded in half to be able to see her co-sailor better. 

“Oh my god Stevie!” The girl next to him hisses gently, her mouth full of what seems to be popcorn. Eddie quickly looked down at his bucket and noticed it was now much lower than it had been a moment ago, and the girl's fists were full of popcorn now. If he hadn’t gotten it for free he probably would more annoyed.

The girl jumps out of her seat quickly, dropping the popcorn she’s holding back into Eddie’s bucket, before rushing to Stevie. Her feet stumble over each other as she does and Eddie is even more shocked that she doesn’t fall over herself. She nearly takes her and this Stevie guy down when she finally trips over a loose shoelace and topples forward barely catching her balance on the guy's shoulders. It was as if she was learning to walk for the first time.

Eddie glances around the room only to see that everyone else is focused on watching the movie. It didn’t seem like there was another responsible adult here for the two of them to be on trip duty. 

Great, that means Eddie was just promoted.

Eddie squints, trying to see what this mysterious Stevie looks like from the screen light. With no luck Robin, Eddie finally caught sight of her name tag, and Stevie was in front of him. He couldn’t make out Robin’s friend's face but he could see the side of Robin's face and she was squinting at him as if she was trying to make his head explode. It was amusing to watch.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be an ass but do you mind moving over a seat?” Robin asks in a hushed whisper, her voice shaking slightly as she strains to hold her friend up. Eddie feels bad for her.

 “I like, might throw up if I don’t find a way to surgically connect myself to Stevie so I don’t lose him again. He’s like a lost pathetic puppy, dude.” Robin rambles out, the dude part targeted specifically at Stevie when he nearly topples backward to avoid a bug from flying in his face. He quickly straightens himself out and shifts more of his weight onto Robin when he moves closer to her to speak in a hushed whisper. Eddie has yet to see his face.

“Robbie, it's okay. I can sit on the edge of the aisle.” The man’s voice sounds hoarse like he’s exhausted and in pain and from the way he was leaning on Robin, Eddie was starting to believe he was injured.

Robin turns her head, no longer glaring at Eddie but instead at Stevie. Eddie couldn’t make out her face anymore but from how fidgety Stevie became he's sure she had a scary look on her face. Without Robin even saying a word Stevie begins to stumble over himself.

“Or… or you can sit in my lap?” The poor guy squeaks out.

 That was also the wrong answer for Robin. 

“I can sit in yours?” The guy sounds confused and Eddie can’t help but let out a soft snort at how ridiculous he sounded. Robin doesn’t stop glaring at him.

 “I- uh. I’m running out of options here Rob? Uh- um - I’ll sit in his lap so he doesn’t have to move and I can still sit next to you!” The guy says excitedly as if he just found the cure to some rare disease. This guy must be on some heavy fucking shit if he was willing to sit in another man's lap in public. 

Eddie’s face grows hot as he quickly moves to stand, no longer willing to do what he normally does to couples. Before he is fully stood he watches in real-time as the two dumbasses in front of him decide that the only solution to their problem is having Stevie sit in his lap.

“Yeah, that should work!” Robin whispers back excitedly. 

“Wait, hold on.” Eddie jumps up before they can execute their plan. He didn’t want to be hatecrimed today thank you very much, and if he let this plan be executed he thinks the older man who was now watching them to their right would be first in line to do so.

“I’ll just move, Jesus Christ.” He grumbles. Moving to sit on the edge of the aisle, if he was being forced to move he didn’t want to be between two people.

The two geniuses giggle to themselves before Robin sits back in her spot and Stevie takes Eddie. From where Eddie was sitting now, he could now make out the side of the guy's face, and holy fucking shit. 

With how bad his face looks, Eddie can barely recognize Steve Harrington sitting next to him. There is active blood oozing down the guy's face and here he was sitting next to Eddie in a movie theater acting as if nothing was wrong. He should be getting medical help, not just sitting here watching Back to the Future stoned off his ass. This only convinced Eddie more that this guy was dumber than he let on.

Eddie can’t help himself, even though he had told himself that he was never going to help a jock again, he leans in close to Steve. Steve barely even notices, but Eddie can feel his face heating up from his breath bouncing off the other's skin. 

“Hey, Harrington. You sure you should be here and not at like… the hospital or something?” Eddie asks. He tilts his head to the side and a few inches closer to the other so that the other can hear his whispering. He remembers that the other did have some hearing problems.

Steve takes a moment to react, turning his head in a daze and looking down at Eddie with the glossiest eyes he’s ever seen. 

“Jesus man, what the fuck did you take. Your pupils are bigger than the moon man.” Eddie no longer thinks Steve and Robin used weed to get this fucked up. 

Steve pinches his eyebrows together confused, as if Eddie’s words were hitting him at a two-minute delay. After a moment his face changes to recognition when he realizes who he is talking to. His eyes light up a bit and he’s smiling just as dopey as he looks. 

“Hey! I barely recognized you, Munson,” Steve isn’t aware of the volume as he speaks, he just begins to talk a bit too loud as Eddie catches Robin eating his popcorn again. But he didn’t stop her, he was too focused on the man next to him.

“How are you?” Steve asks in a tone that doesn’t sound like it should be coming from King Steve. It was way too nice.

Eddie snorts at the other, “Could be better, I kind of wish I was on whatever you are on right now. Shocked you can even see man” Eddie laughs gently. Not moving from how close he was to the other. 

“Though, seriously dude? Thought I told you to be careful of your head.” He feels like a mother hen scolding the other but he can’t help it. He felt like he was looking after one of his lost sheep instead of an asshole jock. 

“No, you don't.” Steve’s face grows serious. The goofy tone that was once there between the two of them shifts into something more serious. Eddie can’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable with how fast the tone shifts. 

“It's god awful dude, I can’t keep any thoughts of mine to myself, the lights hurt my head, I feel like I’m going to throw up, my chest feels weird and I can’t stop laughing at everything even though everything hurts.” Steve rambles out. “And there is like, a shit ton of Russian soldiers after me and Robin right now.” 

Eddie furrows his eyebrows growing even more concerned. Now Eddie was no expert but from experience, he was pretty sure the other was having a bad trip while Robin was having the time of her life with his popcorn. Unless she was also putting a facade up.

“And, I was,” Steve whines out gently. “I did everything you told me to, took meds, slept a lot, cleaned my face every night, and avoided hitting my head the best I could.” The guy looks like he is close to tears as he talks. His chest was starting to heave up and down and Eddie is slowly growing more concerned that he was going to have to drag this huge ass jock out of the movie theater. He needed to defuse this boy before he exploded.

“Hey, big boy. It's alright, I was just teasing you.” Eddie whispers trying to comfort him but also holds back a remark about how the other also didn’t listen to him by playing basketball last season. But he’s pretty sure that would only make the entire situation worse. 

Steve still looks out of it as he glances around a bit, wincing when he looks at the TV screen. He’s about to say something else but before they can Robin is hopping up and dropping the popcorn all over the floor. Her hand is over her mouth and she looks seconds away from throwing up. 

“Too much butter, gonna throw up.” She mumbles into her hand. Even though Eddie is the sober one Steve is quicker to react. He’s already standing up with an arm gently wrapped around Robin's waist and leading her out of the theater.

This leads Eddie to a moral dilemma. Does he stay here and mind his own business? Or does he chase after the two dumbasses and help them through their trip? 

After a moment the knight in shining army side of him wins and he’s quick to run out as well. When he makes it out of the theater exit he finds the two sailors almost immediately. They were hard to miss in their obnoxiously blue uniforms.

It doesn’t take long for Eddie to catch up to them. When he is in reaching distance he gently lays his arm around Robin as well, in hopes of helping Steve carry her weight to the bathroom. Looking over Robin’s shoulder Eddie catches Steve mouthing out a soft thank you before they both begin to pay attention to where they are going, the girl's bathroom only fifteen feet away from them. When they get closer it doesn’t take long for Robin to quickly sprint into the bathroom and for loud puking noises to follow behind her.

Eddie scrunches his nose up, hating the sound of vomit. He then takes the moment to turn and take a better look at Steve, who somehow looks a lot worse than he had months before. He was slightly pale and he was doing that thing again where he stares a hole into his feet. When Steve begins to sway a bit Eddie is quick to wrap an arm around his waist and lead him to the bench that was just right outside the bathroom.

“Hey, you alright sailor? You look like shit,” Eddie comments. 

Steve snorts, about to say something else but once again Robin is interrupting him. “Stevie!” Robins's voice cracks as she yells, and she sounds like she is close to hyperventilating. 

Steve doesn’t even waste a second, he is quick to stand at the entrance of the bathroom before Eddie can even blink. 

“Yeah Robbie?” his tone is much different compared to how he talks to Eddie. Eddie isn’t sure he has ever heard King Steve talk like that to anyone before, and for a second he wonders if the two were dating. 

“Need you,” Robin whines out. 

“I can’t come in Robby, it’s the girl's bathroom.” 

“So, it's not like you don’t use enough Farrah faucet to not have some form of girl pass.” Robin sniffles out. 

Steve’s face goes red as he groans, “Hey, that was supposed to be a secret Rob.” But he doesn’t sound upset, if anything he sounds amused. That seemed out of character for Steve. This whole happy look on him didn’t look right. Where was the pathetic little Sheep Eddie had met months earlier?

Eddie holds back a soft laugh before Steve turns sending a playful salute. “I’ll be back.” He says in the worst impersonation of the Terminator Eddie has ever heard. Steve walks into the bathroom for maybe a second before he is poking his head out again. 

“If you even think about releasing the information you just heard I will... I don’t know but I will do something.” Steve glares, obviously joking. Eddie can’t help but think what a dork.

The longer Eddie was near the king the worse his whiplash was becoming. One second the guy was acting like he was going to throw up and pass out and the next it was like he was completely fine and taking care of Robin.

Eddie stays outside the bathroom, figuring that it would be a little too odd for two men to be helping a woman out in the girl's bathroom. Instead, he could be out here and warning people from going in. Telling them that his friend was sick and they might catch it if they went in.

He stays on the bench and waits. Lost in his thoughts, once again planning a scene for his next campaign. When he hears a voice over the speaker saying the mall was closing early he realizes that the two toddlers have been in the bathroom for nearly thirty minutes now and there is no longer any noise coming from the bathroom. That was odd, but Eddie was starting to think there was nothing normal about the Scoop troop.

“Hey, you guys alright?” He yells from where he sits, figuring they could probably hear him from inside.

Crickets. 

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie was slowly beginning to panic. What if they OD’d in there? “Robin?” 

Silence.

Eddie finally stands up to just peek in the bathroom when a woman steps out of the door nearly hitting him in the face with the door. A panicked look comes across her face and he jumps back quickly before she can come up with any sick conclusions.

“Sorry, I uh... Was there anyone in there? My friend was helping his sick girlfriend out.” Eddie rambles out nervously. “And I’ve been waiting out here for nearly an hour.”

The woman pinches her eyebrows like she didn’t believe him and moves back into the bathroom before returning outside again. “Nope. No one is in there. They probably went out the other entrance.” the woman says before pushing past Eddie awkwardly. 

And fuck. Eddie just lost two drugged-up toddlers in the middle of the mall, which was about to close any minute now.

He begins to race down the hallways, this probably would be the only time anyone would catch him running ever. He quickly turns a corner and nearly tackles a security guard who happened to be coming that way anyway. 

“Fuck!” Eddie curses out before he begins to quickly apologize. 

“Sir the mall is closing,” The guard had a strong Russian accent and Eddie was quick to wonder if this was who Steve was talking about earlier.

“I know, I know. But I can’t find my friends and…” Eddie rambles out.

“You're  the only one left in the building, they probably ditched you now leave before I kick you out myself.”  No wonder Steve had been scared, Eddie was close to pissing himself just from this interaction alone. 

“Oh, ok. Yeah, uh thanks? If you find a man and a woman still running around can you let them know to call Eddie?” he asks as he starts to walk towards the exit, the guard not leaving him much room to go on a detour. 

“yeah, yeah, yeah, now get going.” The guy speaks monotony before shutting the door behind Eddie when he finally leaves. 

Eddie shakes his head worried before he goes to his van and heads home. That was the last time he saw the mall fully standing before it burnt down an hour later.

[steveha1rrington]

@gareththegreat liked for a starter!

"how old do you think I am?"

[tomxellisx]

Tom nodded his head a little bit. "That is so true." He stated. "So we are on the same page about that." Honestly he was glad that his friend and him were on the same page about a lot of things it seemed. "Yeah, you probably should, I probably shouldn't be keeping you." He stated with a small smile. "I'll leave you be, feel free to text me or call me anytime."

Gareth nodded. "Trying is better than not trying at all." He said. "That is what I would say to someone if they were saying they couldn't do something." He nodded. "It really is." Gareth looked at Tom as he asked him this. "Not yet. I really should though." He said. Gareth was surprisingly shy for someone who did the job he did.

[morganbritton132]

AU where Eddie is supplementing his music aspirations with a job at the grocery store and he’s crushing hard on a customer that comes through his line with increasingly weird grocery combos.

Gareth thinks he’s doing it on purpose as some kind of joke. Jeff thinks that Eddie should just ask the guy out. Grant, Eddie’s usual bagger, disagrees, “Uh, last week, Hot Guy bought thirteen pounds of raw meet and rope. We sure he’s not a serial killer?”

This sets up an argument crowded around Eddie’s register that’s usually reserved for the break room. His friends weigh the pros and cons of dating a crazy person while Eddie watches Hot Guy realize that his line is busy and walk to another register.

He’s has nothing but a pack of nails, hairspray, and a tomato in his basket.

Eddie mourns his bi-weekly interaction.

While Eddie is living it up in a workplace romcom, Steve is fighting for his life with a group of pre-teens determined to get themselves killed saving the world.

[miercolaes]

is that all this is? a ploy? a game? is that what i am to you?

it's everything and nothing all at once. wednesday never wished upon a falling star for @gareththegreat to walk inside the music room that unfortunate day, a while ago. but he did walked inside her life nonetheless and there was nothing either of them could do to change the past. not that looking at the present was pleasant by any means ; the more she opened up, the more she realized she got caught in a web of something beyond what she's usually accustomed to.

on the outside she portrayed no visible emotion. it's safer this way, no one can truly harm her. woeful gaze stuck upon his countenance as he asked all those questions. a knot forms inside her throat, leaving her unable to spat a quick response. and it surely made the breathing process much harder than it should've been.

❝ what did you expect to be? ❞ a knight in shining armor? wednesday hasn't been a fan of those knights ever since she learned they used to slay dragons. not to mention chivalry died the moment it became a tool in order to swoon women and nothing more. although when wednesday looks at gareth, she doesn't see a knight, but a bard. their dungeons and dragons games forever stuck in the back of her mind. for a moment there, gareth the great was more than a mere knight could ever be.

arms fold against her chest as she ponders of what exactly did he meant by that ; unfortunately wednesday herself lost track of the amount of times she used someone to achieve her own goals. as gaze reverts from gareth to look into the void for answers, she finds herself cornered. emotions weren't her strong suit and yet there she was, engulfed by sentiments she had yet to acknowledge and verbalize in her lifetime.

❝ take a look around. nothing is as it seems. not even the people you surround yourself with. ❞ gaze reverts back to him, just as wednesday gathers enough reasons to counterattack in a similar manner ; at least from her morbid perspective, that is. ❝ not even you. you must have had your own selfish reasons for approaching me on more than one occassion. it seems quite hypocritical, don't you agree? ❞

[bridelyfngs]

@gareththegreat sent in - ❛ what are you listening to? ❜

"i am... not sure." the vampire bride tilted her head to the side - tilting the cassette player back and forth between her hands. "what is this thing , angry one?"

[robbie-amellhq]

Yeah that would get expensive since you live here now. Are you worried about the driving test itself? I know it can be a bit overwhelming.

I mean, if I am in the US, I usually walk or if its too far to walk, I get a taxi. So I know what you mean. Can't really do that now I live here.