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brimarie0512 · 8 months

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Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part fourteen

Slow burn

WC: 4.0k (4,013)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames

Warnings: pure smut this chapter, bulge kink, mxm, hickeys

Summery: You wake up to an empty bed and deciding you don’t want to be alone you make your way to Chan’s room. Little did you know he had a visitor in there already.

Chapter Fourteen “Aussie Boy’s”

Y/n’s pov

I woke up to an empty bed and a note on my nightstand from Changbin saying he had left to go to the gym. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but it was of no use. I decided I did not want to be alone in my room so I crawled out of bed and made my way to Chan’s room. I didn't knock because I did not want to risk waking him up so I slowly opened the door and snuck around it until I was on the other side. I turned around immediately to close the door gently and in doing so I didnt even notice the two bodies on the bed. That was until I heard a noise resembling a moan behind me. I turned around only to see Chan on top of Felix kissing down his neck.

“Channie, You know you can't leave marks with our comeback happening.” Felix said breathlessly.

With that I let a squeak sneak past my lips. I instantly felt my cheeks get hotter as I moved my hands to cover my eyes and turned around so my back was facing the room. This shouldn't have been a surprise since it is clear Chan has a soft spot for Felix and I already know about their situation but it was still surprising since I have never seen them like this and I was expecting a sleeping Chan in his bed. I heard some shuffling and whispering behind me before a voice spoke.

“Y/n, doll you can turn around.” Said Chan.

His voice was laced with worry when I was expecting anger. I did as I was told but I kept my hand over my eyes and my eyes casted down towards the ground.

“I am so sorry. I should go.” I said in a panic.

“No, please don't go.” This time it was Felix who spoke. His voice sounded desperate.

“Will you please look at us?” Chan said next.

I slowly dropped my hand and lifted my head allowing my eyes to follow until I was looking at the two on the bed. They are separated now. Boh covering themselves with the blanket but I could still see they were both shirtless.

“I am really sorry, I can leave. Really it's not a problem you two deserve some privacy.” I said frantically.

“Doll dont leave. What brought you in here in the first place?” Chan asked.

“Um… well Changbin had left and went to the gym and when I woke up I didn't want to be alone. I was just going to come in here and cuddle and try to sleep again. I thought you would still be asleep so I didn't want to knock and risk waking you up but clearly I should have knocked bec-” I was fumbling my words at this point just trying to get my point across to show how it was truly an accident but Chan cut me off.

“Doll calm down. It is okay, we aren't upset.” Chan said, trying to calm me down.

“Are you upset?” Felix said refusing to make eye contact looking at the blanket in his hands as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“No Lixie, not at all, I just feel bad about ruining it.” I said, telling nothing but the truth.

“No no, you didn't ruin anything at all sunshine.” Felix said finally making eye contact with me.

“Would you still like some company?” Chan asked, looking me up and down.

I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach as I nodded my head. Chan got out of bed and lifted the blanket telling me to get in between him and Felix. Chan of course was wearing nothing but boxers which was not a surprise. What was a surprise was that Felix was doing the same. As I climbed on the bed next to Felix I felt Chan sit back down behind me. Felix instantly took me into his arms, cuddling me. Chan also wrapped one of his hands around my waist loosely. Chan started slowly kissing the back of my neck, kneading my hip with his hand. Felix was kissing slowly at my collarbones. I couldn't help the whine that slipped past my lips.

“Is this okay doll? We wouldn't make you do anything you don't want to.” Chan said in between kisses.

“No, this is perfect.” I said breathlessly.

With that they picked up their movements and began lingering on each kiss making sure to suck and bite at me.

“Now we can't be marked but that doesn't mean we can't mark you.” Felix said with his head still placed at my chest.

Chan moved his hand up my body, slipping past my top to play with my breasts. Felix followed his lead and did the same to the other. Fleix used his other hand to bring my face to his kissing me passionately. Chan moved his body closer to mine allowing me to feel how hard he was behind me. I shifted so I was laying on my back, both of the boys still playing with my breasts and kissing down each side of my neck. I moved my hands to each of their boxers. By no surprise they were both hard so I started slowly stroking them through their boxers making them both moan and sigh at the same time. They lifted their heads away from me and withdrew their hands, making me whine at the loss of their touch. The feeling only lasted a second as they leaned over me to connect themselves in a passionate kiss. It was a new experience seeing them like this but I felt nothing but love. I felt their love and I knew they shared it with me as well. They trusted me to see their most vulnerable side and they were showing me that now. They broke away after a second and they both looked down at me. My hands staggered on their members and they took that moment to remove my top. Chan lifted my arms above my head as Felix started lifting my shirt above my chest. I lifted my head slightly allowing him to fully remove the offending fabric. In a second Felix was kissing his way back down my neck until he reached my chest. He played with one of my breasts in one hand while the other was occupying his mouth. I let out a moan from the stimulation and Chan saw this as his opportunity to remove my shorts and panties, I lifted my hips to help with the process until I was completely bare beneath them. Felix was still playing with my breasts while Chan laid between my thighs caressing and applying with them drawing little patterns with his finger tips. I slowly started moving my hips until Chan slipped his fingers through my wet folds. He then brought his wet fingers up to Felix who broke away from me just long enough to suck my juices off of Chan's fingers. One Felix was satisfied with his cleaning jib he returned back to my chest. Meanwhile Chan lowered his head until I could feel his breath over my cunt. It was intense even though he was barely doing anything. That was until he playfully licked over my clit making my breath stagger. He kept a playful pace leaving small kitten licks until he fully took my clit in his mouth playing with it and licking it as if it was the sweetest treat he's ever tasted. I felt the tight knot forming in my stomach as he kept up his pace causing me to clench around nothing. Just as I was about to snap Chan moved his face away just far enough for me to see the string of spit connecting from his bottom lit to my clit.

“Chanie… I was so close, why did yo-” I mumbled out whining until Chan plugged two of his fingers inside, cutting off my train of thought.

“Shhh doll, you will get what you want. Let me just have some fun first.” Chan said slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

Felix’s mouth was still attached to me, littering my chest and neck with marks but he had his eyes on Chan. Chan looked up and saw this making him pick up the pace of his fingers.

“We have to prep you first.” he said.

With that he went back to sucking on my clit while pumping his fingers in and out.

I felt the knot build again in seconds making my hips lift off the bed but Chan moved his other hand to hold me down as he continued his work. Soon enough I felt the white hot pleasure come over me as the knot snapped and I squeezed my eyes shut. Chan continued his work but slowed down allowing me to ride out my high without getting overstimulated. He withdrew his face and fingers after a few seconds of my heavy breathing. I felt so empty, suddenly wincing at the loss. I finally opened my eyes to see Felix once again sucking on Chan’s fingers. HE was humming around them, taking them as far as he could in his mouth. Felix pulled away with a loud pop as he released Chan.

“Sunshine, you taste amazing.” Felix said facing me.

At this point I already felt dumb so I just giggled at his comment.

“Are you feeling up to a bit more?” Chan asked.

I nodded my head and he gave Felix a look communicating with no words. Chan got up on his knees between my thighs still and moved to sit next to me. He propositioned me to sit in between his legs and have my head back on his chest. Chan moved his thighs and used his hands to move mine as well leaving me out in the open. Felix moved to stand up and remove his boxers. I looked at him in shock. He was a little slimmer than Chan but he made up for that in length. He looked like he would fill me up perfectly and reach every spot. Felix then climbed back on the bed and kneeled between my legs. He lowered himself, placing a hand on my cheek and bringing me into a passionate kiss.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked, keeping his forehead pressed to mine making us share the same breath.

“Absolutely… please Lix, need you.” I said bringing his lips back to mine.

With that he moved to position himself at my center. He moved his tip up and down my center making me take a deep breath before he started to push in. The first few inches fit nice, both of us breathing heavily while he slowly rocked in and out. Behind me Chan had one hand around my waist to hold me down while his other drew random shapes on my stomach. Felix slowly started pushing in more of his length as he rocked in. Once at a halt he paused for a second allowing both of us to adjust to the feeling. Suddenly I heard Chan gasp behind me as I looked down at us. I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at and that is when I noticed a slight bump on my lower stomach protruding from the inside.

“Holy shit.” I said looking down in shock.

“Thats hot as fuck. Lix move a bit.” Chan said, still staring.

With that Felix moved out a little watching the bump disappear until he rocked back in allowing it to show again. We all watched for a second until Felix started rocking in and out at a steady pace. Chan looked down at me and used one of his hands to guide me to his mouth bringing me in for a searing kiss. Felix’s pace picked up slightly causing me to moan into Chan’s mouth. It wasn't anything too intense. He was still making love while we chased our highs. That was until Chan moved his hand to press on where we could see Felix’s bulge in me. Chan applied a small amount of pressure but it made everything feel more intense as Felix and I moaned in unison. With this added pressure Felix picked his pace more absolutely destroying me making me moan out nothing his name. Felix leaned down and over my shoulder as he and Chn once again started making out over me once again. With this view I felt the knot inside of me snap as I mewled out in pleasure. Just like Chan, Felix did not stop immediately but he did slow down his pace until I was breathing normally again. Once I regained myself Felix pulled out with a lewd squish from my wetness.

“Holy shit, that was hot.” Chan said smiling.

“I.. I didn't know that could happen.” Felix said in shock.

“Neither did I, I've never had someone who could get that deep.” I said also in shock.

We all sat there for a second still in awe until Felix climbed up on the bed next to us. Chan tapped my side motioning for me to sit up so I did. Chan then got off the bed going to the end of the bed. He grabbed both of my ankles, dragging me to him. ]

“I hope you're not done already doll. It's my turn now.” He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

I nodded my head telling him I was ready for more and with that he flipped me over on my stomach. He then grabbed my waist pulling up making me sit on my knees with my head tilted to the side on the bed. I heard his shuffling behind me and then I felt his tip at my entrance.

“Do you think you are prepped enough?” He asked as he slid his tip up and down my center collecting my juices.

“Yes Channie, please.” I said, shaking my ass a little to tempt him.

With no warning he slid half of his member inside making me moan. He did what Felix had slowly rocking in and out until he had all of him inside of me. He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand as the other rested on my hip. He pulled, making me whine and look up. At this angle I could feel him so deep inside but I could also see Felix watching us with lust floating behind his eyes.

“Why don't you be a good girl and help our little Lixie out hmm?” Chan asked from behind me as he dropped my head on Felix’s lap.

I stuck out my tongue allowing Felix to put his tip in my mouth. I started slowly licking around the tip and slowly lowered myself some. Chan was still as he sat inside me. After a few seconds I brought my head back up his shaft and that is when Chan started rocking into me already at a heavy pace. This forced me back down on Felix as I gagged. I heard a moan above me. And when I lifted my head enough I could see Felix had his eyes closed. Chan once again pushed himself in rough making me take Felix. He moaned once again and this caused Chan to speed up. The bed was rocking like crazy but none of us could care so immersed in pleasure. The pace that Chan had set left me with no time to breathe as I took Felix down my throat. I felt Chan snake his hand around my waist and he started playing with my clit. This made me moan down Felix’s shaft and made him moan in return. My walls were spasming around Chan as the knot approached once again. With Chan’s rough pace Felix slipped from my mouth finally allowing me to breathe between my moans. Soon enough I was thrown over the edge of pleasure and that is when Chan slowed down. Once everyone caught their breath Chan slipped out and laid me on my back. I lifted my head slightly and saw that his cock was still incredibly hard. That is when I realized neither of them had gotten to cum. They both stopped once I reached my climax.

“Neither of you finished.” I said looking at them.

“Don't worry about us doll.” Chan said as he slightly stretched still standing at the foot of the bed.

“But I feel bad.” I said, whining slightly.

“Shh there's no need, we've got it covered, we just wanted to make you feel good. Now it's our turn.” Chan said walking over to the side of the bed Felix was on.

I looked at them curiously but before either of them could notice Chan was leaning down making out with Felix while holding his cheek the same way he does with me. Chan then placed one of his knees on the bed in between Felix’s thighs. This allowed them to be closer and for Chan to push into Felix as they kissed. Chan took one of his hands away from Felix’s face and slowly dragged it down Felix’s body making sure to play with his nipples on the way down. He made his way to his waist and played with his v-line slightly dragging his fingers over the defined muscles. Felix began whining in his mouth until Chan finally took Felix in his hand and began stroking at a very slow pace. He stayed content like this for a moment.

“Chan I.. I need more.” Felix whined out.

With that Chan took his hands away completely and broke from his lips. This caused Felix to whine more but Chan just took his hands to pull him up. Chan positioned him on his knees with his back arched and his face in the sheets much like he did with me. Then Chan crawled behind him, stroking himself a few times.

“Y/n doll, can you go in that top drawer and get me the lube?” Chan asked not moving his eyes away from Felix’s ass.

I nodded my head even though I knew he wasn't looking at me. I shuffled on the bed till I could reach the drawer and grab what Chan asked for. Once I had it I handed it to him watching in awe.

“Thank you, such a good girl.” He said leaning over to kiss me while taking the bottle.

He opened the cap and immediately poured some on Felix’s hole. He whined at this since it was probably cold but soon he was whining because Chan inserted two fingers. Chan started scissoring his fingers while inside of Felix making him whine and moan. After properly working him open he took his fingers out and used the remaining lube on his fingers to wet his cock. He stroked himself a few times before aligning his tip with Felix’s waiting hole. He slowly pushed in making Felix go silent. He entered about half way and began a soft motion of rocking back and forth. After a minute of this he stopped while half inside and began pushing the rest of his length in. It was a mesmerizing sight to see as I just sat besides them watching Chan absolutely ruin Felix after he was just fucking me sensless. Chan sped up his pace making Fleix squeak with every thrust. This was a large contrast compared to his normally deep voice. I found myself staring at where they were connected, that was until I allowed my feet to carry me off the bed. I was uneasy when I first stood but I caught my balance. I saw Chan look over at me with concern but I gave him a smile to tell him I was fine. I made my way to the end of the bed where Felix’s head was resting. I brought myself to my knees in order to be eye level with him. I began stroking his hair as he laid there drooling absolutely fucked out. I then slowly lifted his head so he could look at me.

“How are you doing, Lix?” I asked, still stroking his hair as he looked at me.

“Oh my… So good. So fucking good.” He said back as Chan looked down at us.

Chan delivered a slap to Felix’s ass and that made Felix break. I saw his eyes gloss over treating to spill with tears of pleasure and pain. I held his head in my hands and began kissing at his face. First his forehead, then each cheek, finally landing on his lips. We sloppily made out but it was keeping him grounded and god he just tasted so good it was intoxicating. Chan delivered another slap to his ass causing him to moan into my mouth and push him over the edge finally allowing himself the release he needed. However Chan didn't stop this time. He kept up his fast pace chasing his own high. Felix was completely fucked out and mumbling. I laid his head down carefully placing a final kiss on his temple. I stood to make my way to Chan, when I finally reached him I brought him into a kiss. He used one hand to hold onto Felix’s waist and he brought the other around my waist pulling me as close as he could. Once he had me in his grasp he finally came releasing his seed deep into Felix who was still whining. Chan slowed down significantly until he came to a stop. He carefully pulled out of Felix and took a moment to breathe. Chan pulled me on top of him just holding my body close for a minute. After a few minutes of silence and breathing he spoke up.

“We should really clean up.” Chan said.

“Is Lix even alive?” I asked, looking over at his body. He gave me a thumbs up and dropped his arm once again.

“Oh trust me, he's had a lot worse, that was nothing.” Chan said giggling slightly.

“Damn y'all are some freaks then…. Can't wait.” I said laughing at the end.

Chan tickled me because of my comment and then slowly slid me off of his body and on to the bed. He stood up and held out his hand to me. I stood and once he was sure I was fine he moved on to Felix. He pulled him up on his feet and held his body up. Chan led Felix to the bathroom and then came back for me even though I told him I could walk fine he insisted. We all showered together, keeping our hand to ourselves for the most part. Chan washed mine and Felix’s hair and body before doing his own. When we got out he wrapped us in towels while he went to get us some comfy clothes. He returned and we all got dressed. Chan also changed the sheets and once everything was set back up we all cuddled in bed with me between them once again.

“Was that okay doll?” Chan asked me while playing with my hair behind me.

I rolled over slightly to face him while I spoke. “That was more than okay, that was amazing, thank you for taking care of me and allowing me to see the love between you two.”

“I am glad you enjoyed yourself.” Chan said.

“That was truly amazing.” Felix said finally joining the conversation.

“It was, and wow Lix you are so hot, I did not know you had that in you.” I said looking at him now.

Felix blushed and hid his face in my neck.

“We should nap for a little, we still have dinner tonight and then work tomorrow.” Chan said being the leader that he is.

“A nap sounds good.” I said.

“A nap sounds perfect right now.” Felix said laughing.

We laughed along with Felix before settling into a comfortable silence until sleep overtook us.

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sp0o0kylights · 9 months

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Part One / Part Two--you are here/ Part Three

Hellfire did in fact, have cookies to sell.

More than cookies, which Dustin practically preened over when Eddie dragged himself back to their table.

The ornaments they had made were still there, but now the centerpiece was an array of baked goods. Spread out in a spiral, it started from the large cake in the center and spun out into miniature cookies held in tiny decorated bags, all while Harrington stood over them like a proud parent.

It smelled mockingly delicious.

Eddie glared at the display, resisting the urge to upend the whole thing onto the floor.

Cookies and cakes and (--was that frickin bread pudding?) whatever other treats Harrington had shown up with might look good, but Eddie didn’t trust it.

Didn’t trust Harrington, even if the bastard had never really done anything himself--but then, he never had to, had he?

That was the point of all that money, after all. So he could pay other people to do his dirty work while he kept his hands squeaky clean.

“Inch a bit to the left--there, stop!” Harrington was saying, like the bossy asshole he was.

Like he thought he could just come in and expect everyone to follow his lead.

“Perfect! Now don’t touch it.”

God, Eddie had to nip this in the butt, now. Before King Horrorton harassed his sheep all day, and cemented the club's undeserved bad name in the minds of Hawkins.

“Dustin what did I just say--”

Eddie stepped up to the front of their table, preparing himself for war.

Looked over to his friends knowing they'd likely need a nod of reassurance. A show from him that said he had this handled.

There was no cowering.

No pleading, helpless, 'What do we do Eddie!?' gazes aimed his direction.

Hellfire wasn’t even looking at him, and not because they were all avoiding Harrington's line of sight.

No, the fucking traiters were flanking the King. Like they were buddies with the bastard instead of mortal enemies.

“Hey, Ed’s, Harrington brought pies. Cakes too!” Gareth said around a mouthful of cookie when he noticed Eddie standing before him.

It came out a garbled mess, but years of experience had Eddie understanding him anyway.

Jeff was busy playing what sounded like twenty fucking questions regarding the setup, and even Grant appeared comfortable, happily letting Harrington order him around as they finished setting up.

Like this was some kind of cutesy Disney movie where they all held hands and sang songs instead of a hostile takeover situation.

Eddie’s eye twitched.

Sensing a disturbance in the force, Jeff looked up and immediately interrupted himself to point to a series of red and green cookies placed dead center, delighted.

“Check it out man, Steve made some shaped like dice!”

(And he did say ‘Steve.’

Not Harrington, or This Asshole, or The Invading Evil Forces of Darkness.

Just Steve, like Steve was someone Jeff hung out with everyday.

Jeff’s cleric was a dead elf walking.)

Eddie took note of what was in fact, dice cookies.

He hated how good they looked.

“There’s four flavors.” Steve told him, cocky little grin on his face as he observed his work. “Chocolate chip, peanut butter, snickerdoodle--and the dice ones are sugar cookies.”

He licked his lips before finally turning to look at Eddie, hair curling over his face and making him wave a hand to brush them out of his eyes.

Eddie hated how good he looked too.

‘Hate, hate, hate, absolutely loathe-’

“Great, sure, wonderful.” Eddie managed, though given the look Grant and Jeff both shot him it might have come out as more of a growl.

Dustin rolled his eyes, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice that Hellfire’s other two youngest hadn’t dared to show their faces yet.

Likely they knew Eddie was having an absolute meltdown over Steve’s presence and were waiting for his reaction to blow over.

(Their characters were dead too.)

“I have two full cakes--one chocolate, on vanilla--and a few individual slices we can sell.” Steve was continuing, as if Eddie wasn’t glaring a hole in his forehead. “Those did really well last year when I made them for the basketball team.”

Insults fought for space on Eddie’s tongue, but he managed to roll a 20 to pick the best one, opening his mouth to let it fly.

"Harr-" is as far as he got before he was rudely interrupted.

“Steve? Is that you?” A woman Eddie didn’t recognize but was clearly someone's mom came up cautiously to the table, side eyeing the Hellfire banner like a nervous horse. “That can’t be your famous tiramisu, is it?”

Steve beamed at her. “Well hi Miss Carpenter. It is!”

Eddie was bumped aside by a massive purse, the woman not even glancing in his direction as she stepped up to the table.

With a sneer, he finally slumped to the back of their little spot as Miss Carpenter looked over all Steve’s (not Hellfire’s and absolutely not Eddie’s) offerings.

Didn’t care to wipe it off right then, even if he knew he needed to if he wanted to make sales.

Jeff sent him a look.

The same one he usually aimed Eddie’s way when he thought Eddie’s antics were going to cause problems.

He ignored it, on grounds that traitors don’t get to be judgy.

“Oh,” Miss Caprtender tittered, the draw of Harrington’s baked goods clearly overcoming whatever fear she had about Hellfire. “Well I just can’t pass that up. The swim team meets aren’t the same without you!”

Eddie pretended to gag.

Waited for her to comment on Hellfire--their clothes, their music, hell even the length of Eddie’s hair--and found he was almost disappointed when there wasn't even a single question about why Hawkins precious golden child was slumming it with the weirdos.

Instead, Miss Carpenter's hand went fishing in her purse for her wallet as she loudly called out over her shoulder, to, presumably another annoying woman;

“Terry, Steve’s here! He’s been baking!”

For two terrifying seconds, there was a notable dip in the conversations around them.

Grant’s eyes went wide as several women responded to the announcement like dogs hearing food hit the floor, and within seconds their table was absolutely swarmed by the mothers of Hawkins.

Even Eddie was taken aback at the sheer number of them.

“Hold, men, hold.” Dustin cautioned as Jeff and Grant both flinched. “Come on, we need to get our gold!”

“They’re scary though.” Gareth whispered in horror as four women tried to talk at once, jostling each other so hard they shook the table menacingly.

“Ladies, ladies there’s enough here for everyone!” Steve laughed, showing off his disgustingly cute dimples as he did, getting several of the mom’s to blush at their own behavior in the process.

The sheer amount of attention of course, drew in even more people, and Dustin quickly took up directing, planting Jeff and Grant at either end of their table while he and Steve fended off the hoard from the front.

(Given the way he and Steve were equally ordering Hellfire around, Eddie finally knew where the little shit had picked that attitude up from. He was going to have to cure Dustin of it, ASAP. )

“Here you go Miss Harper.” Steve said sweetly, handing over yet another stack of baked goods.

Without turning his head, and in the tone of voice one used to warn a misbehaving dog, he added; “Gareth don’t think I can’t fucking see you, get back up here.”

Caught trying to sink under the table with another cookie in his mouth, Gareth found himself hauled back to his feet by his collar, putting a snarl on Eddie’s face immediately.

“Hey--” He started, defensive and more than ready to intercede, except Gareth wasn’t flinching or cursing or doing that thing he did with his mouth when he was desperately trying to hold in his temper.

Instead he was giving a sheepish grin and a half-assed apology while he hung in Harrington’s grasp, before doing what the guy told him to do.

(It did not help that Steve patted him on the shoulder when he released him, before handing Gareth a third fucking cookie.)

Eddie’s eye twitched a second time.

(He told it to knock it off.

It didn’t listen.)

No one acknowledged Eddie or his outburst, which meant he was just skulking behind the boys while they all worked.

Arms crossed, rings tapping a rhythm on his forearm, far too keyed up to do anything other than glare at the back of Harrington's skull.

The King seemed perfectly happy to ignore him.

Likewise, Gareth and Grant knew better than to bother him when he was in a snit.

Henderson made the occasional snappy little comment, but the brat had mostly left him alone now that they were well into the swing of selling, chortling over the increasing stack of cash Steve kept trying to get him to put into a “safe place.”

Eddie was seconds away from walking up and snatching the cash himself when Jeff decided it was on him to attempt the impossible.

Get him to help Harrington.

“More hands would be nice, Eddie!” Jeff called, looking more than a little harassed as the mom he was helping changed her order a second time, snaking out the last single slice of chocolate cake from another mom who was eyeing it. “Steve and I could really use your assistance over here!”

Eddie’s glare, which had been doing its level best to try and vaporize the King’s brain, switched targets instantly.

“I’m supervising.”

Jeff made a face like he was about to argue, but the King beat him to it.

“It must be tough,” Harrington said, tilting his head to look back towards Eddie, “to supervise people who are working so much harder than you.”

Which promptly set the mood for the next full hour.

xXx

Harrington was matching him tit for tat.

Every shitty, sneered word out of Eddie’s mouth was met with an equally mean toned barb, though given the repeated looks everyone kept shooting him, Eddie was very much considered the aggressor here.

A fact he cannot believe is coming from his own friends.

What happened to comradery? To Eddie stepping in and protecting them, from the likes of people just like Harrington?

But no, Eddie makes one fucking comment about how the cookies are probably half hair-spray and suddenly he’s the bad guy.

(Nevermind that Steve had fired right back, telling Eddie that any hair-spray taste was probably from all the drugs he did.)

Was somewhat, halfway--okay maybe amazing, Eddie might have snuck a cookie himself--food really all it took to get them all to turn on him like this?

Erase the years of Eddie being their shield?

Act like Harrington wasn’t just as bitchy and awful as he had been in high school (even if he was, admittedly, being nicer about it all right now? Almost--aloof, like he couldn’t figure out why Eddie hated him so much, but likewise wasn’t going to take even one eye roll sitting down--and no, no, Eddie wasn't derailing this by thinking about Harrington's stupid eyes, he wasn't!)

Frankly he would have flipped them all the bird and stormed off, if it weren’t for the increasingly weird little comments people were making.

‘Oh Steve, it's a shock to see you here.’

‘Are you doing someone a favor?’

‘You know Pastor Jim said something about this game…’

The last one had put Eddie’s teeth on edge, even if Dustin had brushed it off. It hadn’t been aimed at Steve directly but the women saying it had absolutely been looking at the King, as if waiting for his reaction.

Not that Harrington would take the bait this soon, though.

There were too many people buying fricken…cupcakes and shit, while Horrorton enjoyed the attention of the masses.

Eventually this tiny crowd would die down though, and that’s when Steve would change his tune. Start answering some of the questions he seemed to be dodging as more and more people got braver about coming up to the table.

This whole thing was a ticking time bomb, and Eddie would be ready when it inevitably blew.

To defend his table, his club, his friends.

Even Henderson, who absolutely didn’t deserve it just then.

“Dude perk up would you? You look like you’re going to stab somebody.” Jeff hissed at him ten minutes later, when there was finally a break in the flood.

Eddie ignored him in place of taking stock of the table. (And maybe, sneaking another cookie.)

“Hope you brought more than this, Harrington.” He said, knowing he sounded like a stuck up ass and not feeling an iota of guilt about it. “Unless you plan to run home and bake more like a good little housewife.”

“Dude.” Grant said, casting him a look like King Dick might leave and take the cookies with him.

“Oh I brought more.” Harrington dismissed, with a small flick of his fingers. “And I’ll have you know you’d never find a housewife more perfect than I am, Munson.”

Then he turned to nail Eddie with the most shit eating grin he’d ever seen the King wear.

Facing flaming a brilliant red, Eddie sputtered for a second before finally getting ahold of himself and spitting;

“How delightful. I--”

“Okay.” Jeff cut in, forever the mediator. “Gary, Dustin can you help Steve pull the extra stuff out from under the tables? While I go talk to Eddie?”

“Can I try the tiramisu?” Gareth asked, inching hopefully towards the treat while keeping an eye on Harrington’s hands, lest he get smacked again.

“Only if you’re a good boy.” Harrington told him sarcastically and goddammit why did that make Eddie blush harder!?

Jeff sighed, before grabbing his arm and hauling Eddie back, away from the table, right as a younger man in some stupid sport’s jacket asked questions about one of the dice cookies.

“Look I get it man, I do,” Jeff started, voice talking in the sort of wheelding, pleading tone it did when he really wanted something and knew Eddie was opposed. “but Steve’s been super cool. We might actually make money off this, and he’s giving us all of it. Can you just… not antagonize him for five minutes?”

Eddie stared at his best friend in abject horror.

“You couldn’t have talked to him for more than twenty minutes total. Half of which he spent bitching that you were bagging a cake wrong! At what point was Harrington "being cool!?"

The asterisks were made by his fingers, which Eddie mockingly framed his face with.

He got a flat, unimpressed stare in return.

“It was a very informative twenty minutes and he was right about the cake. Now are you going to help or are you going to glower in the corner?”

Eddie gaped.

“I cannot believe you right now--”

Jeff didn’t even wait to hear him out.

“You’ve chosen to glower. I can’t help you man, but we’d all have a much better day if you weren’t at Harrington’s throat every five seconds.” Jeff turned smoothly on his heel.

Over his shoulder he added; “Seriously, don’t come back until you’ve worked your way out of your snit.”

Shocked, Eddie watched Jeff float back to the front, inserting himself easily between Grant and Steve and immediately striking up a conversation.

With the enemy.

“I didn’t know you baked.” Jeff told Steve loudly (and very obviously, for Eddie to see.)

Steve gave a bashful little smile, then shrugged. “It’s a hobby. Got into it back when the basketball team needed to fundraise a few years ago and Tommy’s mom got it in her head we should sell home baked goods. Turns out its kinda fun.”

“Please never get out of it.” Gareth insisted, a piece of God knows what crammed in his mouth.

“Dude, how many of those have you gotten into!? Stop eating the merchandise!” Dustin commanded, smacking at Gareth’s shoulder.

“I physically cannot stop man.” Gareth dodged, reaching out for another cookie. “I’m not sorry.”

Steve just laughed. All charming and buddy-buddy, like it was natural for him to be here.

Wearing a Hellfire shirt. Making jokes and teasing the guys.

In Eddie’s fucking place.

He seethed, fingers twitching, and envisioned the very unsexy murder of one Steve Harrington.

Cartoon X’s for eyes and all.

xXx

Trouble didn't hit the table.

It in fact, seemed to stay away as if on purpose, to shove in Eddie's face that he was the one in the wrong here.

Even the questions toned done as the second wave of moms showed up, this round prompted by some former teammate of Steve’s Eddie didn’t recognize yelling about his apple pie.

Instead, Eddie’s wayward sheep finally made their appearance Mike and Lucas trying to sneak in as if Eddie wouldn’t notice during the new rush.

(Eddie himself almost caused trouble when he realized Lucas was wearing a Not-A-Hellfire shirt, which solved the mystery of where Harrington had gotten his.

He was inching his way towards them, a snarky word on his tongue when he saw Sinclair said something about how he was “already on Eddie’s shitlist for joining the basketball team,” in relation to what must have been a question about his Hellfire shirt, that caused Eddie to freeze.

With the air of a sad, wet kitten, Lucas followed it with; “I’m sure it won’t be long before he kicks me out of Hellfire anyway.”

Like he'd been punched in the gut, all the air left Eddie’s lungs.

Because before Lucas had said that, Eddie had been thinking it.

Not really--he’d never kick anyone out of Hellfire.

It was more that he'd thought about it in the way one does when you know you're in the right, and are having to resort to underhanded tactics to force the other party to come to their senses.

Like a sort of shitty, angry “I should kick you out, let you see what happens when you don’t have us!” kind of intervention.

The same kind he had heard the jocks sling before, when they were mad at each other and--God he wasn’t--he couldn’t be, like them...could he?

Like fucking Harrington, who oh fuck, was patting Lucas sympathetically on the shoulder and giving him some kind of whispered advice.

Sonovabitch.

“I’m going for a smoke.” Eddie bit out, vision tunneling.

He knew he needed to go sit down somewhere, before he fucking lost it in front of Hawkins, Harrington and everyone.

And wouldn’t that just be a treat for King Steve?

To watch Eddie realize he had turned into the very thing he hated, preached against, even?

That Steve was, maybe, possibly, doing a better job of following Eddie’s own Munson Doctrine than he was?

Eddie barely saw the room anymore--waived off whatever Grant was trying to say to him as flew past, shaking hands fishing for a desperately needed cigarette.

Maybe a hope and a prayer too, because apparently he needed it.

How long had he been like this?

Been a douchebag asshole?

Was it the whole year? More than? Or was it just now, with stupid Steve involved? Could he trace this back to that stupidly cute--no, no, annoying, asshole?

Was this some fucked up way of coping with his growing crush!?

Lost in thought and growing self hatred he nearly careened right into Robin Buckley.

Her slightly bent paper reindeer ears marked her as a memeber of the high school band, who had been absolutely butchering ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ a few minutes earlier.

Vaguely heard her yell Steve’s name as he ran off (because that’s what Eddie was doing. What he always did.

Run--from himself and his own fucking feelings, like a total cliche.)

--but didn’t take in that she was doing more than saying hi to, oh fuck him sideways--her friend.

Because she and Steve were friends now.

Good ones, if the freshmen were to be believed.

Rather than go outside and catastrophize in the cold, Eddie threw himself threw the doors at the end of the hall, then up the stairwell, to the second floor.

Tucked himself into a corner, right there by the stairs.

Sank down into a crouch, hands scrubbing up his face before tangling in his hair, head dropping between his knees, cigarette shoved into his mouth.

Somehow, Eddie decided, this was Steve’s fault.

He'd have come up with a reason for that, he was sure. A good one even, except he forgot one of the key features of his life.

He was a Munson, and as a general rule of life, nice neat things did not happen to Munson's--but they did get kicked while they were down.

“Okay, what happened?” Steve fucking Harrington asked, voice loudly echoing up the stairwell from down below, and Eddie threw his head back, nearly slamming it against the wall.

(Maybe he’d pissed off a witch. His life would make a lot more sense if someone had cursed it.)

“She gave me her number!”

That was Buckley, the shrill timber identifiable even as she whispered the words.

Eddie can’t really see them without giving himself away--could probably make his escape if he got down and army-crawled past the railing he’s huddled by, but figured this is their fault anyway.

Not his problem if he overhears a private conversation because they’re both too stupid to check to see if someone was seated literally right up above them.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?" Steve was saying. "That’s what we wanted!”

“Is it!? What if she’s just, you know, giving it to me?”

“...I’m not following.”

“Like in a friend way. Not a--”

“Romantic way?”

Harrington has the smarts to say the words quietly. So quietly in fact, that had Eddie not been in the exact right position he wouldn’t have heard--but he almost swallowed his unlit (he should have lit it, maybe they'd have smelled the smoke and fucked off) cigarette anyway.

“Sssshh!” Robin hissed, and Eddie can’t see either of them but he imagined her jamming her hand over Harrington’s big fat mouth.

“Not so loud, Steve!”

“Sorry, God.” Sure enough, Harrington’s voice is muffled. “How did she give it to you? Did she say anything?”

“She asked if I want to hang out after band, but because I have that stupid family thing, I told her I couldn’t today, but I can literally any other day, and she said she’d call me, and I said--”

“Robs, breathe.”

“Don’t interrupt me, Dingus!” Robin said, voice shrill again, before she clearly listened to Harrington and took a breath.

It was big, and deep, and she blasted it back out loud enough for the fucking birds on the roof to hear.

In a calmer voice, Robin continued; “I said we never traded phone numbers so I didn’t have hers. She grabbed my arm and wrote her number on it. Look, she added a heart!”

“Okay, here you go! A hearts a good sign!"

And Harrington sounded--sounds happy for her, practically ecstatic, which doesn’t make much sense given Robin is talking about a ‘her’ and-

And-and-and--

Eddie’s always been quick to connect the dots.

It’s something he inherited from his old man. A Munson trait he’s tried to make his own through being an excellent DM (and not by robbing people blind or boosting cars.)

Here, the dots clearly screamed that Robin Buckley was trying to ask a woman out.

You know, in a gay way.

Which Harrington not only knew, but was supportive of.

Steve Harrington, who famously called Jonathan Byers' a queer before smashing the guy's beloved camera into the ground.

Eddie’s head exploded.

Or was in the process of exploding--he’s not entirely sure given the tunnel vision was back and his soul felt like it had exited his body entirely.

Just knew that his world was being remade for a second time in five minutes, and that he was dealing with it pretty damn poorly.

(Maybe God would be nice for once, and just give him the aneurism he clearly deserved.)

Which was of course, when trouble finally did decide to show face, in the form of Dustin Henderson barging through the doors and into Steve and Robin's little meeting.

Eddie knew, because Eddie could hear him.

“Steve! Steve we have a problem!”

“I’m busy Dustin--”

“Be busy later, we have an emergency on our hands!”

“And what, pray tell, do you think is an emergency?”

Eddie, who had instantly latched onto the conversation by the sheer need to have something distract him from his own thoughts, wondered the very same.

“Jason Carver showed up at the table, with a priest. They’re trying to do some whole kind of crazy sermon--is that a good enough emergency for you!?”

“Oh shit. ” Steve spat, at the same time Eddie yelled it from up high.

He sprang up, all thoughts of Robin and Steve knowing he’d eavesdropped vanishing entirely from his head as he lunged for the stairs.

Flew down them, because the thing he'd been waiting all fucking day for had finally happened.

He nearly crashed into Robin once again as he blew through the barely closed doors, Steve and Dustin already far ahead of him.

“Eddie?” Robin asked, voice noticeably nervous. "Were you--"

"Not now Starbuck, but we can talk later." Eddie told her, flying right past.

After he saved Hellfire.