#siren!eddie❤️

[parkermunson]

read part 4 and now have the overwhelming need to make siren!Eddie a little friendship bracelet or something. i just know he'd treasure it forever :,)) siren!Eddie is the best boy, thank u for blessing us with him

Wait I love this idea! If the bracelet has pretty colors, he'll love it so much!!! And it'll bring him so much joy when he looks at his wrists to see it gleaming in the sunlight! If you put beads that mean something to you, he'll cherish it with his entire life!

And he'll move mountains (underwater) if it breaks. He'll hand it back to you so hesitantly, worried you'll be upset. But he desperately wants it fixed, and his webbed and clawed hands would only make it worse. So he leaves the bracelet with you in hopes it'll come back soon better.

And when he gets it back!!!! He'll be so distracted with looking at it!!!!

Anywayyyy, thank you for loving him 💙🐚💙🧜‍♂️💙🌊💙

[bettyfrommars]

Obsessed with dark! Siren Eddie. Just wanna bring that sea monster home and love him up 🥺

how are you in my head 🥹

I've been thinking about dark Siren Eddie so often lately, he calls to me. I've been brainstorming different scenarios for what his experience will be on land, how long his stay will be, and can their relationship sustain? How would that work? He hates every other human and usually eats them, so the day-to-day life would be interesting. I sure am a sucker for impossible romance and star-crossed lovers though, so I look forward to beating my head against that wall.

Thank you for dropping in, anon!

[forever-rogue]

personally i’d like to see some softness with eddie… some tenderness.. some affection… something touchy and intimate yknow. not necessarily smut but if it takes you there not opposed to that either 🙏🏻 something tactile and sensory focused. maybe a lazy day in… or kissing in his van because you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other for the ride home ❤️

AN | Just some soft, sweet fluff with Eddie🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The rain was beating steadily along the roof of his van as he sat in the parking lot waiting, and waiting, and…waiting.

The boy leaned back in his seat as he watched the raindrops hit the windshield and slide down as if they were racing each other. His favorites were the ones that end up being swallowed by even bigger drops. A yawn escaped his lips and he felt himself being pulled further and further into the siren call of slumber.

He was here early, but he didn't mind waiting. He never did - not for you. He'd finished work and you were almost done with your last class of the day. You insisted you could take the bus to and from the college campus, but he wasn't about to make his girl do that. Not while he was alive and breathing. You called him ridiculous, he insisted he was a romantic. 

He rolled the window down just a crack for a welcome breeze of the fresh, rainy air. It freshened the otherwise stale air in the van and caused him to inhale deeply to fill his lungs. He breathed out slowly, closing his eyes as he listened to all the sounds around him. He was a musician through and through, always listening and observing the steady rhythm of life. 

At some point, he drifted off and he couldn’t remember if he’d been asleep for five minutes or half an hour. He heard the sounds of others around him, talking and laughing as they left campus. Everyone was ready for the weekend, even the air had a different charge around it. 

Just as he opened his big brown eyes, he found you bouncing up to the van, a carefree look on your face. His plush lips tugged down in a small frown for just a moment when he realized you weren’t wearing your jacket (you’d forgotten it at home) nor using an umbrella (you’d lost yours last winter and never replaced it). But the frown quickly evaporated when he realized just how happy you were. Everything within himself softened and butterflies exploded in his belly when he remembered that look was just for him. You loved him. 

He was unable to stop himself from opening the door and jumping out of the van to meet you. Almost skidding to a stop in front of you, he wasted no time in taking your face in his large hands and kissing you delicately. It wouldn’t have been a better moment even if it was written into one of the cheesy romantic comedies you liked so much. He liked them too, even if he was more reluctant to admit that.

“Eddie,” an ethereal smile and bright eyes met his as you looked at him with reverence, “you’re going to get wet!” 

Your voice sounded even more soft over the sound of the rain, “too late for that.”

“Silly boy,” you shook your head, all affection and awe before taking his hand and leading him back to the van, “c’mon!”

The two of you quickly threw open the doors and hopped inside, shutting out the blowing breeze. You looked over at him, laughing lightly when you noticed how wild his curls were from the rain and wind. His cheeks were pink and he looked at himself in the mirror, huffing as he tried to smooth the unruly locks. Reaching over and taking his hand, you stopped him, shaking your head. 

A comfortable silence fell over the two as he turned on the van and set the heater to your preferred setting. He felt your eyes watching his every move intently, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” a whispered promise, “jus’ like watching you is all. You’re so handsome.”

“Stop,” the pink flush turned darker, a crimson that brought out his freckles and made him that much more precious, “you’re teasin’ me.”

“I am not,” you insisted firmly, “I would never lie to you, my love….”

“But…”

“However,” you grinned at him, finding it amusing that it was always so easy for him to read you, “I was wondering if you’d do me a favor.”

“When is the last time I’ve said no to you?” he raised an eyebrow, the answer to his question already so obvious to both of you. You shrugged innocently, sweetness all over your face - never, “exactly. What can I do for you?”

“Can we go to our spot?” your voice dropped to a whisper, almost as if you were exchanging some sort of secret - you supposed in some ways you were. No one besides your souls knew the location of your spot. Tingles traveled up Eddie’s spine as memories of the last time you’d gone there took over. You’d laid in the back of his van, wrapped in warm fluffy blankets and each other and had made love. It had been a perfect afternoon. When he first remained silent, you grew worried, “we don’t have to…it was just an idea. I-”

“It’s a perfect idea,” he leaned over so he was in your space and kissed you softly. You found yourself leaning into him as well, searching for the sweet taste of his honeyed lips. All lovely and warm and delicious and all yours, “let’s go.”

“Yay!” the smile on your face was enough to make him do anything. He would have gone to the ends of the earth for you, but you would have done the same for him. He knew that as well, “you’re the best.”

“That’s you, sweetheart,” a gentle brush of knuckles across your cheek, “that’s you.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The spot in question was one you’d discovered entirely by accident on a walk with Eddie ages ago. You were sure you had gotten lost, but Eddie promised it was just another adventure. He hadn’t been wrong - you’d come across a clearing that had been, for all intent and purposes, had been abandoned and untouched by human hands for some time. Wildflowers bloomed and blossomed everywhere, bees and birds and other creatures had made it home. 

You enjoyed going to the secluded spot for some peace and tranquility and tried your best to leave things as untouched as possible. You wanted to be welcome there, but didn’t want to overstay your welcome. 

Eddie puttered the van to the edge of the clearing, getting close but not to encroaching. Bursting out of the passenger door, you held out your arms and embraced the spring drizzle. He shook his head in amusement as he went to the back of the van and pulled the doors open, making quick work of spreading out the blankets and pillows. 

“Come on, crazy girl,” he held out his hand to you, wiggling his fingers to beckon you to him. You eagerly obliged and bounced over, using his hand as leverage to climb into the back, “there we go. Better?”

“Perfect,” you immediately snuggled up into your favorite pillow - the one that always managed to smell like him -  and motioned for him to join, “couldn’t think of anything better. Except…you joining me.”

“I’m coming,” he playfully huffed before jumping in and getting comfortable next to you. He huddled up his body as close to yours as humanly possible, turning so he could face you. He put his arm over your middle, fingers lazily tracing shapes into your back. A contented sigh escaped your pillows as you studied the honey boy lying next to you, “what’cha thinking about?”

“There are almost no thoughts in this head,” you huffed in amusement and Eddie grinned - it really had been a long week - and you were glad to share this moment with Eddie, “but the few thoughts I do have are all about you. About how much I enjoy this, just being in the moment here with you.”

“I like this too,” he whispered, gentle words as they ghosted over your skin, “just being with you.”

You made a small sound of agreement as you tried - and failed - to stifle a soft yawn. The sound of the rain falling outside was soothing and comforting along with the fresh smell it set off. Eddie’s eyes were closely watching, making you feel both shy and confident at the same time. He brought his hand to your face, his calloused fingertips contrasting with your smooth skin. He mapped out every bit of your features, from your slightly chapped lips to the tip of your nose, along the curve of your jaw, and along your cheekbones. Committing each bit to memory, savoring this quiet moment. 

Your eyes fluttered close and he peppered kisses all over your face. His touch was gentle, reverent even, serving to make your heart full to bursting. A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt him trail kisses down your neck. You arched into his touch, his lips forming a small against your skin. 

“Eddie,” his name was a breathy whisper and he hummed against your skin. There was something special about the way he took his time to learn you. He’d studied you probably hundreds of times by now, but every time was different. He learned something new each time. You felt his teeth graze ever so lightly over the tender skin, leaving just enough of  a mark to be noticeable if one was looking, but not enough to be crude. 

“You’re so soft,” you weren’t sure if he intended for you to hear him, “so perfect and soft.”

Unable to control yourself, you opened your eyes and put a finger under his chin to turn his face up to yours, “so are you.” 

“Yeah?” a spark of curiosity was in his eyes as they searched yours. 

“Yeah,” a soft whisper of a promise as you took the opportunity to kiss him. His breathing hitched as he let you take control, as you mapped out all of his freckles and marks with the featherlight touch of your lips, “I love you.”

The boy stiffened for a moment, heart beating wildly in his chest, and a hundred thoughts all at once entering his mind. The two of you had excited so three words, sacred and reserved for just the right time, and never thrown around lightly. 

He felt like putty in your touch, completely yours and at your mercy. Luckily you had a kind heart and were always giving, giving, and giving. You never made him feel anything but loved and wanted. Including now - the way you were looking at him made it appear as though you were looking at the best thing in the universe. To you, you were. 

You leaned in so your nose brushed against his, mouths hesitant but exchanging sweet breaths. When you couldn’t take it anymore, needing to feel him and touch him, your lips met his. You’d kissed him so often by now that it didn’t even take any thought, it was all so natural. A dance you’d practiced and perfected over time, still just as magical now as it was then. 

Some of his confidence came back and he took over, holding onto you fiercely and protectively. His large hand cupped your cheek and he paused for just a moment, grounding himself in the moment, the sound of rain, and your warmth all around him, “I love you too.”

The smile on your face was megawatt and magical, making him believe that true love was real and it was staring right back at him. You were the stuff of dreams, unable to be properly conveyed into words, and all he knew was that he loved you, deeply and desperately. 

“C’mere,” you murmured against his lips, pulling him close and letting his warmth envelope you in every single way. He understood what you were conveying and made sure you were covered with the blanket and his body, “feels perfect.”

“It does,” his chin was on top of your head as you smushed your face against his chest listening to the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart. 

“Can we stay like this for a while?” you wanted nothing more than to be in this moment forever, but even just for a few hours this would be your own personal heaven. 

“Yes,” and who was he to deny you what he wanted just as much? The small sound of delight you made was the sweetest music he could have ever dreamed up, “yes.”

And it was just like heaven. 

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @rainbow-nerdss - thx, honey ❤️

This is for the @steddieholidaydrabbles - I actually wanted to keep them under wraps until December, but fuck it, I guess! 😅

Eddie is in danger. 

Mortal peril, in fact. The cold-sweat-beading-on-skin, heart-in-your-throat, limbs-heavy-with-dread kind of danger. He's minutes away from sneaking to the bathroom and calling Gareth, ask him to bail him out under some pretense. 

Only he'd probably laugh at him, the fucker. 

Because, granted, being trapped in your hot neighbor's fancy kitchen with a glass of wine beside you and candles burning on the windowsill does not sound like a dangerous situation. 

But it is.

Oh God, it so is.

Eddie's an idiot. 

Should've known this was a Bad Idea (capital letters, TM) the second Steve said he wanted to invite him to dinner. 

"Sure," Eddie had stammered. (No, answered. He's a grown-ass adult with his own record store, he does not stammer over the sexy restaurant owner from across the street suggesting dinner.) "I'll swing by the restaurant tomorrow, or-" 

"Not at the restaurant," Steve's eyes had lit up with that fond glint, voice dropping into a low timbre. "My place. I wanna take my time with you." 

The alarm signs were all there. Wailing sirens, big fat neon letters spelling DANGER and ABORT and STOP. 

But Eddie's sense of self-preservation has always been a bit skewed.

So here they are.

Tagging @sourw0lfs @wynnyfryd @cranberrymoons - no pressure, only kisses 😘

[wormdebut]

25 for the Spotify thing? 👀❤️

HYPE HYPE HYPE. Good Morning Lovely. #25 on my spotify wrapped is If You Can't Hang by Sleeping With Sirens. Enjoy Steve being a confused L-7 Weenie.

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Met a girl at seventeen, thought she meant the world to me. So, I gave her everything. She turned out to be a cheat…

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Steve doesn't really do relationships. He'd tried that. Once. In high school.

Nancy Wheeler.

But apparently Steve was bullshit, bullshit, bullshit and replaceable.

So? No relationships.

He had been fine on his own. He went to school, crawled his way to graduating and then he worked. He worked and worked and he met a girl. Thought maybe he could--maybe they could--but, Robin was gay and Steve was Steve.

It had been a few years since Robin had graduated, the year after Steve had and now Steve wasn't alone.

He had Robin. Robin, who loved him even though he was shitty in high school. Robin, who didn't judge him for being scared of--no. He wasn't scared of love. He just didn't believe in it. He had Robin and that was all the love that he needed.

They moved to Chicago. Just Steve and Robin and their shitty two bedroom apartment. Things were good for a while.

But now Robin had Chrissy. Cause Robin was normal, and Robin believed in love.

Steve was happy for them. Really he was.

But Robin had Chrissy and Chrissy had a best friend too. Chrissy had Eddie.

Steve did not like Eddie.

Eddie was loud and brash and impulsive and--

And and and.

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"Stevie!" Eddie calls from the other side of the apartment door. Steve sighs. Robin was out with Chrissy and somehow Eddie had found his way to the apartment, again.

He pulls the door open, one hand perched on his hip. "Eddie." He deadpans, and Eddie smiles. Toothy and wide. His smile was too big for his stupid pretty face--not, no. Not pretty, because Steve did not like Eddie. It's not the Steve liking guys thing, that's the issue. Steve had figured that shit out about himself a long time ago. He just didn't like Eddie.

Eddie keeps on smiling. Even though Steve treats him like absolute trash, anytime he comes over. Eddie just won't quit. It's like he needs them to be friends. So their best friends are girlfriends? It doesn't mean that Steve and Eddie have to like each other.

"The girls are out, and Chrissy and I's house is boring when it's just me. I thought we could have a beer or smoke or--something?" Eddie asks, pulling his stupid pretty hair in front of his stupid pretty face.

"So--our friends are out on a date and you decided to crash my apartment because your bored?" Steve scoffs. "Don't you have any other friends?"

Something crosses Eddie's face. He looks sad, but only for a moment, before he shakes his head, smirking at Steve. "Don't you?"

Steve would like to say that he slammed the door in Eddie Munson stupid, pretty, face. But he didn't and now they were a few beers and a joint in and Eddie was staring.

"Ed, what? Why are you looking at me like that?" Steve smacks his shoulder and Eddie just takes a drag from his joint, breathing the smoke out right in Steve's face, before cocking his head.

"Looking at you like what, Stevie?"

Steve swings his hand through the air, trying to get the smoke to disperse. Asshole. He huffs, "Looking at me like, you fucking know me."

Eddie smirks, handing the joint over, and Steve takes it, breathes in the smoke. He's closes his eyes, everything is fine. Fine and chill and cool and fine.

When he opens them again, Eddie's eyes are staring right into him. This is why Steve can't fucking stand Eddie Munson.

Eddie is still smirking, big brown eyes sparkling with mirth, when he says, "Don't I?"

Steve tears his own eyes away, stubbing out the joint. "No. You don't. And even if you did, I--I'm not--I'm bullshit." He whispers, and his voice may have cracked and this isn't right. This isn't supposed to happen.

Eddie is soft when he reaches out, running his fingers over the back of Steve's hand. "I don't think so."

Steve should probably pull his hand away. He should, but he doesn't want to.

He sighs, staring at Eddie's hand over his own. "It's you might not, but--it's a long story." He flicks his eyes up. Eddie is still fucking look at him. Into his stupid soul.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" Eddie asks, eyes sparkling. God Steve hates…He doesn't hate Eddie Munson, does he?

"Tell you about what?"

"Everything. Tell me about your life, Steve Harrington. I've got time."

Turns out Steve does do relationships. Well, he does relationship. Turns out, he truly doesn't like Eddie Munson. He loves him.

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Met a boy at twenty-three, knew he meant the world to me. So, I gave him everything and he did the same for me. Imagine that.

[deluweil]

I think what gets me is that Bobby knows what's coming next, he sees Eddie getting up from the corner of his eyes, knows that Eddie has yet to find out what happened to Buck, and was worried of his reaction once he saw what happened.

Because he's been there before, at the Well with Buck, he knows how much they mean to each other. 😭❤️

Bobby wasn't wrong, Eddie’s reaction was instantaneous, as we've posted over and over again.

And even though Bobby probably really wanted to try and revive Buck, he really just wanted to stand there and wait for Chimney and Hen to do their jobs and get Buck's heart working again.

But the moment Eddie arrived and pushed past Bobby, Bobby knew he'd have to get him away from Buck and give Eddie something to occupy him with.

Because Eddie can't be professional when it comes to Buck, Bobby can already see emotion takes over. And like he pulled Buck away from the well, he pulls Eddie away from Buck's unconscious form.

Bobby is worried, he's anxious, he wants nothing more than to make sure Buck will be okay, but with Eddie being completely off kilter here, Bobby knows he has to be captain for a little while longer, and get everyone moving.

Now, here's another thought: What if we get to see the drive to the hospital? What if Eddie and Bobby have to listen to the long flatlining siren on the way? Hoping, praying that Buck’s heart starts beating again.

What if we get a parallel to 3x17? Of Eddie having to listen to Buck dying like Bobby had to listen over the radio to Athena? 👀🥺

[eminsunnytoons123]

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🌊Here's what will the characters occupations/species be in "class of 3000 seas AU"🌊:

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Sunny - Neptune of westley seas 🧜🏾‍♂️

Lil' D - merman🧜🏽

Madison - mermaid 🧜🏻‍♀️

Philly Phil - merman 🧜🏻

Tamika - mermaid 🧜🏽‍♀️

Eddie - merman 🧜🏻

Kim and Kam - twins, mermaid and merman 🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻

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Salieri - Neptune of eastley seas, he is even a male siren 🧜🏻‍♂️

Lil' G - male siren🧜🏽

Addison - female siren 🧜🏻‍♀️

Brooklyn Bill - male siren 🧜🏻

Freddie - male siren 🧜🏻

Bambi - female siren 🧜🏽‍♀️

Jim and Jam - Twins, female siren And male siren 🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻

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Mila - mermaid 🧜🏼‍♀️

Big D - a humanoid kraken And even a merman 🧜🏻🐙 (he has tentacles as his legs only but he even has a merman tail)

Cheddar man - a humanoid kraken 🐙 (he has tentacles as his legs only just like in the class of 3000 Monster And haunted School AU)

Bianca - a humanoid jellyfish 🪼 (she has the jellyfish stings as her legs)

Tanya - mermaid 🧜🏽‍♀️

Kaylie and Mackenzie - mermaids, theyre both sometimes guards for Sunny 🧜🏽‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️

Mr Yin And Mr Min - humanoid sea snakes 🐍🐍

Principal luna - merman, he is an assistant of Sunny 🧜🏼

Dustin and Preston - both mermans, And theyre the guards for Sunny 🧜🏻🧜🏻

Lucius - humanoid crab, he can sometimes be Sunny's assistant 🦀 (he has crab legs And possibly even crab arms)

Jan - a merman, he is another guard for Sunny 🧜🏻

Petunia Squattinchowder - a mermaid, she is the Cook of the westley palace 🧜🏻‍♀️

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And this is even for @0lemonadefox0 @aquamarine-dream-queen @ducktopia90264 @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @moshywoosh @iggyguyy @nightkit92 @dackychansworldofhoshino @vickymcsworld @alegriacherryblossom And all my other loved ones in my tumblr family that always love me And support my work and always Bring me so much happiness And Joy, And I'll always love them And support them And even Bring them all Joy And happiness~ =^///////^= 💙❤️🧡💛

But even @classywinnerpeace @ghostytoastynights And any other class of 3000 fans here on tumblr =^_^=

[elvensorceress]

The Heart of a Man by @elvensorceress

gifs by my dearest, most beloved ❤️ @daisyssousa ❤️

buck/eddie | rated: T | read on AO3

This is my little Halloween-esque series of s4 but make it paranormal, mythological, Orpheus & Eurydice. 🌹 With lots of pining and magical epic love that transcends all else.

dedicated to my darling, @leothil 🤗❤️

~ snippet preview below the cut ~

The man Buck finds beside him isn’t company.

He looks clearly young today but the bartender doesn’t card him. Just brings him a martini and says nothing. He removes his suit jacket and the sleeves of his silk dress shirt are rolled neatly to his elbows, exposing black ink tattoo sleeves of a repeating geometric pattern. The air around him smells like iron and steel. Maybe with a hint of fossil fuel oil. “I thought you and I should have a talk.”

Buck doesn’t know why his presence makes the air thin or why he can’t taste his beer anymore. His mouth is dry, cotton, sand, and tastes of blood. “A talk?”

The man nods and extends a hand in greeting. “My name is Haden.”

Warily, Buck accepts the handshake, surprised that it feels, well, normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. As if he’s just another person. Who the hell knows, maybe he is. “Buck,” he offers in return though something tells him this man already knows his name. And more about him than he’d like. “So, what are we talking about?”

Haden takes a drink and focuses elsewhere. “Love is a funny thing. Don’t you think?”

No, most people don’t really associate Buck with much thinking. What would that have to do with anything? Let alone strange dreams, weird visions, incongruous sensory experiences. “What do you mean?”

Haden rubs his thumb against the inside of his fourth left hand finger where there’s a thick gold wedding band quite the opposite of his usual silver accents. “It takes over us like nothing else. It consumes, possesses. It’s associated with happiness and joy and yet it brings more pain than the worst physical torture imaginable.”

“That’s dark. And depressing.” Buck glances around the bar in hopes that someone else might’ve overheard and been able to share in his disturbed reaction. “Why are we talking about this?”

His voice is smooth, unadulterated, deep as cavernous underground. Earth that swallows and divides. “Stories will tell you that I’m the antagonist. The one keeping you from what you need and the thing you desire. But I have no control over life and death. I don’t decide the choices people make. I don’t determine any outcome here.”

A gradual, creeping spiral winds its way into Buck’s stomach. A slow, unnerving tightening that might squeeze the life out of him and everything else. “Okay. Any chance we could be a little more direct and a little less monologuing supervillain?”

Haden almost laughs. It’s something like a laugh. Or a weird, stifled huff close to amusement. “It’s not easy being separated from your partner. I understand your need to fight. I fought and I didn’t exactly win. My wife is… away. We’re apart half of the year.” He looks at Buck but it doesn’t seem menacing? He sounds more lost than anything else. “I can’t change what will happen. I don’t blame you for fighting. I’ve let people come to you with warnings.”

Buck waves a hand between them, at the words he’s been given. “You know, this is still not very informative?” His own words are too tremulous, but there’s too much bile churning in his stomach. “And also very creepy?”

“You know. You just don’t want to know. You’ve forgotten some things completely. But I know you feel it. The clock ticking down. The timer running out.”

What he hears are drums, pounding in his skull like that stupid hangover. And sirens over explosions and fire.

Haden reaches toward him, grips his shoulder, and stares into him with swirling black eyes.

There’s a loud, deafening crack of a gunshot.

And Buck flinches, jolts as if it’s present in the bar, in this moment.

But there’s nothing. No one notices or says anything.

There aren’t any people here.

The bar is empty.

Buck is empty.

Haden lets go of him and wears sorrow like a familiar cloak. “I know you’ll fight. I know you’ll ask me, beg me to change it. But you’re the only one who can.”

Buck’s hands are shaking. There’s blood everywhere. It’s not there, but it’s there. There’s so much of it. It’s farm water and collapsed soil and clawing with bare hands in the vain hope he might reach the underground. “How? How would I change it? I—” He couldn’t do anything. He was helpless. He watched it happen and screamed because his heart and soul had been ripped in half. But he couldn’t rescue. He couldn’t reach. 

He couldn’t save him.

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[navnae]

Steddie Soulmate Au Part 5

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Prompt: a clock counts down until you meet your soulmate

Prompt from @phantypurple !!! ❤️

Additional tags: @mightbeasleep @lifealwayslearning @rhaenyyras @im-sam-fucking-winchester @gregre369 @fruitandbubbles @beckkthewreck @cherixxx69 @iwouldsail

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Steve had no idea what he’d just agreed to and the way Eddie started smiling at him made situation ten times worse, he couldn’t back out of it now. He knew that he could’ve told Eddie that he was mistaken and Robin’s clock stopped months ago but his mind was working overtime and he never got the chance to say any of it. Steve trying to match Eddie’s excitement felt like torture and when he put his hand in Steve’s shoulder he couldn’t stop himself from shivering slightly at the sudden feeling of physical contact. Steve caught himself when his frown started to fade away the more he thought about Eddie falling for Robin, once he realized that Eddie was watching him he managed to put back on the wide smile he had on his face previously hoping that Eddie would believe it. Steve felt his heart stop when Eddie started to look over to where Robin was and he just stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing on this planet, you could see his eyes twinkling as he took in her beauty. It really was a sight for sores eyes especially when Steve had to watch his soulmate basically drool at the sight of his best friend. He didn’t know what he was feeling but this hurts, it hurts really badly. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms before clearing his throat obnoxiously loud to snap Eddie out of his trance. When Eddie finally looked at him again he felt a little bit better.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer, Munson.” Steve said without even trying to hide his attitude. He didn’t even know why he was so pissed but he purposefully wanted to put an end to Eddie’s little show and pull him back into reality. Eddie raised a brow, picking up on the now hostile attitude that Steve was giving off. Steve kept a lot of comments to himself and he was on the verge of letting them out if Eddie continued stare like an idiot.

“My bad it’s just… she’s breathtaking. I kind of feel stupid for not realizing that.” Eddie admitted. Steve wanted to laugh, he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue to prevent any snarky comments from being said but he failed within a second.

“I think stupid would be putting it lightly.” Steve mumbled under his breath. He genuinely didn’t mean for Eddie to hear and when he snapped his head to look at Steve it was kind of shocking. He could feel his face getting red and he couldn’t control his facial expression’s. Steve wanted to scream, either at Eddie or the stupid fucking universe that thought this was a good idea.

“What did you say?” Eddie asked with a little bass in his voice. Steve didn’t even react to Eddie getting upset. He was so focused on his own thoughts and feelings that if Eddie were to take him out right now he would let him, fighting back would be so tiring.

“Nothing.“ Steve said waving his hand to dismiss the topic. Steve didn’t even feel like continuing on with this conversation with Eddie and honestly a small part of him wanted to back out just so Eddie could go in blindly then Robin would reject him. The idea of Eddie getting all embarrassed made Steve extremely happy, he would finally be able to move on with his life with the magnificent blonde babe he’s been driving of while Eddie sits alone thinking about who his soulmate could’ve been.

Steve liked that idea way more.

All of those thoughts that Steve had were interrupted by the sound of police sirens and all of them looked towards the window at the back of the boathouse. All of them ran to the window to see what was happening and Eddie ran in a different direction to hide in the boat he was just in. They looked through the glass in hopes that none of those sirens were coming near the boathouse or else all of them would be done for. A huge weight was lifted off their shoulders once the sirens died down slowly meant that they were going to a different location. As much as Steve couldn’t stand this whole situation with Eddie he didn’t actually want anything bad to happen to him which confused him even more, one minute he wanted to curse him out without any remorse and now he wanted to protect? Everything seemed stupid to Steve, every little thing.

“We should probably check that out.” Dustin said as he pointed towards the window, referring to the passing police cars. Everyone nodded their head except for Steve.

“And leave him here alone again?” Steve mentally facepalmed as the words left his mouth and he didn’t realize how worried he sounded. All three of them smirked at each other while Steve blushed which he desperately tried to hide but failed.

“Technically he doesn’t have to be. You can stay here with him if you want.” Robin teased before winking at him and that made him even more mad.

“I am not staying here with him!” Steve blurted out and crossing his arms while looking away. His face was on fire at this point, all of them looked at him like he was going insane.

“No one’s forcing you to stay here with him, geez. Calm down.” Max put her hands up as if she was surrounding. Steve’s never felt this embarrassed in his entire life. He wanted to drop this entire conversation.

“Guys we have to focus. Let’s see what’s going on before it’s too late.” Dustin said waving his arms quickly. Steve wished he could’ve thanked Dustin for changing the subject. Sadly, the subject was way worse then a soulmate problem.

All of them ran over to the boat that Eddie was hiding in and removed the tarp the he must’ve thrown over himself once he heard the sirens. Steve noticed his body relaxed as his eyes focused on all of their faces and was relieved that it was just them. When Eddie wasn’t running his mouth Steve could take a step back and get a good look at him, nothing about Eddie’s appearance was bad. In this light his big brown eyes stood out especially when he’s a little bit scared. In some ways it was kind of cute, Steve wasn’t interested but he could see how someone could be.

“Eddie, we’re going to leave for a little bit but we’ll come back here soon okay?” Dustin said in a hurry. Steve watched Eddie wander off in thought for a second before nodding his head. He wondered what could be going on in his head at a time like this, Steve knew it couldn’t have been good considering that everyone in Hawkins were out to get him.

“Make sure to keep these with you just in case.” Max chimed in quickly as she ran to the other side of the boathouse then running back to place the snacks that they got for him in the little space between him and the boat. He laughed softly before holding the snacks close to him. Steve’s heart skipped as he heard Eddie’s laugh, he heard it in the car earlier but hearing it in person was very different. His voice was disgustingly smooth in Steve’s opinion.

He thanked max for the snacks before turning his attention to Robin. She smiled at him out of being kind and he smiled back at her with pure love in his eyes. Steve let out a sigh which no one heard because Robin was talking to Eddie and reassuring him that they were coming back. Steve thought he was imagining things when Robin put her hand on top of Eddie’s before squeezing it. He turned away to save himself from throwing up at the sight of Eddie having that same look on his face that pissed him off earlier. Steve heard Eddie say Robin’s name and he sounded desperate to tell her whatever was on his mind, before that could happen the group heard more sirens coming from outside. Everyone was starting to run towards the door but Steve was stopped in is tracks by a hand grabbing his wrist tightly.

“Steve!” Eddie called out for him as he pulled him closer. Steve didn’t expect their faces to become that close in a short amount of time. He could feel Eddie’s breath tickle his nose when he leaned forward and the blush on his face was spreading like wild fire. Steve held his breath trying to calm himself down from the moment being so intense.

“Y-yeah?” Steve asked in a tone that he wished wasn’t panicky. When Eddie started to lean in close making the gap between them smaller Steve couldn’t help but swallow thickly. Eddie swerved his head to the side to get closer to Steve’s ear. Steve was more than relieved, maybe now Eddie would tell him something meaningful or maybe he finally caught on to that he was wrong this entire time.

“Make sure that Robin stays safe okay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.”

Nope. Nothing changed.

Steve leaned back to look at Eddie and his face told him everything. He wasn’t pleased with anything he just heard but he tried to understand Eddie’s point of view. To him, Robin was the only person that Eddie saw as a soulmate because the idea of it being Steve would probably make him sick. From now on Steve had to get it through his head that Eddie didn’t like him as a friend or anything that was more than that, he couldn’t really blame him because Steve wasn’t to thrilled about it either. He opened his mouth to tell Eddie something but he figured it was best to keep those comments to himself since they weren’t important. If anything Steve was going to play into Eddie’s fantasy even if it wasn’t true.

“Okay. I will.” Steve said softly and giving him somewhat of a smile. Guilt started to weigh heavy on Steve when he saw how happy Eddie was to hear him make that promise. Obviously Steve was going make sure Robin was going to be safe but with Eddie in the back of his mind added an extra layer of unwanted emotions that he didn’t have the time for.

Without another word Steve gave Eddie a nod before he ran outside to meet with the others. When Steve made it outside he was greeted with nothing but wide smiles and eyebrows repeatedly being raised to insinuate that something happened inside the boat house. Steve waved all three of them off because the last thing he wanted was to talk about Eddie once again. As they made their way to the car Steve couldn’t get over the quick glances that he was getting and little giggles from the others, what he hated more was how he blushed even though he knew that nothing happened between the two still the idea made him feel things. If felt like forever before one of them cracked and said something.

“So… you two dating or what?” Max asked casually. Steve almost tripped over a branch after hearing the question. All he could do was groan and roll his eyes in response which seemed like a valid answer in his opinion.

“He’s just moody because he didn’t get to kiss Eddie goodbye.” Robin joked while puckering up her lips and making loud kissing sounds. All of them laughed in unison while Steve kept getting hot in the face. One day he’ll have an answer to why his body was betraying him but right now he didn’t have anything.

“Gross, at least take him to dinner first Steve.” Dustin added to the jokes making the others laugh harder. He couldn’t take it anymore, Steve grabbed Dustin’s wrist and pulled him away from the girls so they could talk privately.

“Henderson, we need to talk. We’ll meet you guys back at the car!” Steve called out to Robin and Max in return earning an okay from both of them. Steve managed to get to an area that was private enough and he let go of Dustin’s wrist, he looked at Steve with a confused expression.

“What did you want to talk about?” Dustin asked as he put his hands in his pockets and he gave Steve all of his attention. Steve took a deep breath before speaking and he prepared himself for the lecture he was going to be hit with.

“It’s about the whole… Eddie thing. We did talk about soulmates-“

“That’s good! Was he shocked or excited, in between. What did he think?” Dustin asked eagerly. Steve let out a nervous laugh in the middle of Dustin’s theatrics. The longer he thought about this entire thing the more he felt like complete shit.

“Well he thinks that Robin is his soulmate and not me.” Steve said truthfully. Dustin’s eyes widened then he laughed which caught Steve off guard because he didn’t find anything about the situation funny in the slightest.

“That’s hilarious! But you told him that wasn’t true, right?” Dustin kept laughing thinking that Steve would start laughing to but remained silent as he looked at the ground with a frown. Dustin’s smile faded fast when Steve didn’t answer his question and he hit Steve in the shoulder. “You did tell him that he was wrong right Steve?”

“Okay not exactly but it doesn’t matter because while he’s focused on Robin and whenever the moment comes she’ll let him down easy then I get to find the girl of my dreams like I was planning on doing anyways, problem solved.” Steve shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t going to chase someone that wasn’t interested. Let alone Eddie Munson, that was way out of Steve’s pick for partners anyways. Dustin shook his head and slapped Steve’s shoulder again this time it actually hurt. He looked like he wanted to kill Steve right on the spot.

“No! The problem isn’t solved and you’ve made things worse by not being honest with him,” Dustin paused halfway through his sentence and his face changed from angry to smug really fast as if he’s just discovered something. Steve didn’t like the way Dustin started to wave his finger at him while laughing like a maniac. “I know what’s going on here. You’re afraid.”

“What?” Steve looked at Dustin with squinted eyes. Dustin continued to wave his finger thinking he was on to something then shaking his head.

“You’re afraid that if you actually gave Eddie a chance that you will fall for him. That has to be the reason why you’re going through all these lengths to not even give the relationship between you two a try.” Dustin said letting his analysis come to a conclusion. Steve thought all of it was nonsense and he figured Dustin at times thought he could read humans like they were books on a shelf, this time his research was wrong.

“First of all, I’m not afraid of anything. Second of all even if I did give him a chance I wouldn’t fall for him because we just don’t click and maybe our clocks got it wrong.” Steve tried to look at this scenario as it was the clocks fault and something was wrong with it but in reality it was very rare for anyones clock to be wrong let alone lead you to someone that wasn’t truly yours. Dustin placed a hand in Steve’s shoulder and smiled at him softly.

“Whatever you do, just make sure it’s the right thing and you have to tell both of them the truth eventually. If you don’t care about Eddie’s feelings then at least care about Robin’s, she doesn’t deserve to get dragged in any of this.” Dustin said as he gave Steve a quick pay on his shoulder then walked towards the car leaving Steve with his thoughts.

Steve hates to admit it but Dustin was right. Robin should’ve been left out of all of this as soon as Eddie brought her up. He knew that he wasn’t going to be serious about getting them together and all he needed was a little more time to get things figured out. Steve had a plan that wasn’t set and stone yet, that didn’t mean that nothing was going to happen. On his way to the car he figured that he should start brainstorming, except all of his thoughts kept taking him to nowhere.

Great.

[fizzigigsimmer]

🌟Writer Appreciation🌟

When you get this show of our five of your favorite fics and five fics you like from other writers then send this to at least one other person.

To whoever sent these to me, thank you and I hope some goodness is finding its way to you today ❤️ So here we go all in one post.

My five favorites of my own fic:

1. The Wish Your Heart Makes: Alpha/Omega verse fic featuring teen omega Billy , pre-Hawkins traveling to the year 2002 and getting a glimpse of married life with Steve. I just love the domesticity of this verse and giving Billy the love and family he deserves.

2. To B, With Love: Alpha/Omega period romance where Steve is a society belle and Billy is a cowboy. I wanted to write a steamy western romance novel about cowboy!Billy and his fancy mail order bride, so I did. No regrets.

3. She lays me down, soft and sweet. Crack fic treated seriously. Steve gets turned into a girl and has the most dramatic bi-sexual awakening. I can't explain this fic, other than it started out as a joke and just grew into something wonderful. I love it.

4. Blinding baby, like city lights. BDSM-Au where everyone is either a dom or a sub. I have such a weakness for bratty sub Billy and the fandom definitely needs more of him.

5. All The Kings Men. BDSM-Au with some Alpha/Omega thrown in cause why not. An epic fantasy where Billy is a siren of royal blood, abandoned in the land of his enemies. Steve is a prince of that land. Billy's not about to let two armies and a centuries old war stand between him and his sub though. This fic is honestly just everything I love about fantasy cooked up in a pot but I love it.

And now for the best part!!!!! Five fics that I absolutely loved reading or am reading and thirsting for updates. Although honestly this list could be soooo much longer. But here we go in no particular order.

1. The Long Night by Nox_Wicked - I am FERAL for this story.

In September of 1986, a plane transporting several inmates from Hawkins Penitentiary crashes into the west Canadian Wilderness. It only lets one of them go.

2. The Mean Dom Steve Multiverse by @shieldofiron - I couldn't just pick one so sue me!

Mean Dom Steve short Drabbles and one shots. Enjoy your mean Dom!Steve!

3. what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by @brawlites - Alpha/Alpha Harringrove and it's so goooood.

Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble. They never expected it to end up like this.

4. Only One Bed by @robthegoodfellow - this fic is so chef kiss. Gender fluid Billy. Polly relationship negotiations. One of the best oc's in existence. Chrissy!!!

After high school, Eddie works at the Hideout. And then moves into the ratty apartment above the bar. And then Billy moves in with him. And then they start hooking up. And then they scheme to set each other up with the person they think the other really wants.

5. definitely better than being dead by @dragonflylady77 - what I said about loving giving Billy family and all the good things he deserves? This fic just hit the spot for me this summer. Such a tender piece.

When Billy comes to, everything hurts. He keeps his eyes closed, even though the space around him feels dark, and slowly takes a tally of where it hurts: hands, sides, chest, back, feet too… He listens to the noises in the room and the regular beeping of a machine close by tells him he’s in a hospital.

[parkermunson]

Are we getting more siren Eddie soon? 🥺

I have I think 1k words written for the next chapter but it needs more. I want to give him more backstory but I also don't want to push it, yknow?

I have an idea in mind but it feels Too Much and Not Enough at the same time. I need to play around with it a bit and see what sticks, but it'll definitely be out soon!!!

[bettyfrommars]

Hii I absolutely adore your siren eddie do you think there’ll be more parts?? Have a lovely day 🫶🏻

hello! that is so sweet and thoughtful of you to take the time to come and tell me that, it made my day. Just in case you didn't see it yesterday, I shared some siren Eddie artwork here that a friend did and he is so hot I can't stand it.

I think about doing more with our fish boi allll the time. I had an entire storyline in my head that went along similar lines as the movie Splash with Daryl Hannah, but then life happened. So, a second part is very much a possibility 💚

[jadequeen88]

Chapter 2: Love Bites

Series master list here❤️

Summary: She looks like some sort of siren or elven lady, her long, dark lashes kissing her cheekbones as she looks downward. As subtle as possible, Eddie breathes in her scent. She smells like the high-dollar shampoo he never can afford, mixed with a dark, amber-smelling cologne. She doesn’t smell like the cheerleaders that used to leave their “Love’s Baby Soft” and hairspray smell on his pillows. She doesn’t smell like clean sweat and cheap soap like the groupies after his shows. She smells like a grown woman and Eddie momentarily forgets how to function.

Author's Notes: The chapter when we see the Steddie bromance in all its delicious glory, Eddie indulges in a little "self-care", and a big discovery is made.

18+ ONLY

I'll be honest, guys. I still love this series and want to keep writing, but I've lost motivation. I'm hoping that posting here along with AO3 will push me to get it done. So as always, if you like, PLEASE reblog. Likes and comments are great too, but reblogging gets it out to more folks.

THANKS LOVE YOU ALL!

“You knew at first sight you'd enjoy my attack. That with my first bite, there'd be no turning back. So come in my arms, I strike any hour. I will return to trap and devour In the dead of night love bites” — Judas Priest, “Love Bites”

Eddie's POV

A loud, rhythmic knock on Eddie’s trailer door makes him look up from rolling the blunt he’s just assembled.

“Come in!” he yells without getting up. He knows by the stupid-ass cadence used in the knock who it is, so there’s no use stopping what he’s doing to answer the door.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington flings the door open wide, a six-pack under his arm and wearing those dumb fucking glasses he always wears, even now when the sun has long since set. Eddie groans when he sees him wearing them along with that “Members Only” jacket that he hates almost as much. For a moment, Steve’s silhouette is backlit by the yellow glow of the lamp posts that line the road to the trailer park before he kicks the door closed behind him.

“‘Sup loser!” Steve chirps, slamming the beer down right beside Eddie’s current workspace. “What’s the big news? It must be important to make me drag my ass out this late. Why are we celebrating?”

“First of all,” Eddie mumbles around the paper he is licking to seal the blunt closed. “Call me a loser in my own home again and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” Steve says casually without missing a beat.

Eddie rolls his eyes and continues. “Second, take the shades off. You look like a jackass.”

Steve does exactly that, but not without humming the chorus of “Sunglasses at Night” while bobbing his head and landing roughly on the couch. Eddie makes a loud retching noise and in response, Steve blows him a kiss and winks.

“Watch it, big boy. One day I’m gonna make you cash in on all that teasing.” Eddie ruffles his hair and that finally gets him in check.

“Hey, hey, HEY! Not the hair, man. Christ.” Steve quickly pats his hair back down into the style he’s trademarked and perfected over the years while Eddie lights the blunt, sniffing back a laugh at his friend’s expense.

“So spill it already. What happened?” Steve reaches for the blunt as Eddie finishes taking the first hit.

“You’re looking at a man who secured a weekly gig. Making honest money playing my own music.” He reaches over with a flourish of his hand to take the blunt back from his friend.

“Well, look at you!” Steve says as he exhales a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. “Making money, being Mr. Rockstar. You’re gonna be swimming in groupies, my guy.”

“Nah,” Eddie holds the fragrant smoke in his lungs until they burn and he feels the first tingling sensations of his high. “Not worried about groupies. There’s only one woman for me. I’m ruined now.”

Steve pauses before putting the blunt back to his lips and looks over at Eddie with raised brows. Eddie “cold cynical heart” Munson is claiming to be ruined by one singular woman?

“Woah. Pump the breaks.” He turns to face Eddie directly. “Ruined? How?” He pauses, throwing his hands above his head, exasperated. “And when?!”

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand down his face. “The owner, man. The chick who bought Benny’s.”

“Oh really?” Steve is thoroughly invested in Eddie’s story now, the weed and beer forgotten momentarily. Eddie snatches the blunt away from the distracted man, keeping it from burning away.

“Yes, really.” He sounds thoroughly miserable now, taking in another lung full of smoke. “I show up late, right? Because, of course, I do. Our campaign ran late since Wheeler and Henderson decided to be complete dumbasses and they ended up failing both will saves when-”

Steve groans loudly as if he’s in immense pain. “Oh for fucks sake, Munson. Please do not talk to me about your fairy and dragon shit.”

“Fine, FINE!” Eddie’s scratchy voice goes up at least two octaves and he flings his hair around wildly. “Anyway! I’m late, as usual, and of course, of-fucking-course, I walk in and see a literal goddess in front of the stage. I nearly ran right back out. There was no.. no warning or anything! How was I supposed to know the new owner would look like that?!”

“Like what?” The Cheshire grin is back on Steve’s face as he waits for Eddie to continue.

“First thing I see is legs for miles.” He’s relaxed in his seat now, closing his eyes and recalling how amazing she looked. “Black heels on her feet. And when I tell you she’s built like a fucking brick house?” At that, he opens one eye to meet Steve’s gaze. “Best ass I’ve ever seen. I had to walk behind her and thought my knees were gonna buckle, man. And so… sophisticated. I’m talking, miles outta my league, dude.”

Steve nods, cracking open a beer. “So who is she? And why is she here?”

Eddie gives him her name then and tells him she actually grew up here but has been in LA working for the past ten years.

“Wait. Hold on a second.” The wheels are turning underneath that perfectly coiffed head of hair. “If she’s been working in LA since we were kids… that’s gotta mean.”

“Yeah, man. Like I said, she’s way outta my league. Older, hot, business owner. She’s cool as fuck. She was even wearing an Iron Maiden shirt under her jacket.”

“Ooh, ouch,” Steve says, reaching for the weed after taking another sip of beer. “The only thing missing that would have really ruined you would be if…”

“She had red lipstick on, Steve.” Eddie hangs his head in defeat.

“Damn! The final blow! Munson is officially doomed!”

“I’m so glad we get to play there every week, but,” Eddie hesitates as he puts the blunt back to his lips. “Fuck. It’s gonna suck trying to not… follow her around like a kicked puppy, man.”

Steve takes the blunt from Eddie and shakes his head in mock sympathy as he takes a drag.

“Oh, dude. You’ve got it bad.” Steve looks at Eddie through bloodshot eyes, grinning evilly like the menace he is.

“Fuck off,” he mutters before snatching the blunt from his friend’s loose grasp and smoking. Eddie sinks back into the couch beside him and lets his head hang back as he exhales a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.

“Christ. Don’t be so touchy there, princess.” Steve snatches the blunt right out of Eddie’s mouth mid-pull. Eddie groans and elbows him making him grunt as he takes another hit of the dwindling blunt. He blows the smoke directly into the other man’s face.

“You were the one who kept going on and on about her.”

“Didn’t go on and on…”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eddie takes what’s left of the blunt and stubs it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table and sets it aside. Steve groans at that.

“Dick move, man.”

“Says the biggest dickhead I know.”

“Okay, look.” Steve meets Eddie’s gaze with a solemn expression. “I’m sorry that I pointed out that you’re pining over the hot older woman who is not only way out of your league, but also kind of your boss now. The woman you have no chance bagging whatsoever. I should be a better friend to you. I should keep in mind that you simply aren’t as gifted as I am in this area. But don’t worry. You have other very nice qualities about you, Eds. We can’t all be certified MILF baggers.”

“Right, okay.” Eddie slaps his hands over his denim-clad thighs. “Fuck off, Harrington. Get outta my trailer. Now!”

Steve is cackling like a hyena. The lanky man is lying sprawled out on the couch on top of Eddie trapping him under the dead weight of his body. He finally manages to shove him off onto the ground. Steve lands on his side with a slight “oof!”

“Okay! Okay!” he wheezes while sitting up from the floor. “Seriously though, I’m happy for you guys. Robin and I will be there Friday for sure.”

“You better fuckin’ be.” Eddie lunges at him, pretending that he was about to tackle him back down but only aiming to make him flinch.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweet cheeks.” Steve leers up into his face. “I mean, after hearing all about this absolute fox, no way I’m missing my chance with her.”

That comment finally pushes Eddie over the edge and the two wrestle on the floor, damn near shaking the entire trailer. The boys only call a truce when Eddie pins Steve and threatens to upend a half-drank beer into his hair. After that, they finish their drinks, and Harrington leaves with a wave thrown over his shoulder.

Eddie sighs in relief when he’s finally alone. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind hanging out with the guy, but he’s been flying half-mast most of the time Steve was over. Smoking always tends to make him a little horny regardless of the situation. Add into the mix that he was pathetically pining over the vixen that’s consuming his thoughts and it’s disastrous. At this point, he’s dying to rub one out before he sinks into his mattress to sleep.

He doesn’t even make it to his room before undoing his belt. He kicks his door closed, rips his pants down with his boxers, then hits the play button on his cassette player to hopefully cover any obscene noises he was about to make. Eddie knows he won’t be able to be quiet tonight. Rob Halford’s voice coming from the speakers should cover up the loudest of the noises he was about to make, anyway.

The dim glow of the full moon doesn’t help illuminate his path, causing him to stumble over a stack of cassette tapes. He swears under his breath and tells himself he’ll deal with putting them back later. Binders full of D&D campaign notes and his dice bag clatter noisily to the floor as he flops onto the mattress and removes his shirt. Eddie doesn’t want a single piece of clothing on his body. It feels like fire is racing underneath his skin. With the first downward stroke of his hand, a wild thought of her casting some sort of sex magic spell over him flashes through his mind. It’s the only thing he can come up with as to why he’s this worked up.

“Fuck…” he whimpers. He’s so pent up that he’s been leaking into his boxers for the past few hours, making him as wet as if he had already reached in his bedside table for the cherry-flavored lube he keeps hidden inside. He runs his palm over the leaking head to gather up the viscous fluid and spreads it down his shaft.

Eddie’s eyes roll back in his head as his strokes speed up. He bites his lower lip until it’s swollen and red. When he begins to twist his wrist on the upward strokes, his back arches off the blankets, and his heels dig into the mattress.

He’s too worked up to be embarrassed at how fast he’s about to come. Eddie is no virgin. The handcuffs hanging from his wall and pack of Trojans on the nightstand make that obvious. Since he grew out his hair and learned to play guitar, there had been no shortage of girls sneaking in through the window of his trailer. Back in high school, he was the dirty little secret half the cheer squad kept from their families and friends. Once he finally graduated, it would be girls (and guys) after gigs in the back of his van, or the alley outside whatever dive bar they’d played at that night. Eddie likes sex, is good at it, and has no shortage of people to choose from. It makes no sense why she kindles this primal, raw desperation in him.

Normally when he gets off on his own, he flips through his mental Rolodex of past encounters and focuses on that. He hasn’t had to use his imagination in years, but no past hookups work for him this time. Tonight, his thoughts are consumed with her. Pinning her to the floor in the middle of the stage at Benny’s… licking greedily between her thighs as she sat on the bar top…

What sends him over the edge is picturing her riding him. He normally doesn’t care for it, honestly. Eddie has never had anyone climb on top of him and ride him the way he needed. But her? He knew it, could feel it in his blood… she could change that. Maybe she would start slow, rolling her hips back and forth, barely letting him inside. Then maybe she would seat herself down on his cock and rock back and forth, getting him as deep as possible, only worried about chasing her pleasure. He’d rub circles into her clit and grab her ass to help move her even deeper. Maybe as she came, she’d bite his lip and pull his hair.

Eddie groans like he’s wounded and focuses on the reddened tip of his cock. With his free hand, he grabs a handful of his hair and pulls at the scalp. He gasps, “That’s it, baby… yes, yes, yes…”

“Shit!” he cries out as he spills over his hand, his cum seeping between his fingers. He can’t do anything but lay there boneless in the moonlight for what feels like hours. When he finally regains a bit of his strength, he gets up and showers. After he washes away the sweat and jizz—which is absolutely disgusting, by the way, Eddie can’t remember the last time there was so much, it’s all over him—he throws on some jeans, wraps his hair in a towel and goes outside for a smoke before brushing his teeth and hitting the sack.

He swipes his lighter and pack of Camels from the kitchen counter and walks barefoot out to the old couch that sits on his front porch. The late summer breeze is beginning to announce the arrival of autumn with just enough chill in the air to make Eddie wish he’d grabbed a sweatshirt.

He’s just about to light up when he hears the slam of a screen door disrupt the still night. It comes from across the dirt road that bisects the trailer park. There is a pretty high turnover rate with most of the places here. Usually, someone staying temporarily rents one of the last few trailers at the end of the road. Eddie never thinks about who is coming and going from that end of the place. It’s also not like he keeps consistent hours like folks who have 9-5 jobs, so it’s perfectly normal for Eddie to go months without seeing a neighbor.

Lighting his cigarette, he lounges back on the couch, looking towards the trailer where he heard the door slam. A porch light turns on and when the door opens, Eddie swears it feels like he’s swallowed his own heart.

It’s her. It looks like she's stepping outside to smoke as well. When he sees her raise her hands to her face, the faint glow of a lighter flicks over and over… and…

“Oh shit,” he whispers to himself. Her lighter is dead. He thinks he can hear her faintly curse and move to stand. This is his time to shine. Without thinking about what he is doing, he leaps from the porch into the damp, dark grass below. He begins to run toward her trailer when he remembers he has a goddamn towel on his head.

“Fuck!” he whisper-yells into the night air, ripping the towel from his head and throwing it at the couch.

Right before she gets up to go inside, Eddie calls out to her.

“Hey!” he shouts, trying to sound friendly and approachable, not like a crazed trailer park resident possibly trying to attack her in the middle of the night. He makes it over to her trailer, bare feet kicking up gravel, lighter raised in his right hand like some sort of prized treasure. “Ya need a light?”

It’s still pretty dark despite the one yellow bulb that illuminates the tiny porch, but Eddie doesn’t need light to see that she is just as stunning here as she was all decked out earlier at Benny’s. Honestly? He thinks she looks even better in the ratty Black Sabbath tee. He notices she is also barefoot and sporting damp locks. The thought of her showering at the same time as him only a couple of trailers away makes him feel a little dizzy.

She looks down at him, confusion marring her features. For a horrible, gut-turning second, Eddie thinks maybe he’s fucked up big time. Then recognition lights up her eyes. “Eddie?” She says slowly, a grin spreading across her lips.

“The one and only,” he shuffles his feet a bit and clears his throat. “I was, uh… out doing the same thing and noticed a damsel in distress.” He gestures to his lighter. “Couldn’t let that happen on my watch, so…” he lets out a small chuckle.

She sits back down on one of the lawn chairs she has on the porch and gestures to the empty one. “By all means. How chivalrous of you, Sir Eddie.”

His heart twists in his chest as he takes the steps two at a time to get to the empty chair. She puts the cigarette between her lips and leans forward as he flicks the lighter on and cups his hand around the flame to keep the night breeze from snuffing it out. He stares unabashedly at her face, backlit by the orange glow of the cigarette. She looks like some sort of siren or elven lady, her long, dark lashes kissing her cheekbones as she looks downward. As subtle as possible, Eddie breathes in her scent. She smells like the high-dollar shampoo he never can afford, mixed with a dark, amber-smelling cologne. She doesn’t smell like the cheerleaders that used to leave their “Love’s Baby Soft” and hairspray smell on his pillows. She doesn’t smell like clean sweat and cheap soap like the groupies after his shows. She smells like a grown woman and Eddie momentarily forgets how to function.

She sits back in her chair and Eddie (reluctantly) does the same, trying not to think of how good her sheets smell or what laundry detergent she uses to wash her clothes in. He wants to memorize every single scent surrounding her. It makes him feel crazy.

He remembers that he never got around to smoking his own cigarette. Eddie pulls out his pack from his back pocket and lights one up for himself.

“Good thing I’m made of tougher stuff than most gals,” she says, blowing a cloud of smoke from the side of her mouth. He looks over to see that she was grinning a little, eyes sparkling with mischief and untold stories. “You would have scared the shit outta most people just now.”

He groans, rubbing his brow with his free hand. “So I did come across as a psycho? I was aiming for ‘helpful, caring neighbor’.”

She laughs and it sounds like music. “No, not a psycho. Definitely a good neighbor.”

She takes another drag and crosses one bare leg over the other. Eddie realizes that her shorts are so tiny that they are basically underwear. Is that what she sleeps in? He imagines that if she stood up, he’d be able to see the curve of her ass peeking out from under the black material.

He shakes his head slightly as if to rattle the lewd thought out of his brain. “Well, mi’lady,” he says, smoke curling out of his nostrils. “You’re probably the only person in Hawkins, Indiana who wouldn’t turn heel and run in terror from Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

At that, she throws her head back and laughs louder than she did before. “You’re no freak,” she says, looking at him with those bright eyes again. “I’ve met freaks. Besides, you happen to be looking at Hawkins High’s former Queen of the Freaks. I know what it really means when the hicks around here call us that.”

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “No fuckin’ way…”

“Yes, fuckin’ way,” she counters, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette on the amber glass ashtray sitting between them on old, plastic milk crates. “Got my first tattoo at fifteen in my best friend’s kitchen. Got caught smoking a joint in the girl’s locker room while skipping class. Even played at being a rockstar, Joan Jett style.”

He marvels at her. He wants to sit here all night and hear every story she has to tell. But as she stands and stretches her arms over her head, Eddie knows that’s his cue to leave.

“You are brimming over with surprises,” he beams down at her as he stands up from his chair.

“I promise, I’m not as interesting as I sound,” she chuckles as she turns to head inside. “But I can share some stories with you another time. Us freaks have to stick together, after all.” She winks at him over her shoulder and he could have been knocked over with a feather. “Good night, Eddie.”

He raises his hand in farewell and utters a small “night” before she vanishes behind her door. After he hears her move further into the trailer, he leaps from the porch and pumps a fist wildly into the air. He feels like he is floating the entire jog back to his place. Eddie collapses onto his bed and lets out a long sigh.

The most amazing woman he has ever met is now his neighbor. Then it hits him… The most amazing woman he has ever met is now his neighbor…

“Shit…” he mutters into his pillow. He was already well on his way to thinking about her constantly before knowing she lived so near. Now, he has no clue how he’ll get anything done with her constantly in his orbit. The lovesick metalhead decides that’s a problem for his future self as his eyelids get heavier and sleep overtakes him. His thoughts swim with visions of long legs, bright eyes, and soft skin as he slips into a dreamless sleep.

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Just tagging a few people that have shown interest in my work/people who I think might possibly like it!

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I was tagged by @shoobadawoop to post 10 characters I love and tag 10 blogs, thanks! ❤️

Phil Dunphy from Modern Family

Gene Belcher from Modern Family

Kevin McAllister from Home Alone

Wayne from Letterkenny

Jason Mendoza from The Good Place

Troy Barnes from Community

Alan Parrish from Jumanji

Dina from Superstore

Eddie from Stranger Things

Mark Watney from The Martian

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(I totally forgot to do this before the New Year!!! How I wish I could start CB again 😪)

I posted 441 times in 2022

That's 441 more posts than 2021!

171 posts created (39%)

270 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@galaxy-siren

@mad-elia

@beep-beep-sherlock

@babyghouly

I tagged 175 of my posts in 2022

#staygoldwriting - 113 posts

#eddie munson fluff - 75 posts

#eddie munson - 67 posts

#eddie munson imagine - 64 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 63 posts

#stranger things - 51 posts

#eddiemunson - 46 posts

#stranger things eddie - 45 posts

#eddie munson x female reader - 44 posts

#steve harrington fluff - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 41 characters

#we would listen to it together in the car

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

First Love, Part II

Summary: Y/N is a senior prep, Nancy Wheeler’s best friend, and quite possibly Eddie’s first love ❤️

Read Part I here!

Word count: 756

Warnings: Fluff upon fluff, Dustin continuing to be the best wingman 

A/N: This is part 2 of First Love! I hope you all enjoy it 🤗 

“That’s how the game is played, my friends!” Eddie yelled as the party reached their victory. As they all laughed, high-fived, and rejoiced, Eddie savored the moment along with them, then caught a glimpse of his watch.

“Hey!” he called above them. “It’s almost ten, scram before your parents hate me more!”

After everyone helped pack up, they left to the parking lot. Mike scanned the lot for Nancy’s car, but couldn’t see it anywhere. He began gathering courage to ask Eddie for a ride when you popped out of the car, waving wildly. 

“Hey! Mike! I’m filling in!” you yelled, and he and the other boys ran to you.

“Where’s Nancy?” Mike asked as he gave you a quick hug.

“Johnathan surprised her, so I volunteered to get you guys so they could spend some time together,” you explained, then hugged the rest of the boys.

“Hey, what’s are you?” Eddie said, shyly approaching you. “Wait, no, hey, what’s up, how are you? Gosh, Munson,” he scolded himself.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said warmly. “Johnathan’s visiting, so I’m picking up the boys for Nancy. I promise you I’m not stalking you or anything,” you blushed. Eddie smiled back at you, blushing too. 

“No worries. It, uh, it was a good campaign,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Lots of… battles and stuff. And the cookies! The cookies were delicious,” he grinned. “You’re really sweet, I mean the cookies were sweet, but you’re sweet too, um.”

“You’re sweet too, Eddie,” you said touching his arm. He jumped a bit.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, drawing your arm away. 

“No, no, it’s fine, I just… nevermind. Thanks, for calling me sweet.”

“Of course, and I’m glad you liked the cookies,” you replied kindly. “Did you have a favorite?”

“Well, I loved the lemon ones, but Wheeler did hog them after all,” Eddie shrugged, smiling crookedly. “I only had one.”

“Oh, well next time I bake some, I’ll bring you some just for you,” you proposed.

“Thanks,” Eddie said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Or maybe you can teach me how to make them.” He looked down, not meeting your eyes.

“You wanna come over tomorrow?”

“Wait, what?”

“I have time tomorrow if you wanna come over,” you smiled. “Only if you want to.”

“I-ha-I would love to,” Eddie blushed, now meeting your eyes. 

“Does 2:30 work?”

“Definitely,” Eddie laughed in disbelief. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” you blushed. “Well, I guess I’ll seeya later, Eddie. Can I give you a hug?”

“Fire away,” Eddie chuckled, opening his arms. 

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#4

Cousin Buckley: Part 3

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and you’ve stolen the hearts of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson 🖤💜

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word count: 1201

A/N: I am having so much fun writing these, you guys! Thank you so much for all of the love, support, comments, reblogs, notes, follows, everything! It means so much, and I can’t wait to continue on with this series 🤗 I’m currently navigating the taglist, so I apologize for any problems!

“Welcome to Family Video!”

Robin opened the doors dramatically as you three stepped in. The previous workers wordlessly exited, thankful their shifts were over. 

“Don’t get your hopes up, Buckley,” said one worker, a tall thin boy with a zombie-like look, “we had like, two customers all day.”

“I know, Martin, I know,” she said energetically. “But I always make it work, don’t I?”

“You do,” Martin replied flatly. “That’s why I never do my shifts with you. I need to spend my misery in peace.”

“Alright, Martin, that’s enough for today,” Steve smiled, ushering him out then turning to you. “Want a tour?”

You nodded excitedly as he placed his arm gently around your shoulder.

“So, we’ve got the main desk here, as you can see,” he gestured with his other arm. “To the left are kids movies, romances, comedies, then adventure and fantasy stuff. To the right is the more intense stuff, like horror and thrillers and big action movies, like the Terminator.” 

“Smart divisions,” you said. “Was that your idea?”

“He wishes,” Robin snorted from the counter, then looked at Steve, panicking a bit. “He did organize the snacks though!” She quickly pointed at the display of snacks below the counter and you smiled. 

“You guys need Nerds,” you remarked. 

“I’ll make a note of it,” Steve smiled. “Okay, I’ll leave you to browse. Robin and I thought it would be fun to have a movie marathon night, so you’ve got your pick! Choose like three or four, but my only request is that one of them is Real Genius. I’ve been wanting to watch it for a while, but I haven’t had the time.”

“Same here!” you replied, smiling brightly. “I’ll grab that one for sure, and I also want to look for The Last Starfighter. I hear it’s really good.”

“Grab Sixteen Candles! Or Nightmare on Elm Street!” Robin called out.

“That’s quite the range,” you chuckled. “I’ll grab both.”

“Everything except Elm Street should be to your left,” Steve said. “Call out if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay, thanks Steve,” you smiled. 

He moved his arm away and jumped over the counter, joining Robin. As you started your browsing, you looked back at the counter to see Steve glancing up at you. As you caught his eye, he blushed, looking down and smiling widely. Robin smirked a bit, then shook her head. 

After looking around for a while, you found all of the movies and brought them up to the counter. Martin was right; not many people had stopped in to pick up a video, but you guessed it made sense for a Tuesday afternoon. 

“Okay, I found everything we need for tonight,” you told Steve, handing him the movies. “How much is it?”

“Oh, you’re not paying,” Steve said with a chuckle.

“I have to, I’m a customer!” you gasped, then leaned closer, making Steve lean too. “I can’t steal.”

“I know,” Steve mimicked your tone. “What I mean is that I will rent them.”

“Oh,” you said. “Are you sure?” you looked at him hesitantly.

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852 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

#3

Eddie is the type of boyfriend to stutter and freeze when you so much as hold his hand. Poor boy is touched starved and just loves being near you. He can’t think straight when you’re around.

If you surprise him with a flower that you picked on the way to meet him “just because it reminded me of you” his face warms with a light blush. He presses every flower you give him in a lil songbook he has dedicated to you.

It is time for soft, first relationship Eddie 😌

🌹Now a series!! Part II is here🌹

Is this... my call to action??? To write the fluffiest thing I've ever done so far (maybe except for Bunny Garden)??? 😍

✨First Love✨

(in which y/n is a senior prep and best friends with Nancy, and Eddie is head-over-heels in love with her) 785 words

“Hey, Eddie, hi everyone!” you said cheerily as you approached the Hellfire table at lunch. 

Eddie looked up from his lunch to see you standing in front of him, a wide, sincere smile on your face. He blushed as you two met eyes, and as he went to smile, a little bit of chocolate milk came out of his mouth, causing him to hide his face in embarrassment. 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” Mike asked, trying to draw attention away from a flustered Eddie.

“Well, I was up late baking cookies last night, and I called Nancy, and she said you all have a club meeting tonight? Hellfire, right?” you asked, pointing at their shirts.

“Yeah, why? You wanna join?” Gareth asked, snickering. Eddie, now recovered, kicked him in the leg.

“Well,” you said, looking from Gareth to Eddie, “I thought maybe you’d like some cookies for your meeting tonight,” you held out a tupperware. “I made some chocolate chip, some oatmeal cookies, and some lemon ones. If you’d like, I’d be really happy to share them with your club. And Mike can bring the tupperware home, I’m sleeping over with Nancy tomorrow anyway,” you smiled, bouncing on your heels. 

“Um, sure, yeah, thank you, Y/N,” Eddie said, holding a shaky hand out to receive the cookies. His hand brushed yours slightly, making his blush return. 

“I like your rings,” you said sweetly.

“Oh, um, thanks.” Eddie was completely red at this point. 

“Well, have fun, and let me know what everyone thinks of the cookies! Mike, don’t hog all the lemon ones! Oh, and good luck with ‘The Cult of Vecna’,” you said in a scary voice. 

Eddie’s heart soared when he heard you talk about Hellfire, as if Nancy Wheeler’s best friend would ever be interested in something like that. He knew you were always nice, but he convinced himself that you were just cordial for the sake of Mike. He secretly dreamt that he was the reason you were so nice, that maybe you wanted to be friends… or even more. 

“Ha, nice memory, Y/N!” Dustin cheered, snapping Eddie out of his trance.

“You can come by if you want,” Eddie said quickly, then instantly regretted it. He felt his ears get hot and his hands start to shake again, this time along with his breath. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“I-I mean, you could, but I know you probably have better things to do--”

“No, I don’t!” you exclaimed. “I just didn’t think I could go to Hellfire! Isn’t it exclusive? I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything like that, D&D seems so special and precious to you guys, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that, and gosh, now I’m rambling, but yes, I would love to stop by if you all would be willing to have me.”

“Eddie might, but I’m not,” Jeff spat. “It is exclusive. A prep like you can’t just waltz in and--”

“Hey, come on, she’s cool!” Mike argued. 

“Yeah, and besides, you’re not the leader, Eddie is! He invited her so she can come,” Lucas added.

“It’s okay, I don’t want to cause any trouble,” you said sadly. “I’ll just ask you guys how it went on Monday. Thank you for the invitation though, Eddie.” 

As you left to turn around, Eddie glared at Jeff angrily. He was still blushing intensely, but it could easily be disguised as fury. You looked back, wringing your hands, then went to your table to grab something. As you walked back to the boys, the same look of shock reappeared on their faces. You stood there, shuffling your feet as you let out a breathy giggle.

“I don’t know if I can wait until Monday,” you chuckled, then nervously held out a piece of paper. “This is my number, Eddie. Maybe you can call me after and tell me the details?”

Eddie’s mouth hung open as he stared at you in disbelief. Frozen, Eddie tried to speak, but nothing worked. Dustin sighed loudly, took your number, then placed it in Eddie’s hand. As Eddie closed it, a goofy smile broke across his face. You blushed and smiled brightly as you saw his happy face.

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#2

Cousin Buckley: Part 2

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and you’ve stolen the hearts of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson <3

In case you missed it: Part 1!

Warnings: none, just fluff :)

Word count: 1059

A/N: THANK YOU!!! I’m SO happy you guys enjoyed part 1! You make my heart so happy :’) <3 Here is part 2--please enjoy and send it some love, and if you want to join the taglist, please don’t hesitate to ask! 

“I can’t believe you finally have your license, Rob.”

“Oh, I don’t,” she frowned at you. “I’ve got a permit though! And this is also Steve’s car,” she continued, looking down at the BMW.

“So, I guess you should be up front then, huh Harrington?” Eddie smiled. “You know, to guide Robin--”

“Oh, she’ll be fine with Y/N in front--”

“Make sure she doesn’t wreck your baby?”

“It would actually be helpful, Steve,” Robin said, half-serious and half playing around for the fun of it. “I haven’t driven without you yet.”

Steve’s jaw tensed up. You saw him glance over at you, and you gave him a weak smile, which he returned with a sigh.

“Fine.”

Eddie opened the car door for you as you scooted in behind Robin’s seat. As Robin muttered to herself about mirror positions and if it was 10-and-2 or 11-and-3, Eddie asked you some small questions about your flight. Steve got in and looked back at you, giving you a more confident smile, but was then jolted by Robin peeling out of the parking lot.

“Robin!” he yelled, seizing the handle above the window.

“Sorry, sorry!” she apologized, “that was an accident.”

“It was sort of a rush,” Eddie shrugged, making you giggle. Steve looked back at him incredulously, smoothing his hair.

“Yeah, sure, cuz it’s not your car!” he gasped. “How would you feel if Robin played your guitar with sandpaper?”

“It was not that bad!” Robin argued, cheeks reddening. You patted her shoulder consolingly. 

“It wasn’t, and like you said, it was an accident, I’m sorry for freaking,” Steve said, collecting his calm. 

“Thanks Steve, but I’m still sorry. For the record, Eddie, this is exactly why I’ve never touched your guitar.”

“I appreciate that,” Eddie smiled.

“That’s cool that you play guitar,” you said, turning to him.

“Oh, thanks! I’m actually in a band, Corroded Coffin.”

“No way! Metal?”

“You know it,” he smirked. “We’re playing this weekend, wanna come?”

“Absolutely!” You smiled brightly. “Steve, do you wanna come too?”

Eddie’s face went pale as Steve turned around, beaming.

“I would love to, Y/N! Thank you so much for inviting me. What night are you playing, Eddie?”

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2,048 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Cousin Buckley

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and two very eager boys join her at the airport to pick you up.

Warnings: none, just fluff :)

Word count: 837

Part 2!

“For the record, I think you two being here is super weird.”

Upon hearing that Robin had a beautiful cousin--you--Steve and Eddie decided to accompany her to the airport to pick you up. She was standing at the baggage claim, Steve on her right and Eddie on her left, both fidgeting excitedly.

“You’re not gonna think it’s weird when she falls in love with me,” Steve argued. 

“Or me,” Eddie added. “You can’t win every battle, Harrington. That movie star smile’s got to be a dud on some women. I just hope one of them is Y/N.” He said your name dreamily.

“You guys don’t even know anything about her,” Robin snorted, crossing her arms.

“That’s what the ride back to Hawkins is for,” Eddie said. “We get in the car, we offer to let her choose the music--”

“We let her choose who to sit by in the car--” Steve continued.

“She’s sitting in the front with me. You losers are in the back.”

“Aw, come on--”

“Robin!”

You were waving wildly to your cousin as she spied you and ran to you, hugging you tightly. You laughed a bit as you swayed back and forth. Robin was always your favorite cousin; she was the only one remotely near your age. You decided to visit her at the start of your summer break, then you’d get home… eventually.

“Gosh, it’s so great to see you, Rob!” you exclaimed, breaking the hug. “You look amazing, I love what you’ve done with your hair!”

“She likes hair, you hear that, Munson?” Steve whispered, nudging Eddie’s side.

“You really think your hair is better than mine?” Eddie whispered back.

“It’s great to see you too!” Robin replied, speaking loudly to mask her friends’ banter. “How was your flight?”

“It was okay, a little cramped, so I’m glad to be off it! How long is the car ride home?”

“Less than an hour, but it’s going to feel longer,” Robin groaned. “You can thank the two weirdos behind me for that.”

You peered behind Robin to see the two boys suddenly stop fidgeting and smile goofily at you.

“Steve Harrington,” he extended his hand. “It’s Y/N, right?”

“Yep,” you said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you Steve, I’ve heard lots about you from Robin.”

“So you have,” Steve smirked, looking back at Eddie, who scoffed. “I’m hoping it’s all been good.”

“Oh sure, but you’re much better-looking in person.”

Steve blushed madly, laughing a bit.

“Robin told me you’re a fan of flattery,” you smiled, making Steve a little nervous. “Don’t worry, I meant what I said! And I also want to say thanks for taking care of my little Rob. She needs it!”

“Anytime.” Steve met your eyes and smiled, making you blush a bit. 

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2,879 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

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[lesbianrobin]

3, 8, 15 💕❤️💖

hi jas <3 <3 <3 thank u!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

i could literally make a bingo sheet for my own fics if i didn't think that would be an embarrassingly self-absorbed act so i shall provide a list that you might potentially make some sort of drinking game from:

steve and robin do some little weirdo thing to demonstrate that they are freakishly close, robin talks about a foreign film that i like, someone dies and people have to process it, steve cries, reference to steve winning prom king, steve cries, steve cries more, somebody else cries, genuinely i cannot write a fic or even a single chapter of a multichapter fic without making somebody cry it's a problem, please help me.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

oh i've always wanted to write an st fic inspired by "i know the end" by phoebe bridgers! i love the blend of intensely personal emotional turmoil and like the sense of smallness in the universe like you're insignificant but simultaneously feeling like you're maybe the only one in the universe. the surreal pseudo-science fiction vibe. the classic americana. when the sirens sound you'll hide under the floor but i'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado i'm gonna chase it i know i know i know......... either way we're not alone i'll find a new place to be from a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my friends no i'm not afraid to disappear the billboard said the end is near i turned around there was nothing there yeah i guess the end is here.....

i'd really love to write something kinda surreal and trippy with the st universe i love the idea of hawkins becoming a bit like night vale and bending reality and playing with the idea of converging universes. so i may try to write something like that someday idk i have so many fics in progress already lmao

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

ok so this fic is still in progress but my favorite au's gotta be young strangers. so far it's barely an au i must admit it's Technically all canon compliant and actually my original plan had been for it to be completely canon compliant!! but then s4 came out and the way max and eddie's plots went it became. unfathomable for me to stick to canon.

for those who haven't read young strangers the concept is that steve had an older brother who died prior to the start of the show, and originally i was just going to explore how that impacted his interiority yknow? i was going to focus on him processing and healing from his grief through his relationships with the kids and robin. but then s4 happened. and like max being suicidal and dying/becoming comatose because of the complicated feelings she has about billy's death + having eddie die right there in dustin's arms just seemed far too dark and it was impossible for me to reconcile those things with my goal in this fic. so! in the last half of the fic we're gonna be veering way off-course and i'm really excited for when this semester's over and i have some time to finish it up!!