#wayne welcomes him to their celebrations

[imgoom]

You don't have to be alone these holidays, Harrington. <3

[lovebugism]

shy! reader request: eddie & reader having their first sleepover? reader bein all cautious about her actions and if it’s ok and eddie seeing this just lifts up the blankets to the bed to welcome her in to snuggle :)

love love love this request! hope you enjoy :D — eddie tries to make his shy!gf feel at home in his trailer (fluff, new relationship hijinks, 2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Despite what people say, Eddie Munson does not drive like a maniac.

Correction— Eddie Munson doesn’t drive like a maniac when there’s a pretty girl in his van.

Even though you’re pretty much the first girl to be in his van period (and even though you wouldn’t consider yourself all that pretty), you’re glad to be an exception to the rule. Your panoply of anxieties couldn’t have handled anything more than the passably steady car ride from Benny’s Burgers to Forest Hills.

You don’t mean to let out a sigh of relief when he parks in his driveway.

Eddie grins and unlatches his seatbelt with a soft click at the same time you do. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks with eyes just as wild as his hair.

You shake your head with your lips pursed to the side, then peer at him from beneath your lashes. “After everything Steve said, I was expecting a lot worse,” you confess. And even though you duck away from him, Eddie can still see the small smile on your petaled mouth. Just as quiet as you are.

“Well, one, don’t listen to anything Steve says, okay? Like, ever,” Eddie cajoles lightheartedly. “And two, I don’t drive crazy when I have precious cargo sitting next to me, alright? Stevie’s just jealous ‘cause I think you’re prettier than he is.”

Your nose scrunches as you try to worm your way out of his compliment. “So you think Steve’s pretty?” you tease, already knowing the answer.

He scoffs. “Totally! Just not pretty like you. And don’t tell him I said that either— It’ll just go to his hair.”

The incorrect turn of phrase makes you giggle.

He turns his knees towards the door and curls his fingers around the latch. “Wait for me a second, will ya?” you hear him mumble before he hops to the ground. He slams the door shut behind him and rounds the hood on his way to you — sneakers crunching against the gravel, momentarily aglow with yellow headlights.

He’d done this before at the diner. You wait patiently for his arrival like you did then, even though you feel a bit silly doing so. You’re more than capable of getting out yourself, but Eddie always insists. 

He opens the passenger side door for you with a tightlipped, lopsided grin and holds his free hand out towards you. His fingers are larger and much warmer than yours as they wrap around your palm to guide you out. 

The van isn’t that high up off the ground, really. He just likes to hold your hand.

You don’t mind it, though. You’ll take any opportunity to hold him back.

He leads you up the driveway and inside the trailer with his hand entwined with yours. “Wayne’s not here?” you murmur when you’re finally inside, noticing how quiet and empty the place is. 

Though maybe empty’s not the right word. The place is filled with stuff — old furniture, a collection of mugs, and various other necessities. Not a mess, just an organized chaos of miscellaneous clutter. It feels like a home. Like a place that’s been lived in.

“No. He’s at work. Graveyard shift,” Eddie answers, tossing his keys onto the coffee table with a high-pitched clack. 

He starts to shrug off his leather jacket and notices how squirrelly you seem, all skittish with your face twisted with a distant worry. Your neck twitches softly, head tilting once to the side and back up again. Your quiet concern becomes his own.

His brows raise, hidden beneath his curly bangs, as he slides the fabric down his tattooed arms. “Is that okay?” he wonders, eyes wide and twinkling with apprehension.

“Yeah!” you answer, louder and quicker than you mean to. You’re obviously overcompensating, but you shrug it off anyway. You smile sweetly at him, even though it wavers at the edges, and tilt your cheek to your shoulder. “I was just— It was just a question.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“‘Cause it’s okay if you don’t wanna stay the night,” Eddie assures you, giving you an out so you don’t have to make one yourself. “It’s whatever, you know? Give me the word, and I’ll take you back home. I’ll just spend the night all alone… In an empty trailer… In bed all by myself…”

His quiet smirk widens to a broader beam when he nears you. His pale hands curl around your arms, the faded bats below his thumb sitting neatly outside your elbow. 

He’s joking, of course. Well, not about the taking you home part, but about all the rest of it. 

He thinks he’d die if he ever made you feel anything less than totally safe. Dying would feel easier, at least. He’d never make you feel bad about being anxious, or coerce you into hiding your feelings for his sake. He cares about you far too much for any of that.

So his tense heart rests a bit when you smile.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, quiet but still sincere. 

The boy brightens all at once. Excited in such an innocent, boyish way. “So I get to kiss you all night long?” he wonders in a disbelieving murmur.

“Only if you want,” you answer with burning cheeks and clammy hands.

“Well, I do want… I want very much…”

He kisses you then, until your lungs run out of air. Standing together in the middle of his living room, lit by so many yellow lamps, with the croaking of frogs and the chittering of crickets sounding in the navy blue night.

He pulls away sometime after. Maybe a second. Maybe an eon or more. He recovers from being so ardently kissed much quicker than you do and guides you down the short hallway to the single bedroom. You still feel the imprint of his mouth against yours, like he’s still there. 

Your lips tingle with longing, grieving the lack of him.

You still make him turn around before you change, though.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he teases from the very center of his mattress, right before turning onto his stomach and shoving his face into the pillow.

“It’s different,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, as you slide the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders. The fabric falls to the carpeted floor in a puddle at your feet. You make quick work of redressing, as though there were some kinda time limit to what you had asked of him.

“I know,” he replies, muffled into the cushion his cheek is smushed against. “You’re still pretty, though.”

“You can’t even see me,” you argue and slide a pair of frilly sleep shorts over your thighs.

“I’d still think you were pretty even if I never saw you again.”

“Jeez,” you laugh, shoving your head through the neckline of a band-tee older than you are.

“…That sounded kinda morbid, huh?”

You giggle again. This time because his voice is still smothered into the pillow, stifled and utterly faint. “Just a little,” you answer.

“Well, it was supposed to be a compliment.”

“I know. You can turn around now.”

Eddie lifts his wild head and peeks at you over his shoulder, one eye squinted shut just in case he heard you wrong.

You’re less dressed up than before, but still as pretty as you were ten minutes ago. 

The subtle domesticity of seeing you in pajamas makes his chest ache. It’s like doing laundry or making a shopping list — something so utterly mundane that’s so strikingly tender.

“Pretty,” Eddie mumbles some moments later, when his brain forgets every word but that one.

“Shut up.”

Your hands wring together as you idle at his bedside, like you need some kinda invitation to come closer. Your head tilts again, a gentle swaying of your head that seems almost involuntary.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Eddie wonders with a soft pink, inquisitive grin. 

‘Cause this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. You did it earlier, when you first walked in, and a couple times at the dinner. Like when you catch him staring or after he’s complimented you. It’s almost like you have some genuine aversion to his affection.

“Doing what?” you murmur, all innocent.

Eddie swings his legs off the side of the mattress, socked feet melting into the carpet. His parted thighs are enough of an invitation as you settle intently between them. 

“That thing with your neck,” he answers when he’s fully upright. “The uh…” He replicates it for you, drops his cheek to his shoulder and brings it back up again. He doubts he looks nearly as cute as you do doing it.

You get so self-aware that your stomach starts to ache. “I don’t know,” you answer through the frog in your throat. “I do that sometimes, I guess— When I get nervous. I can’t really help it.”

“Nervous?” Eddie echoes, face twisted with sudden anguish. His hands reach for your wringing ones. He musters a shaking smile up at you. “Babe— Why are you nervous?”

You dig your bare feet into the carpet, shifting your weight and ducking your gaze like a nervous child. “‘Cause I haven’t slept over before. And I don’t really know what to… do. Like, what if I snore really loud? Or drool a lot? What if I accidentally punch you in my sleep or something?”

Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh in the face of your genuine worries, but it spills out before he can stop it. It’s so like you to stress yourself sick over something that’s about as likely to happen as getting struck by lightning.

“I’d probably like you more, honestly,” he answers, giving your clammy hands a gentle squeeze. His nose scrunches until the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You’re too perfect. You need something to humble you.”

“Don’t be nice to me, I’m being serious.”

“If it’ll make you feel better, I can sleep on the couch. Or on the floor or something—”

“It’s your house, Eds.”

“Well, I’m not making you sleep on the couch, and especially not on the floor. Even if I was that big of an asshole, I think Uncle Wayne would kill me.” He grows suddenly serious a second later. Still smiling, but with something more earnest in his eyes. “But… I do think we’d be more comfortable, you know, in a bed. Together.”

He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it. Not because you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him, but because you’re too anxious to let yourself enjoy a good thing.

“I’m just bad at sleepovers, I think,” you confess in a tiny voice, like that fact isn’t utterly obvious now. “Like, one time, I was at a friend’s house in middle school, and I used a poster as a blanket ‘cause I was too scared to ask for a real one.”

Eddie’s smile widens. The rose petal expression blooms so large it makes his cheeks hurt. 

“Of course, you did,” the boy says with a shake of his head, frizzy curls swaying around the outsides of his jaw. “You’re so damn cute, you know that?”

You make a vague, grumbly noise of disdain right before Eddie wraps you in his arms. He pulls you softly down until you’re sitting on his jean-clad thighs, then buries his face into your shoulder. You smell like the soap you showered with and the burgers you ate and the perfume you put on just for him.

Eddie presses his lips there, to your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt has dipped slightly down. He lingers there for a moment, then pulls away with a soft smack.

“I promise to make this the best damn sleepover you’ve ever had in your life,” he promises, muffled from where his nose is smushed into your neck.

“Yeah?” you mumble into the curls tickling your chin.

He nods, still pressed against you. “And I promise to tuck you in before bed so you don’t have to go using my posters as blankets, either.”

You push him away with a half-hearted hand. His boyish laughter paints the tiny bedroom golden. He pulls you back a second later, and you melt into him without thinking twice.

[emo-batboy]

Battinson Guest Starring on TV Shows

SO

For someone who holds the title of Richest Man in the World, Bruce doesn’t do a lot of traveling.

Which is to say he does a LOT of traveling, but he always tries to find a way out of it.

(Are there bat-related reasons for this? Are there people-related reasons for this? Are there anxiety-related reasons for this? Who knows?)

But partners and sponsors aren’t always going to tolerate his hermit-like tendencies. So once every month or so, Alfred wrangles Bruce into a private jet and sends him off to who knows where so he can represent the company.

Usually, it’s somewhere close on the East Coast, maybe it’s across the pond, even Asia isn’t off the table, but the rarest place to spot Bruce Wayne is actually the West Coast of the US.

One day, it is announced that Bruce Wayne will be spending two (count ‘em, 2) consecutive weeks in California with his kids for some grand business convention.

The West Coast media goes feral with the news, ESPECIALLY interviewers. And because Bruce kicks up such a fuss this time, Alfred has the gall to sign him up for FOUR TV appearances.

Here are these appearances :)

RuPaul’s Drag Race

Drag Queens, especially Drag Race all-stars, contribute to a wide variety of charities

So on a new episode, the queens are challenged to design and shoot a promotional ad for their own charity

And who better to act as a guest judge for this episode than the show’s largest benefactor, CEO of the Wayne Foundation, Bruce Wayne?!

Physically? He’s older than half of the contestants. But spiritually? He screams Baby Gay.

Fifteen minutes into the episode, Bruce is welcomed into the werkroom where he gives them pointers on their campaign. He’s in his cute little three-piece suit (Alfred’s idea) with the intention of looking put-together and knowledgeable. But that’s not the only outcome.

They all flirt with him. Everyone, single or taken. The confessionals are so thirsty.

“He’s lucky the cameras are on. Otherwise, I’d eat him up faster than a bachelorette party in a buffet line.”

“My celebrity crush is talking to me, and all I can focus on are his gorgeous eyes. How am I supposed to know what he's saying?”

Of course, they shoot their shot, but most of it is joking since they don't know he's bi yet.

“Are you single, honey?” Bruce blushes. “It’s complicated.” “Well, I’ll make it simple for you.”

We all know this man can't handle being flirted with. We saw how he froze when Selina did it. It’s like he mentally bluescreens when someone calls him a pet name.

Only THEN do they learn he's bi

One of the queens jokingly asks him, “Ever been with a man before?” thinking it would be a firm no, but Bruce says, “Actually, yes.” “Oh shit, really?” And to Bruce’s embarrassment, the whole room hears him.

The flirting is thus taken up a notch.

On the main stage, Bruce has a lot of great constructive criticism. He talks about how to find the right audience, the importance of a good slogan, and even goes on a little rant about logo design.

(You cannot convince me that Bruce hasn’t hyperfixated on the business of charity work before. Or the science of marketing. They’re his favorite business topics.)

After about three minutes of him complimenting one contestant for their Drag Library pitch, he stops himself mid-sentence and says, “Oh sorry, am I talking too much?” “No, please! Keep talking, sweetheart.” Bruce covers his face to hide his blush. “Why is everyone flirting with me?” “Baby, have you seen yourself?”

While the judges deliberate, RuPaul mentions Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve, and Talent. Bruce nods along for a while then suddenly just blurts out, “Wait, does it spell ****?”

The judges pause then burst out laughing. “Oh no, we’ve traumatized him!" Bruce is blushing up a storm. “I just never thought about it like that!” “Sweet, innocent Bruce. We’re so sorry.”

It’s later revealed that Bruce offered to help some of the queens launch their charity projects through the Wayne Foundation.

It’s v cute 🥰

Nailed It!

I love Nicole Byer.

She is Mother.

In all seriousness, she’s so fucking funny and she’s personable enough to pull Bruce out of his shell a bit.

The theme for this episode is Found Family. Three pairs of family members compete together—a gay father and his adopted son, an aunt who adopted her niece, and a stepfather and stepdaughter.

Because Bruce Wayne famously adopted two children, he is invited to guest judge.

So Nicole opens the episode with a zinger, the contestants are introduced, and Bruce is welcomed onto the judge’s panel beside Nicole and Jacques.

(Yes, Bruce does speak French. Yes, Nicole makes a joke about it being hot.)

Nicole: “We were surprised you accepted our invitation, Mr. Wayne. You’re notorious for staying on the East Coast. What brought you to the Nailed It! Studio?” Bruce: “My children love this show. They always tell me I should be on it since I’m so bad at baking.” Nicole: “Really? Maybe we should do a celebrity season of Nailed It! and have you compete.” Bruce: “No, you should not.”

Nicole: “So, Bruce, I know you have a butler at home who bakes for you. But what’s the grossest thing you’ve eaten? Escargot? Bad caviar?” Bruce: “I drank olive oil straight from the bottle once.” Nicole: “…What?”

The problem for Bruce is he can’t say anything bad. It just feels mean :(

(And he would rather jump into oncoming traffic than gamble with a social interaction)

For the first challenge, the contestants make cake pops. But when Bruce tries the first one, there is a sickening crunch. Bruce’s eyes widen for a second and he slowly chews.

Nicole: “What was that? Bruce, are you okay?” Bruce, clearly struggling: “It’s…good.”

“Bruce, you can spit it out. It’s okay.” “I already swallowed it.” “Oh, you poor thing.” Bruce chokes for a second, and Nicole pats his back. “Please don’t die. We can’t afford it.”

For the big challenge, production has a surprise in store for Bruce.

Dick (9) and Jason (7) run onto the set and smother Bruce with a hug.

It’s adorable. Bruce no longer cares about paying attention, okay? His kids are here :D

The two boys read from cue cards to announce the second challenge: a three-tiered Gotcha Day cake. And as per tradition, the winner of the first challenge gets a leg-up.

This time, it’s a Helping Hands Button. When they hit the button, Dick and Jason will run over and help them for three minutes. (While being supervised, of course.)

As the contestants bake, Nicole says hello to Dick and Jason, who are clambering all over Bruce like a jungle gym. They both shake her hand and talk about how they love the show.

Nicole looks pointedly at the two empty chairs beside Bruce. “You know, we brought these chairs for you two to sit in.” Dick, on Bruce’s shoulders: “We’re fine, Ms. Byer!” Nicole: “Ms. Byer? Oh, you’re a cutie, aren’t you?”

Just ten minutes before the challenge is over, the Helping Hands button is pressed, and Dick and Jason are given stools so they can help the aunt and niece stack their cake tiers.

Two minutes in, the aunt instructs them to let go of the cake. But the moment Jason pulls his hands away, the cake topples over and covers him in frosting. Jason, whispering: “Oh f*ck.” Bruce: “Jason!” Jason: “I didn’t say that! Dick did!” Nicole: *cackling as Bruce buried his face in his hands*

Jason gets cleaned up, and Dick helps them stack what can still be salvaged.

When Wes brings out the trophy, he’s dressed as Batman. Dick and Jason gets a kick out of that.

Celebrity Family Feud

Bruce was invited to the show after his SNL skit went viral a few months ago

This episode, the teams are split up by cities they grew up in. Gotham v. Star City. Naturally, his team is playing for the Wayne Foundation.

It’s a pretty odd cast of people, most of them having moved to LA or Hollywood. Bruce is the only one to still live in Gotham.

They have fun, though, despite their limited common ground. The audience has a few good laughs.

(Some at Bruce's expense)

Harvey: You're a very wealthy man, Mr. Wayne. What do you really do in that tower all day? Bruce: I, uh…business? Harvey: …You business. Bruce: ……Wait-

All in good fun. Bruce just vibes in his little corner until he needs to answer a question. It's pretty chill.

For exactly half of the episode.

Then it happens.

Steve Harvey takes two people from each team up to the buzzer and says, “We asked 100 people: Name something your parents always told you as a kid.”

What the production failed to consider is how this particular question might be a sensitive topic for some contestants.

Bruce’s team gets the question, and Steve saunters up to Bruce, completely oblivious.

“Alright, Bruce Wayne!” Bruce nods awkwardly. “Hi, Steve.” “Bruce, what’s wrong? You’re looking a bit uncomfortable.” “…I don’t like this question, Steve.” “Why not?” Bruce just gives him a desperate look, and it clicks. “Oh! Oh my gosh!”

Let’s be real. Bruce is awkward enough, but Steve Harvey cannot save an awkward moment for his life either.

But he tries his best anyway and asks, “Are you okay with answering this question, or would you like to pass?” Bruce nods frantically. “I can answer. ‘I love you.’” “I love you too, Mr. Wayne.” “No, uh, my answer is ‘I love you.’” “Oh! That’s a good one.”

Thankfully, the audience erupts in laughter. That little interaction cuts the tension, and Bruce’s answer ends up on the board.

And by god, the memes

“I love you too, Mr. Wayne” is the new “Enjoy your meal.” “You too.”

The audio clip of “I don’t like this question, Steve” goes viral on TikTok

Someone gets a pic of Bruce and Steve looking at each other with palpable fear in their eyes, and it makes its rounds all over Twitter

10/10 never again

Running Wild with Bear Grylls

Now this is the most challenging. Not because it’s difficult, of course. But because Bruce has to look stupid enough to maintain his Brucie Wayne persona but smart enough to keep himself safe.

For this episode, Bear takes Bruce to the California desert.

“How much do you know about survival, Bruce?” Bear asks. Bruce nods carefully. “I did some survival training once with a friend from boarding school.” “Oh really, how did you do?” “Fine, I think.”

This is, of course, his way of saying I trained with a league of assassins for years, but Bear can’t know that! And that’s how most of the episode goes.

Thank god Bruce's fear of being caught is mistaken for being scared of the physical challenge because every time Bear points out how well he’s doing, he breaks into a sweat.

Bear: For a businessman, you’re surprisingly fit. Bruce, sweating bullets: Oh, this is all just for show.

Bear: Wow, you’re a natural. Are you sure you’ve never set up a zip-line before? Bruce, gripping his equipment so tight he gets rope burn: I think it’s just the survival instincts.

Of course, he pretends to be out of breath a few times. The Drama.

Bruce, pretending to slip and fall: Ouch! Who knew the outdoors were so dangerous? Bear, you are crazy. Bruce, internally: How much longer are we doing this?

Bruce being a vegetarian is actually a point of contention. You see, Bear always makes their celebrity guests do something crazy for food like skin a snake or eat a mouse. Scavenging for berries just doesn’t grab the audience’s attention.

But do you know what is vegetarian?

Bear: Now, in extreme cases of survival, it’s not rare for humans to resort to drinking their own pee. That’s what we’ll be doing in a moment. Are you up for it? Bruce, visibly repulsed: I’ve had Gotham tap water. I’ll be fine.

How on God’s Green Earth did Alfred convince him to do this?

To get to the extraction point, Bear takes Bruce down a cliffside.

Bear shows Bruce the meticulous process of properly belaying from the top of a cliff, and Bruce, who has done this over 100 times is like, “Wow that’s so dangerous :( Will we be okay?”

He really tries to ramp up his acting skills this time.

(Little does he know that’s not necessary.)

Bruce goes down first as Bear belays with a cameraman filming from the top. Halfway down, Bruce hears a scuffle, and the cameraman yells, “F*ck!”

Bruce looks up, arms already out for protection, and he sees a small disk falling towards him. It’s the lens cap. He catches it on instinct.

For a second, he thinks, “Shit, was that too skilled? That’s not enough to make people think I’m Batman, right? I just caught it in midair while dangling from a cliff. That’s totally not weird and suspicious. Normal people do that—“

Then Bear yells, “Bruce, drop it!” Bruce looks up at Bear, confused. “Why?” “There's a scorpion!” That’s when Bruce looks at the lens cap and sees a black scorpion perched on top with its tail ready to strike.

They don’t have those in Gotham.

Bruce jumps in his harness and flings the cap at the rocky cliffside. He hears a crunch, and the scorpion and cap tumble to the ground. Bruce frowns. Can a scorpion survive that drop?

“You just killed a scorpion, mate!” Bear cries. Bruce looks up in horror. “I killed it?!” “Hell yeah!” Bruce’s face falls. “No!”

Because oh. shit.

Bruce just killed something. The sad, orphaned vegetarian just killed a scorpion.

Bruce has a meltdown.

He didn’t mean to kill it!!!! Oh no, he just killed an innocent little creature. Yeah, he punches people for fun sometimes, and he definitely put a few violent criminals in the hospital, but he’s never committed MURDER!!

This poor little scorpion died due to his own negligence, and he feels so so so bad about it.

Bruce is a mess as he climbs the rest of the way down.

Bruce, cradling the scorpion’s body: I don’t know how to perform CPR on a scorpion! Bear: Bruce, you took its head clean off. Bruce: *sad noises*

Legit inconsolable. To him, it’s like he just murdered a puppy

Once they're out, Bear is trying to cheer him up. Bless him.

Bear: We’ve conquered the wild! Haven’t we, Bruce? Bruce, head between his legs, still mourning the scorpion: I’m never going outside again.

Yeah, no one’s going to think he’s Batman after that.

And that's all four of Bruce's TV appearances from the West Coast :) Dick and Jason never let him live any of it down. Alfred is almost sorry. (He is not sorry.)

Let me know your thoughts! What other TV shows do you think Battinson would appear on as a guest?

Okie dokie :D Love y'all! Have a good day <3

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #28

(#) = Notes at the end of post

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Chartreuse

Due to the high levels of ambient ectoplasm, all the citizens of Amity Park gained a permanent change in eye color. They don't glow or flare in response to rampant emotions like true ghosts or the halfas though. They're just an unnaturally bright yellow-green.

The thing is, nobody else on Earth has this eye color, and it's never been seen in the human race until the recently graduated Amity Parkers started branching out to other cities to find jobs.

Nobody paid this any mind at first, though. Many just thought the individuals liked strangely colored contacts or it was a trick of the light. It's not until Danny and Tucker are both hired for positions in Wayne Enterprises that questions start popping up.

At first, the other employees thought the two might be related. It could happen, it's not that strange. However, when both of them said they're nowhere near related, just childhood best friends, it left everyone confused. If they aren't related and they aren't wearing colored contacts, then what are the odds of too completely unrelated people having the exact same strange and unseen eye color?

After a while, everyone just stops asking questions. After all, both men are easy to get along with and are excellent at their jobs, so a strange eye color isn't really something to complain about. Their stares were just a bit more intense than most people, and honestly, they've seen stranger things.

It helps that they've started seeing other people with the same eye color popping up in celebrity, sports, and activist circles. (1)

However, It's not until the power goes out during a late meeting/presentation, and Tim Drake accidentally turns on and shines his cell phone light into Tuckers eyes, that he starts seriously digging.

Needless to say, the animal-like green shine of his pupils scared the shit out of him and got him wondering if two of his new employees were part of a previously unknown alien race that'd recently settled on Earth without anyone noticing. When he looks into the middle of nowhere town they came from, this idea is even further cemented when he sees every person he finds a photo of have the exact same shade of chartreuse eyes. Ignoring the ghost rumors and "sightings" as just a strange tourist trap for the strange little town to make extra income, he brings the info he found to the other bats and birds.

They aren't exactly welcomed when they go snooping around Amity Park, unfortunately... (2 & 3)

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Now. To make this a bit more cracky, when confronted, do Danny and Tucker just come clean or do they milk the idea of them being aliens for all it's worth? (4) Add in a few strange, but perfectly normal for them, things they do that have people scratching their heads and make the assumption even worse/more irrefutable. This includes the unexplainable eye shine Tim discovered.

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(1) Paulina became a supermodel and is coveted for her striking eye color and beautiful complexion. Dash became a coach for a well known college in Metropolis, while Kwan became a fitness trainer and sponsor for health related items that actually work, also partnered with the college Dash coaches at. Sam became a notorious environmental activist and is the enemy of many companys who are determined to turn the world into a toxic wasteland. With the help of Danny's parents, she's found many eco-friendly chemical compounds that dissolve many of the toxic substances damaging ecosystems around the world. Etc, etc.

(2) Ectoplasm exposure has made everyone a bit more territorial over the town, including their protectors. They don't need outside heroes/organizations interfering with their work and don't/won't take kindly to the sudden interest hero organizations gain over them and their strange little town. That hasn't worked out too well with other government sanctioned organizations in the past and they don't want a repeat, thank you.

(3) Maybe Team Phantom even established themselves right around the same time or even before the Justice League was formed and they just flew under the radar until now. Maybe Amity Parkers feel a bit superior due to their seniority in having an excellent team in the know about the supernatural/non-human side of the world/universe? Who knows? You pick! Amity Park has been through a lot by themselves, so it's no shocker if they have an extreme amount of solidarity towards those they call their own.

(3 cont'd) Also! Since Amity Park has become so rich and saturated in ectoplasm over the years, they were eventually annexed/became an outside part of the Ghost Zone. Jack and Maddy are border patrol and any ghosts coming through need a passport now. Amity Park is basically a vacation hub for ghosts? Ghosts can freely roam the streets, they just don't wreak havoc anymore. That'd basically be terrorizing their fellow citizens at this point anyway and that's a no no. That means jail time with Walker. Amity Parkers also aren't afraid anymore and in fact CAN hit back now. This does not stop the Bat Clan and eventually the Justice League from thinking they're a town full of aliens tho. Some are just more human looking than others. Or they've been on Earth and procreating long enough with humans that their hybrid offspring have also started looking more human, is the ongoing conclusion.

(4) The Anti-Ecto Acts are not an issue here! Team Phantom already dismantled and annihilated the GIW years before they even thought of leaving Amity Park on its own. Before graduating highschool even. Yes, Team Phantom is perfectly self-sufficient and able to handle their own problems and have kept the city-wide ghost infestation pretty isolated outside a few events that were handled quickly and with the world none the wiser. So the world is still pretty ignorant of the existence of ghosts/the Ghost Zone. Would Team Phantom and Amity Park prefer to keep it that way though?

[unclewaynemunson]

'What's your favorite holiday?' Steve asked while they were looking at the fireworks, pressed against each other in the dark of the night. They had been dancing around each other for months, ever since Eddie woke up in the hospital with Steve already at his bedside. They had taken their time to get to know each other better, to let that something between them grow and to figure out what it all meant exactly. But around the time Eddie graduated, it had finally culminated into what it had been destined to be from the start.

Eddie could barely believe they had only been official for about a month and a half, that Steve had only been part of his life for a little over three months. But he knew, with a certainty that he couldn't really explain, that he and Steve belonged to be like this. No matter how scary it had been to fall for him, it had been the only available option.

'Sukkot,' Eddie answered his question with no hesitation.

Steve leaned away a little bit to be able to look at Eddie.

'Was that the one that was, like, three weeks ago?'

'No, that was Shavu'ot,' Eddie answered patiently. He knew that Steve was trying very hard to keep up, and that the Hebrew words didn't exactly make it easier on him. 'The boring one that Wayne's obsessed with.'

Steve chuckled. 'So what is Sukkot?'

'I thought you'd never ask, big boy,' said Eddie, a wide grin creeping over his face. 'It's the best fucking week of the year. We build those huts in our yards where we're supposed to live all week. It's really awesome, we get to be outside all the time and Wayne tells all the best stories about how our ancestors escaped from Egypt and wandered through the desert for years. Back in Virginia, on the farm, it also used to be this celebration that the harvest was done. The best moment of the year, man, like when the summer holiday starts, y'know.'

'Sounds pretty cool.'

'Pretty cool?' Eddie repeated in a mock-offended tone. 'Pretty cool?! Stevie, how dare you, it's fucking magical! It's the awesomest of holidays! You know what? You're gonna have to join us this October and get the whole experience!'

'Are you sure?' Steve looked weirdly hesitant about Eddie's proposal and Eddie felt the excitement in his chest deflate like a popped balloon.

'Yeah, I mean... If you want to,' he said, reigning himself in a little bit. Maybe Steve thought it was weird, maybe he would never quite understand it, maybe –

'Of course I want to,' Steve cut off his spiraling thoughts, like the mere suggestion was completely ridiculous. 'But would it be okay? You wouldn't mind? And your uncle?'

'Why the hell would we mind, Stevie?'

'Well, I'm not Jewish...'

Eddie chortled. 'Yeah, we know that, dude. But you're always welcome in our humble little home.'

And Steve's face lit up in a way that the fireworks in the sky above them could never compete with. 'Alright,' he said. 'Then I'd love to celebrate this awesomest of holidays with you.'

******

And so it happens that a little over three months later, Eddie runs out of the trailer with even more excitement than usual when Steve's way too fancy car shows up. He basically jumps into his boyfriend's arms as soon as Steve gets out of his car – and of course Steve catches him, stumbling only a little bit while huffing out an “oomph” as Eddie wraps all four of his limbs around his body.

'Hello to you, too,' he murmurs with a soft smile on his face. He can't exactly kiss Eddie here, in broad daylight with all of Eddie's neighbors to see, but he lets his hands linger around Eddie's shoulders when he gently puts him down on the ground.

'You're excited.'

'We're building the hut today!'

'The sukkot, right?'

And the proud smile around Steve's lips makes it almost impossible for Eddie to correct him.

'The sukkah, babe. It's one sukkah, multiple sukkot.'

'Sukkah,' Steve repeats, his voice still as unsure as ever when he tries the Hebrew words that are so familiar to Eddie and Wayne and still so foreign to him.

'C'mon, Wayne's already waiting for us.'

Eddie starts tugging Steve along with him towards the trailer. He wishes he could do that by taking his hand instead of the sleeve of his jacket, but he's too aware of how careful they have to be here, out in the open in the trailer park.

They go around the trailer, where Wayne is already surrounded by a bunch of corrugated sheets and some big pine branches.

'We're building it here?' Steve sounds surprised. 'Why not on the porch?'

Eddie sees his uncle's face fall, and his own excited smile fades away as well.

'It's too eye-catching, on the other side,' Wayne explains to Steve. 'Too many folks lookin' to trash stuff 'round here, ya know.'

Almost every year, they find some graffiti on the walls of their sukkah at some point of the week. It has become better since they moved the hut to the backside of their trailer, hidden away from Forest Hills' main roads. Before, when they still built it in front of their home, they'd regularly find the roof or the walls demolished. Nothing ever happened when one of them was home: both Wayne and Eddie were protected from any serious danger by their own scary looks. But unfortunately, the sukkah did not enjoy the same protection when the Munson men weren't present to keep an eye on it.

Wayne doesn't outright say it with that many words – that's not his style – but Eddie can see in the arch of Steve's eyebrows that he gets it. That he understands that Forest Hills is not the kind of place where Hebrew should be spoken loudly and that anything more than a menorah in front of a window can be considered offensive real quick. He sees that Steve understands it, because Steve knows what it feels like to not be able to take his boyfriend's hand when they're outside. It's not the same, but it's similar, in a way.

When Eddie came out to Wayne, his uncle told him that he was sorry Eddie got dealt the wrong cards twice. But that's not how Eddie sees it. Standing here, in the quiet world behind the trailer, with his uncle, his boyfriend and a pile of junk that will soon turn into a refuge, he gets the confirmation of what he already knew back then: that he wouldn't have it any other way. Even if it means having to hide away from prejudiced eyes, he'd choose this right here over anything easier in a heartbeat.

Wayne takes off his trucker hat to reveal the kippah he often wears hidden underneath it, then turns Eddie around by his shoulders so he can attach a kippah to his curls with some hairpins. Eddie usually never wears one: he doesn't like being told what to do in any way, and he proudly wears the pentagram of the Church of Satan on his denim vest. But for events like this, Wayne insists the kippah is important, and Eddie has long since he moved in with his uncle learned that there's no use digging his heels in the sand about it. If it's that important for Uncle Wayne, he'll doesn't mind complying.

'And one for you,' Wayne states after Eddie's kippah is properly secured to his head, turning towards Steve with a third one in his outstretched hand.

Steve's eyes widen in an almost cartoon-like way.

'For me?' he repeats, as if he's unsure if he understands Wayne correctly.

'U-huh,' Wayne confirms with a nod of his head.

Steve's eyes flash back and forth between Eddie and Wayne, still clearly confused, like he's trying to catch some lie or a prank between the two of them.

'That's – would that be okay?' he stammers.

'Neshama sheli,' Eddie says, his voice soft. 'Of course that'd be okay. It's the polite thing to do, actually, when you're in shul – or in other Jewish places – whether you're a Jew or not.'

'Okay, cool,' Steve says with a little shrug of his shoulders. He's slightly too obviously trying to play it cool, and that makes Eddie realize something he hadn't really considered before: that Steve is nervous about this. For Eddie, sukkot is nothing but a holiday of fun. But Steve doesn't know any of those traditions, he doesn't know any of the unwritten rules. For all he knows, what they're doing today is something sacred and solemn – it makes sense that he's afraid to do the wrong thing or mess it up somehow. It's written all over his face: he's afraid to be disrespectful, to be an intruder, to somehow offend Wayne and Eddie without meaning to...

Steve takes the kippah from Wayne and places it on his hair, where it lies dangerously close to sliding off.

'Here, lemme help you.' Eddie digs around in his own pockets to find some long forgotten hairpins and slides up behind Steve, attaching the kippah to some strands of his soft, shiny hair. When he's done, he slides his arms around Steve's waist and tugs him close to his chest.

'Hey,' he whispers in his ear, nuzzling his nose against the soft hair right above it because he simply can't resist the temptation of touching Steve's locks in any way, ever. 'You don't need to worry 'bout anything. We're just gonna build a hut, that's all. And we're trailer park Jews anyway, we don't care about etiquette and shit. Or, well, maybe Wayne does, a little bit, but he's used to me, so... You're good.'

Steve chuckles, then turns himself around in Eddie's arms until they're face-to-face.

'Thank you,' he whispers in the space between them.

Wayne emphatically clears his throat, no doubt worried that the boys are about to forget he's still with them.

'You lovebirds ready to get to work?'

Slightly unwilling, Eddie lets go of Steve and flashes Wayne an excited grin. 'Alright, my dearest uncle, tell us what to do.'

The next hour or so is spent hauling corrugated sheets around and assembling them into a decent-sized hut. While Eddie is drilling their metal walls together, Wayne tells Steve all about the meaning behind what they're doing. He gets like that with every holiday: he loves the big stories, and Eddie has always loved listening to Wayne telling them.

'All of this,' Wayne explains with a gesture towards the half-finished sukkah, 'Is to remind us of what happened to our people a long time ago. They were enslaved in Egypt, far away from their homes. When they got out, they wandered through the desert for forty years, tryin' to find their way back. They suffered drought, storms, heat, famine... But G-d's protection was with them every step of their way, until He safely delivered them back to their homeland. For forty years, they didn't have no place to call home. They slept in huts beneath the stars. That's why, for one week a year, we still live in huts. We don't sleep here, 's too cold for that in Indiana –'

'I do sometimes,' Eddie cuts in.

'Your boy is crazy,' Wayne dryly states. 'But we live here as much as possible. The most important thing is to have all our meals in here, as long as it ain't raining too hard. We're not supposed to make a solid roof, y'know, 'cause it's supposed to be a reminder of how our people used to sleep under the open sky. It's a symbol for how we should submit ourselves to G-d's protection.'

Steve listens attentively and keeps asking Wayne all kinds of questions while they continue working on the roof, which they assemble out of pine branches that Eddie and Wayne took from the woods around the trailer park earlier that day.

'This day's extra special,' Wayne tells Steve when they're almost done, 'Cause it's a Friday evening. Means our first meal in the sukkah is a Shabbat meal.'

Usually, Wayne isn't exactly world's most diligent cook, but for days like this, he always tries to go a little bit bigger than usual. Not that their kitchen is suited for fabricating any kind of fancy meals – let alone that they can afford anything like that – but that doesn't really matter. Not to Eddie, at least, and he's pretty sure the same thing applies to Steve. The most important thing is that Wayne tries his very best to make days like those feel special. So while Steve and Eddie get tasked with setting up the interior of the sukkah, Wayne heads back to the trailer to make sure the food will be all done before sunset.

Steve and Eddie haul a bunch of plastic lawn chairs and a trestle table inside. After the furniture, they add some pillows, a truly hideous tablecloth, and a bunch of random clutter from the trailer to make it feel more homely. Eddie always likes to put this one Jesus sculpture they once got from the old Mrs. Brooks from number 70 in one of the corners, for no other purpose than to get on Wayne's nerves. Steve, on the other hand, actually cares about making the sukkah look good, and he comes up with the idea to walk around the trailer park and go into the woods to find some flowers as a finishing touch. Most of the vegetation around Forest Hills is withered all year round, but Steve manages to find some branches with beautiful autumn colors and a bunch of shiny chestnuts among the decaying junk.

'You manage to make anything pretty, huh,' Eddie notes when they're all done, with leaves of dark orange and golden yellow miraculously brightening up every single corner of the hut.

Steve smiles and pulls Eddie in his arms. Now, shielded by the walls of their dwelling, they can do that without worrying about the watchful eyes of nosy neighbors.

'Nah,' he murmurs, his lips ghosting over Eddie's cheek. 'I don't make things pretty, I attract pretty things.' And the way in which Steve's lips find his, soft and full of promise, tells Eddie that he wasn't merely talking about pretty things. It makes his heartbeat stutter and his cheeks heat up.

Steve pulls back before the kiss can become anything more than a promise, with a sparkle in his eyes and a soft smile still tugging at his lips.

'C'mon, let's go help your uncle with the food.'

By the time they're ready to welcome Shabbat, the autumn sun has long disappeared behind the trees and it's rapidly cooling off outside. Wayne puts on his thick plaid jacket and Steve borrows one of Eddie's favorite black hoodies. During this time of the year – when it's not yet cold enough to waste money on heating – the trailer doesn't really stay much warmer than the sukkah, so they're used to the cold anyway. Steve, however, is shamelessly exploiting the chill of the evening as an excuse to cuddle up close to Eddie at the table – not that Eddie minds that at all.

But when Wayne lights the candle and recites the blessing at sundown, it feels like the sukkah is actually much warmer than any other place in the world. It's because what's happening in this place is special, Eddie thinks. For a week, this hut is their home. It's designed to house two people – just Wayne and him – but Steve fits in this cramped space with them like he was always supposed to be here. And when Steve turns to Eddie to wish him a good shabbos with a smile on his face, Eddie knows that he will never want to celebrate another holiday – Jewish or not – without him.

Some fun facts for those who are interested: Sukkot 1986 indeed started on a Friday (October 17th) The use of corrugated sheets for a sukkah is actually quite common, and I took the liberty to interpret the skillful way in which we see Eddie drilling them down in the Upside Down, as him having plenty experience with creating a refuge with those things. For those who don't speak Hebrew: when Eddie calls Steve neshama sheli, he uses a common Hebrew pet name which literally translates to "my soul." I imagine Eddie loves calling Steve all kinds of Hebrew pet names and this is a truly beautiful one imo. I hope I did right to this really cool holiday with my lil story!

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 21 Prompt: Home and/or Dinner

I honestly think this is my favorite one yet!

Tags: Pre-Relationship Steddie, Eddie Munson Has A Crush On Steve Harrington, Holiday Parties, Overstimulation (the bad kind, not the fun kind), Steve Harrington Is A Sweetheart

wc: 2215 | Rating: G

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The holidays were always a quiet affair at the Munsons.

A few gifts, wrapped in week-old copies of the Hawkins Post, placed under a modest tree from Merrill’s. Wayne’s famous (well, famous to Eddie) chocolate chip pancakes in the morning with a questionable amount of syrup and a reheated casserole from Ms. Jenkins down the street for dinner.

No church or family plans, just the two of them, a couple of beers (root beer in Eddie’s case until a few years ago), and whatever movie Eddie had insisted they watch before he turned the TV over to Wayne and the Christmas basketball game.

It was good. Great, even.

Eddie loved his holiday traditions with Wayne.

He did, but sometimes he’d catch sight of Ms. Jenkins welcoming her brood of kids and grandkids into her cluttered trailer or spot Gerald loading the passenger seat of his pickup with toys for his nieces and nephews and wonder what it would be like to have a big family to spend the holidays with.

Turns out, it’s loud.

So, very, loud.

The Hopper-Byers’ new house is bursting at the seams with guests. The entire We Survived The End of the World gang is here along with some guests — Wayne and Ms. Henderson. Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair stopped by for about an hour before excusing themselves to finish up holiday shopping (said in a hushed tone to not ruin Santa for Erica — as if she still believes, Eddie had thought). But mostly it was just the usual gang.

Eddie learned, in the form of Dustin’s “you’re being stupid” voice that it's become a tradition for them. Gathering a week before the holidays to pig out on food and dessert, play games, and exchange presents. Celebrate the year coming to an end and them making it.

As the apocalypse gang grew every year, the celebration got bigger and bigger until they were tripping over each other inside of the Byers house. That is, until this year when Joyce and Hopper got their shit together and finally moved into a decent-sized house on the outskirts of Hawkins. It’s no Loch Nora mini-mansion, but it works for them — even if it's still a tight fit when everyone is together.

Murray, Joyce, and Ms. Henderson are gathered in the kitchen — arguing over when to take the turkey out of the oven and the proper milk-to-cheese ratio in macaroni casseroles. A small radio sits in the corner, attempting to play Christmas music over the static. That’s the con about living farther out, Eddie supposes.

El and Max have claimed a fold-out table on the outskirts of the kitchen where they’ve been decorating cookies for hours, it seems. El’s simple and artistic, Max’s a chaotic mess of spilled-over frosting and candy sprinkles. (Eddie’s stolen one from each and thinks they’re both delicious much to their delight.)

The den’s been co-opted by Hopper and Wayne, and the TV volume turned all the way up (“We can hear just fine! It’s you kids that are making it hard,” Hopper gruffed when one of them pointed out the volume). They’re switching between basketball games while nursing beers and pretending not to hear the argument going down in the kitchen.

Jonathan and Argyle are hiding out in his room — smoking and trying to drown out the noise with whatever record he managed to pick up from the store he’s working at. Eddie thought about joining him, but the scowl he earned from Wheeler Jr. had him changing course.

The rest of them have taken refuge in the spacious basement. It’s too chaotic for Dungeons & Dragons so the boys and Erica have taken to playing an intense game of Monopoly. The threats he’s heard hurled at each other have been clever and downright terrifying. Way worse than anything they’ve uttered at his DM table. Those heathens.

For some reason, Steve’s taken on the role of the banker. Something about Dustin skimming from the top last time he held the role and played. Now, house rules say the banker has to be an NPC, and well, Steve fits the bill. Unfortunately, he seems to be struggling with the math of it all judging by the scoffs and annoyed eye rolls thrown his way. Eddie would go help, but he doesn’t think he’d be much help. Godspeed, Steve.

Nancy and Robin are there too, sprawled out on the couch and lost in their own little world. Occasionally Robin gets up to flip the record on the record player, but mostly they sit together, gossiping and talking about who knows what in hushed voices. Eddie might understand every little thing about dungeons and hobbits, but girl talk? That’s an alien language if he’s ever seen one.

As for him? Well, he’s hovering in the middle of it all. With Steve occupied, he’s taken on his babysitter role of sorts. Racing up and down the stairs to fetch whatever snacks the gremlins demand, rustling Max and El’s hair on the way in, and nodding at Hopper and Wayne on the way out. He narrowly escapes being sucked into being the official judge for the impromptu Murray vs Ms. Henderson pie off and almost makes it up to Jonathan and Argyle’s room before Dustin is bellowing for him.

It’s fun, mostly.

Getting to see everyone relaxed and having fun. A far cry from the last time they were all together like this back in March.

In some ways, it's what Eddie’s always dreamed it would be like. Being part of a big family, a cog in a never-ending machine of noise and organized chaos.

But it’s also becoming a lot.

Lucas is about to put a hotel on Boardwalk that has everyone shouting and throwing their own pieces at his head. Steve’s trying to keep them under control but it's a losing battle. One that pulls Robin and Nancy from their own little world to join the chaos.

And then there’s even more noise.

A crash from upstairs, the blaring voice of Joe Strummer coming from Jonathan’s room, more shouting, Wayne and Hoppers stopping, and giggles from Max and El.

Suddenly all Eddie can hear is noise.

It gets louder and louder and louder until finally, he’s certain his eardrums are going to explode.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he pushes through the chaos going on upstairs (dropped pies and frosting stains and shouting at TVs) and makes his way onto the wrap-around porch.

The crisp cold air is the first thing that hits him. Like an idiot, he ran out of the house without a coat or scarf or hell, even the warm hat Ms. Henderson knitted for him earlier in the month. He shivers, rubbing his hands up and down his bare arm as he tries to take deep breaths, watching as his warm breath twirls in the breeze.

As his body adjusts, so do his ears. He can still hear the chaos going on inside, but it's muffled now. Distant. He can hear himself think for the first time in hours and for once, it’s nice.

The snow is falling in slow but steady flakes, dusting the backyard in the white. Or, it should be white, but the hoard of Christmas lights decorating the house illuminates the backyard in reds and greens. It’s a real Christmas wonderland out there, now.

Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his trusty lighter. The first inhale of nicotine warms him from the inside out, sending the goosebumps packing as he focuses on his steady and slow inhale and exhales.

At some point he zones out, so focused on the snow falling and the repetitive nature of lifting the cigarette to and from his lips that he doesn’t hear the creak of the door or the heavy footsteps that follow until the intruder is standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Figured you might be needing this,” Steve says, hand outstretched with Eddie’s coat.

“Thanks, man.”

They swap, Eddie takes the coat from Steve and Steve takes the lit cigarette from Eddie, keeping it safe while he shimmies his way into the monstrosity that he calls his winter coat. When he’s finally situated in the plaid nightmare, he reaches a hand out ready to take his cigarette back only to find it perched between Steve’s lips.

Oh.

That’s different.

Sure, they’ve smoked together before. Bummed off cigarettes in the ally behind Family Video and in the parking lot of Palace Arcade waiting for the gremlins to be done. But they’ve never shared the same one. Never pressed their lips to the same filter. Felt the dampness of their mouths on their own lips.

“Sorry,” Steve says, lips turning up in a small smile as he removes the cigarette. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Eddie nods, unable to say much else as their fingertips brush when he takes it back. Is it weird if he puts it between his lips right now? Is he supposed to wait a minute? Let Steve’s taste linger for a moment. God, he’s being so weird right now. In the end, he brings the cigarette to his lips and takes the smallest inhale, nearly coughing as the smoke floods his lungs because he’s so distracted by the way the filter feels different now that it’s been in Steve’s mouth — as if that makes any sense.

“You okay? You sort of booked it out of the room.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, before leaning against the banister of the porch. “Yeah, m’good. It just—“

“Got too loud?” Steve supplies, mirroring his position. “I get it. I remember my first holiday dinner. There were a lot less of us in ’83 but shit. It was still so loud.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m a pretty loud son of a bitch.” Eddie’s caught off guard by Steve’s snorting. Stealing a glance, he finds Steve lit up in reds and greens, a smile etched on his face so deep he can see the spot where smile lines are going to emerge in the next ten years, catching the way his eyes already wrinkle in the corners. Fuck, he’s beautiful. “But, uh, yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house that loud before. Not even when I’m fucking around with the Corroded Coffin boys.”

“Well, I doubt that. Your music is very loud.”

“Uh, yeah, ‘cause it's metal, Steve.”

“So I’ve been told,” Steve says, smiling that soft, private smile again.

If Eddie was braver, he’d close the distance between them and press his lips to his. But if this year has taught him anything, it’s that he’s not. Not really. So he lets a quiet fall between them instead. They continue to stand shoulder to shoulder, passing the dwindling cigarette between them despite the pack in Eddie’s pocket being brand new, and watch as the snow steadily starts to pick up.

“You know,” Steve says, then stops.

Eddie turns, watching the gears tick in Steve’s brain as he decides what to say next. It’s magical watching it all pass on his face — the knit of his brows, his pupils dilating and returning to their normal size, letting the hazel shine through. The way his lips open and close like some gasping fish.

“If it ever gets to be too much, you can tell us. Tell me. Hell, I know I need a break after a few hours with those shitheads. Maybe we could come up with a code word or something.”

“A codeword? That’s might nerdy of you, Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve says, waving his hand through the air as he bites back a chuckle. “But yeah, a code word. It’d be easier to say than “hey it’s too loud and I can’t think” you know. Plus, it would annoy the shit out of Henderson.”

“Well, then. Count me in. You know I love annoying the shit out of that kid. Gotta keep that ego in check somehow.”

They spend the next few minutes going back and forth trying to decide on a word that could work. Steve wants something common — a fruit or a vegetable. Eddie disagrees, saying it has to be something uncommon so they don’t accidentally say it, but common enough that it doesn’t sound weird casually being dropped in conversation.

They wrack their brain, throwing out silly words left and right until there’s a crash from inside. Their heads swivel in tandem toward the source of the noise. A flurry of shadows passes on the other side of the window as Steve shakes his head and sighs.

“Come on,” he says, handing the cigarette back to Eddie. “If we’re not at the table the minute the food gets served, we won’t be eating. The gremlins know no manner.”

Eddie laughs, stubbing out the cigarette on the ashtray precariously balanced on the banister, “Teaching ‘em manners seems like a job for their babysitter.”

“Nah,” Steve snorts. “Maybe one for their Dungeon Master, though.”

Just as the words leave Steve’s lip, there’s a shout from inside followed by another crash.

“Think it might be a job for both of us, actually,” Eddie laughs. “Together?”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve says. “Together it is.” 

[fandomcentralsposts]

Steve hasn't celebrated Christmas properly for many years because his parents are never home, and if they do show, it'll be a few days before, and they don't usually stay for new years. Because of this, Steve no longer has the urge to put up decorations. He doesn't bother with Christmas dinners or ugly sweaters or any usual traditions. But deep down, he loves Christmas. The lights, the trees, music, and snow are something a part of him still looks forward to every year he just knows he'll probably be spending it alone. Until he dates Nancy and the Wheelers, let him join them for Christmas and the years after Dustin and his mother would welcome him, although at times he felt like he was imposing he felt grateful he also made sure he bought presents for everyone all the kids and Nancy, Johnathan and eventually Robin he would also help cook for whoever he was staying with he wanted to make sure he was the perfect house guest so he would be invited back next year.

When he and Eddie started dating, Steve half expected he would be invited over at Christmas. Their relationship was going strong they were attached at the hip, and Wayne was very tolerant of them, and he seemed to like him, so he was hoping it would be offered. Except it wasn't November came and left, then it was December 1st, then 4th, then 8th, then 16th, and Eddie hadn't said anything. Which was fine. Christmas is a family thing, after all, and they had been dating for only 4 months. However, Robin and her family were going out of town this year, and Dustin and his mother were hosting his Aunt and Grandma and Steve didn't want to take up anymore space but he couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of rejection and grimacing at the idea of spending Christmas alone in his quiet, dark house.

On the 23rd of December, Steve was sitting in his room. Robin had already left, and family video had closed for the holidays, and Steve figured he shouldn't bother Eddie since it was so close to Christmas. He tried to distract himself by reading a book, wrapping presents he would give out on boxing day, but there was only so much he could do before his mind drifted back, too, his depressing reality. Just as Steve thought about pulling back the covers and spending the next 2 days in bed, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the door to reveal his boyfriend smiling widely at him.

"Eddie! Hi, I didn't know you were coming over, " Steve said, letting him in.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, baby," Eddie said, stepping through the front door and kissing Steve on the cheek. "I have your christmas present"

Steve glanced at the poorly wrapped box Eddie was gripping with excitement.

"Oh Ed's you didn't have to-"

"Shhh, of course I had too it's Christmas, and you're my boyfriend now where is your tree?" Eddie said, venturing into the living room

"Um..." Steve trailed off suddenly embarrassed by the lack of decoration.

"Wow, you've left decorating really late are you waiting for your parents or something?"

"T-they're not coming"

"What?"

"They're not coming back for Christmas," Steve stated

"Oh my god baby, I'm so sorry," Eddie said, placing his gift on the coffee table and giving his boyfriend a hug

"It's alright Eddie really" Steve chuckled "They haven't spent Christmas with me in years so-"

"Years?!" Eddie said, eyes widening. "So you've been by yourself every year?"

"No, Dustin and Robin have invited me over, but neither of them could this year"

"Why didn't you ask me?" Eddie said sounding a little heartbroken

"I don't know a part of me thought you might ask first and then I thought Christmas is a family thing so you probably want to be with Wayne only"

"Stevie, you are my family too. I love you," Eddie said sincerely.

Steve couldn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes the way Eddie spoke so gently and rested his palm on Steve's cheek.

"I'm sorry." Was all Steve could manage not exactly sure what he was apologising for. Eddie shushed him and cleared his throat.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie started. "Would you please make me the happiest man alive and join me and my uncle for Christmas?"

"Yes," Steve said, laughing at the end.

Eddie and Steve didn't waste a second gathering some of Steve's things, the presents he wrapped, and drove back to the trailer park. Wayne was more than happy to have Steve over for Christmas, especially since he had an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. Eddie and Steve cuddled up on the couch that evening, their mugs of hot chocolate cooling on the coffee table. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Stevie"

"Merry Christmas, Ed's"

[mxtantrights]

Hello!!! Boxer!Jason anon here :)

If it’s still available could my anon name be “🌬️”? Tysm!!

Anywayss, on this fair day i bring to your fair counsel another request!!

Boxer!Jason is a pretty secretive guy when it comes to his family, so you’re surprised when he tells you he wants you to meet them, prompting you to set up the house and prepare everything for the long-awaited meeting. You’re even more surprised when you open the door to find a gaggle of Kim K level celebrities fronted by Bruce Wayne, local gazillionaire.”

Go crazy! >:)

the first time you go to boxer!jason's fight you meet Roy and Dick and Alfred. And you know he's not more family than that but they hardly ever show up to his fights, it has to be huge he says.

So as boxer!Jason and you are nearing the year and a half of your relationship you ask him about it. It's enough to kind of put him on edge a bit. Or at least what you think is edge.

Really, boxer!Jason knows that meeting his family comes with a lot of baggage. You tell him it was just a question and it didn't have to mean anything if he didn't want to.

But from that moment on he's figuring out a way to get you to meet his family that won't make your head spin. Would they come here or would you go to them? Which family members would you meet first?

so boxer!Jason does the unthinkable. Bruce Wayne is a behemoth. If you can survive meeting him first, everyone else will be pretty easy after that. He asks his dad when he's available to meet you.

Of course that doesn't mean you get a real heads up about it. boxer!Jason is trying not to freak you out. So he tells you two days in advance when he's known about it for two weeks.

Within two says you start deep cleaning your apartment. You order prepared food that will come an hour earlier and that way you can take it out of plastic containers and put it in your own dish-ware.

The day of, your a bit of a mess. boxer!Jason is telling you that everything will go fine. And that you don't have to worry about making a good impression on Bruce because he'll be trying to make a better one on you.

It's safe to say that when Bruce Wayne is at your door, you are starstruck for a few seconds. boxer!Jason has to jokingly shut your mouth and ask you to invite his dad in.

Within the first ten minutes the mystique wears off. Bruce Wayne is a rambling, apologetic mess in your home. He's complementing your cooking even though the both of you know you didn't make the food, only the lemonade that's in each glass. He's apologizing for the gaggle of reports and paps outside of your building.

And Bruce Wayne is inviting you to the manor to return the favor.

All in all, you and boxer!Jason laugh about the whole thing that night in bed. How nervous you were to meet him, how nervous he was to actually meet you, and how boxer!Jason didn't really say much tonight. Two of his favorite people getting along, he didn't have to say much. He loved that.

(When you go to the manor, you are interviewed by a camera crew because apparently, the Wayne family has it's own show. boxer!Jason is in it but he doesn't give more than five interviews.)

a/n: yay!!!! welcome 🌬 anon! thank you soo much of sending this request in!! I had a lot of fun writing this one<33333 kisses because you've got the mastermind of a mastermind

[artiststarme]

Eddie Saves Steve's Birthday

Part 2 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Eddie felt awful, in fact, he’d never felt worse. He would rather go back to the Upside Down and get torn into by bats again than have to hear Steve say that the Party only cared about him as the babysitter. He couldn’t think of anyone more deserving of a big birthday celebration than Steve and instead he was working a long shift at Family Video alone without any acknowledgement of his birthday from the kids. It wasn’t fair. 

He used to think Steve had everything. He was the cool jock, rich kid with rich parents, huge house, and tons of friends. Eddie never could have imagined then that Steve was just another lonely kid with absent parents and friends that forgot about his birthday. Even now, they were both part of the same group that had literally risked their lives to save them from the creepy-crawlies in the Upside Down and no one paid enough attention to realize it was Steve’s birthday. 

Just thinking about the defeated look on Steve’s face made Eddie’s heart stutter in grief. He didn’t care what it took, he was going to fix this. But to do that, he was going to need Wayne. 

By the time Eddie got home from his talk with Steve and the minor freakout he had in the back of his van, Wayne was getting ready to leave for work. That just wouldn’t do. So Eddie did the one thing that always worked for him and threw his arms around his uncle in a restrictive embrace. 

“Uncle Wayne, I need your help. It’s absolutely urgent, life-threatening, you could say. I need you and if you don’t help me, I will die.”

Wayne was far too used to his dramatics to fall for that. He patted Eddie’s back before trying to gently pry himself free. “Kid, my shift starts in an hour, I gotta get goin’.”

“No, I’m serious, I really need your help. Everyone forgot Steve’s birthday today! He’s devastated, I’m horrified, Robin is on a date, and the kids are unhelpful! I need you!” Eddie broke out his most potent puppy dog eyes and blinked up at his uncle. 

Wayne sighed. “I’ll tell Craig I have a stomach bug. What do you need me to do?”

“Steve gets off work at ten tonight. I need you to distract him towards the end of his shift and get him to come back here. Kidnap him if you have to, that’s what the Chief does and it always seems to work.”

“Kidnap him? Eds-” Wayne started but Eddie cut him off. 

“Please! I have to steal a camera from Jonathan, break into the Harrington house, and bribe the bakers into giving me a cake. I don’t have time to force Steve to come over too.”

“Now wait a minute, all of that sounds criminal. Eddie-” Wayne sounded the most alarmed that he ever has but Eddie took it in stride. 

“Wayne. He said he hasn’t celebrated his birthday in years, literal years. And considering you have a birthday every year, that’s a lot of birthdays that he’s spent alone. So we have to get him here by any means necessary and show the pretty bastard that we love him. Okay?”

Wayne looked at him for a long time but eventually he gave a little nod. “What time should I head out?”

~*~*~*~

Steve wasn’t used to seeing Wayne around town and he had never once come into Family Video. So when the bell rang and swung open to reveal a stressed Wayne Munson, he didn’t really know what to think. Wayne looked around the store slightly before walking directly up to the counter. 

Steve nodded at him and narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Um hey, Mr. Munson. Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?”

Wayne scratched a hand through his beard before humming. “You, uh, you have any good recommendations?”

“You want to hear about my recommendations? Really?” Steve looked at him, flabbergasted. No one had ever cared to ask what he watched. 

“‘Course, that’s why I asked. What do you like to watch? Anything good?”

“Have you seen Back to the Future? It was a little hard to understand because he actually goes back to the past and I think he wanted to bang his mom, it was really confusing. It’s a good one but I’m not sure if it’s really good or if I only liked it because I was super high.”

Wayne nodded at him, not even phased at his enthused rambling. “That does sound interestin’. Any other ones?”

“Oh my god, yes! Have you seen Clue? Tim Curry is in that one, he’s the guy from the Rocky Horror Picture Show that has the nice legs. He shows less leg in this one but oh, you should see Miss Scarlet. It’s truly the best of both worlds, Mr. Munson, let me tell you-”

If this was the best his night got on his birthday, Steve would be content. Wayne was listening to him rant about his current favorite movies with rapt attention and kept asking questions in the appropriate places to keep the conversation going. Steve couldn’t even remember the last time someone actually wanted to listen to him talk. The Munsons always managed to surprise him in the best way possible. What could get better than this?

~*~*~*~

With Wayne on Steve Duty, Eddie had more than enough time to coerce Jonathan into letting him borrow a camera, sneak through Loch Nora to collect some of Steve’s favorite tapes, and guilt-trip the bakery ladies into giving him a cake on short notice.  

After assuring Jonathan that he wasn’t trying to record a sex tape with any of his equipment, he lent him a small Polaroid (he didn’t trust the odd request from Eddie so there was no way in hell he was letting him borrow a tape recorder). Eddie didn’t argue though. He just needed something to commemorate Steve’s first birthday in the family and a Polaroid would do just that. 

The trip to the bakery though took longer than anticipated. Florence, the owner of Flo’s Baked Goods, was not in a generous mood at 4 PM on a Tuesday. Luckily, Eddie was known for being very persuasive which worked in his favor. 

“Florence, come on. Do me a favor, please?” He asked with his most woeful puppy dog eyes.  

“Edward, I told you already, you need to place an order ahead of time.”

“Florence, my dear, I didn’t anticipate my grandma to die! I didn’t have time to place an order and I need a cake for her funeral tonight. Please Flo? For me?” His lip wobbled slightly as if tears were close to follow. He needed to pull out all of his stops to get that cake. 

She sighed in exasperation. “I can give you a small one, alright? And you’re not getting extras, I actually have orders to work on.”

“That’s okay! Thanks Flo, I appreciate it and so will St- my dead grandmother. May she rest in peace.”

That worked out great! Sure, Eddie had to make an extra stop at the grocery store for some red frosting to write Steve’s name on it but the smile on his face would be well worth it. Or rather a pitying grimace. 

Unfortunately, Eddie was not a baker or a designer by any means. So the red lettering on the cake turned into a drippy mess that looked more like a crime scene than a birthday cake. He also didn’t have great space management. Instead of making the font smaller to fit on the cake, Eddie largely wrote “BIRTH STEVE” and couldn’t fit anything else. Eager to make the best of the situation, he threw some colorful sprinkles on there to liven things up. Ah, Steve would love it. 

The situation only got more complicated when he went to pick up Steve’s favorite movies from his house. Eddie parked his van in the driveway and picked the lock to the front door. Steve was at work, his parents weren’t home (not that they would have let him in if they were), and the emergency key under the doormat wasn’t there so he had to take drastic measures. 

He grabbed a few of the movies in Steve’s room that he knew were his favorite that he didn’t have at the trailer. Fast Times, Back to the Future, Clue, The Breakfast Club, Teen Wolf, basically everything that Eddie hated but he was willing to watch anything for Steve. He grabbed a few cassettes too in case they decided to listen to music instead. All of the tapes were disappointingly mediocre and Eddie made a mental note to introduce him to some real music. After that, Steve would never listen to fucking Tears for Fears ever again. Or Wham!, the bane of his existence. 

What Eddie had neglected to consider was how the nosey neighbors would react to seeing a random van in the Harrington driveway and a random kid messing with the front door. He should’ve expected the cops to come. He opened the front door to the barrel of Hopper’s gun.

“Son of a bitch, Chief! What the hell are you waving that around for?!” Eddie exclaimed, dropping his small duffel bag and throwing his hands in the air. 

“What the hell? Munson?” Admittedly, Hopper had shown up at a bad time. Eddie was lugging a duffel bag out of the Harrington house to his hastily parked van in a neighborhood he definitely didn’t belong in.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he told him quickly. 

“It looks like you’re robbing the Harrington’s place,” Hopper said deadpan.

“Well, I’m not!”

“What are you doing then?” Hopper asked him sarcastically. 

“I’m not robbing him! I’m trying to save Steve’s birthday. I was just getting some supplies.” Eddie explained hurriedly.

“It’s Steve’s birthday today?”

“Yep and he’s going to be pissed if he has to come bail me out of jail because you arrested me. Think about that,” Eddie said, pointing an accusing finger at him. Wayne and Steve would both be pissed if he got arrested again. 

“That doesn’t explain why you’re stealing his stuff,” Hopper stated in confusion.  

“I’m throwing him a little party back at my place, we’re having a movie night so I had to get his favorite movies. I don’t have this teen drama shit. But Steve does and I’m trying to give him a nice night.”

Hopper just looked at him blankly.

“So can I go? I know you don’t want to break Stevie’s heart by arresting me on his birthday and don’t you want to get home to your family this lovely Tuesday evening? Who needs the extra hassle of detaining little ole me?”

“Goddammit Munson, just get out of here. You’re making the neighbors antsy. And don’t do this again.” Hopper warned him before walking over to his cruiser. 

“Copy that, Chief! Keep protecting the people or whatever the fuck your pledge is. Have a nice night!” And then he was off again. 

~*~*~*~

Steve must’ve talked about his favorite movies for hours before he realized it was time to close and Wayne was still there. “Um, Mr. Munson? I’m sorry, you probably had things to do today and I wasted all your time ranting at you. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be, kid. It was nice hearing from you. Say, I’m sure Eddie would want to hear about some of those movies too. Could you come over tonight and tell us some more about ‘em?” Wayne offered. 

Steve could tell a pity offer when he saw one though. “No, that’s okay. I can tell him another time. I have to start closing if you want me to check you out?”

Wayne sighed and made direct eye contact with him. “Listen kid, I know today’s your birthday and you aren’t spending it alone. So, you can either follow me back to the trailer or I’m gonna kidnap you and drag you there. You got me?”

Steve just looked at him in shock. What was up with older father figures trying to kidnap him? Was there something on his face that told them, ‘hey, I’m a good target for kidnapping, take me’? Was Wayne in kahoots with Hopper because this trend was getting a bit ridiculous.

“Wayne-”

“Nope, Eddie wants you there and I want you there. What are you going to do instead? If you have a good excuse, I’ll leave right now and break that boy’s heart.” Wayne looked at him expectantly. When it became apparent that Steve wasn’t going to say anything, he nodded. “Good, I’ll see you at the trailer. Drive safe.”

What the hell? Was that how age twenty was going to be? Confusing and full of ups and downs? Jesus Christ. 

Steve finished closing the store quickly and made his way to Forest Hills. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on today but if they wanted to spend time with him, he wasn’t going to turn them down. The Munsons were some of his most favorite people and it’s not like there was a long list of people that wanted him around. 

As soon as he opened the door to the trailer, everything made a little bit more sense. There were party streamers hanging from the walls, the most gruesome cake he had ever seen sitting on the table, and birthday hats on top of a beaming Eddie and an indifferent Wayne. Tears filled Steve’s eyes as he laughed. He couldn’t believe that they’d done all of that for him.

“Happy birthday, Stevie! I love you!” Eddie yelled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and pulling him into a bruising hug. 

Wayne patted his shoulder a bit awkwardly and murmured, “I love you too kid but I ain’t kissin’ ya.”

Steve could hardly even speak through the rush of happiness he was feeling. Eddie had found a way to make his birthday special again. He’d cared enough to spend his day organizing a nice night for Steve to feel loved again, to feel happy on his special day. Sure, not everything was fixed and there was still a small amount of hurt that the kids and Robin hadn’t done anything. But he had Eddie and Wayne and they were all he really needed. He finally had a family and he couldn’t be any happier. Eddie was right, ‘86 truly was a great year. 

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[carolmunson]

a thousand times a day | rockstar!eddie

fall frenzy req by @saltystormyx: 'I'd like to request a mini-fic with your rockstar!eddie au character. I'll leave it totally open to whatever you want to write.'

fall frenzy set list

back in action with a couple we haven't hung out with in a while! it was nice to get to revisit these two in some way. i had a different story for them to start -- something dirty and slutty -- but i just couldn't get into it. i needed something cozy for them. perhaps now that the seal is broken we can venture into some more slutty stuff between these two at some point. welcome to an early thanksgiving with the munsons before they were married.

tw: 18+, mostly very fluffy, some references to drug abuse, some references to using/addiction/getting clean. otherwise, two hotties in love. reader isn't referred to as 'stella' in this fic but the last name 'rink' is used a couple times to refer to reader and her family.

November, 1992

"I just, ugh honey I feel so awful to cancel on them." You blow your nose into a tissue but also direclty into the phone, making Eddie pull the receiver away from his ear for a second. You called in hysterics from a shoot in New York that you have to do pick up shots in Georgia and the earliest flight back they can manage is on Thanksgiving; leaving your plans to go back upstate to celebrate with your family in the dust. The flights had been paid for, even Wayne was making the trip to Syracuse to celebrate with you and yours. It was finally going to feel normal now that Eddie was three months clean and things had settled down some. He wasn't touring and they were only in the early stages of writing a new album and even then, the band spent most of their nights in the home studio instead of going into the city. Every now and again he'd come upstairs to grab more Pellegrino's out of the fridge and give you kisses on the cheek while you went over potential scripts.

Depsite having moved back at the beginning of November and back to falling asleep tied up with each other, you hadn't put your ring back on yet. It sat resting on your jewelry stand in your dressing room, as shiny and perfect as ever. Your bare ring finger sat as a reminder to him that he's not there yet; that he still has so much to prove -- but he meant what he said. You were gonna be his wife one day.

"Baby, it's okay. They're gonna understand," he assures softly, "It's not like you're doing it on purpose; they know you can't just not go." "It's just s-so stupid. An-an-and it's the first -- fuck, Ed it's the first one without Dad and I just feel so bad for my mom having to look at two empty seats and I don't know, babe. Like, I just feel like I'm r-ruining everything," you choke on your words, fully blubbering into the phone, make up smearing down your cheeks onto the hotel pillows you're leaning against. "You're not ruining anything sweetheart," his voice soft but firm, "You want me to get on a flight to you? I'll go right now."

"N-no it's okay," you sniffle, "I'm meeting up with Simone and getting dinner and we're gonna red-eye back home so we can get ready for Atlanta."

"Oh, so I get to see you tomorrow morning?" he grins, feeling selfish almost at how much he loves hearing your time away from him is cut so short.

"Yeah," you sniffle again, his heart pangs, "Probably really early."

"I'll have breakfast ready for you, okay? What do you want?"

"Um," you shrug to no one, "I don't know. Waffles." "Okay," he smiles, "Waffles it is."

The call home was less sweet; your mom understood but you could hear the dull ache in her voice. The subtle sadness mom's have in their register that they try to mask with an airy laugh -- years of feigning their own disappointement from life barely lived. She knows you're busy and she understands, she tells you a million times. You hear it but you don't feel it; you know she'd rather you blow it all off to come home again and see your family.

You'd rather blow it all off to see your family. Eddie had only seen your childhood home once -- quaint in size, snickered when he saw that you grew up with two guest rooms. He knew you grew up with it made, but you never made it so clear. You had walked through the trailer park to visit his old stomping grounds like you knew was growing up poor was like. Maybe you were a good actress after all.

He had waffles ready when you got in at five in the morning, who knows when he woke up to start. The Belgian Waffle maker you got sent as a wrap gift two years ago was finally out of the plastic, box still on the kitchen floor. Batter dripped down the sides and next to it a serving plate of a small mountain of waffles.

The pink stains on his fingers give a hint to who sliced all the strawberries and other fruit. Separated and glistening in the crystal bowls you really only take out for special oocasions.

Three cans of whipped cream sat at the end of the counter, one already opened with a small peak puffing out. 'Ya gotta try the product first, it's the whipped cream tax'

He's so silly. You missed his silly.

You're not home for very long, a couple days before you start packing for Georgia and you spend it all in his arms. Meals together, sitting on his lap in the studio while he tries out new melodies, you even spent one night curled up in the living room to watch a pay per view fight of Harrington's. Their friendship was finally starting to heal up after Eddie's last relapse.

He pouts when you get ready to leave, shrugging your coat on after you put the cordless phone down to confirm your car. You pout back at him.

"Don't give me that face, you're making me feel worse," you frown.

"M'just gonna miss you," he says quietly, "It's lonely here when you're not around."

"I know," you nod up at him. You don't mean for the comment to sting, but it does a little. It's not like he didn't want to be there with you this past year.

He leans down to kiss you, both hands reaching up to cup your cheeks.

"Don't be sad," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against yours, "We'll have a nice Thanksgiving together when you get back, just us." "What about Wayne?" you ask, heart panging at the though of his Uncle eating alone. "Don't worry about it, sweet thing," he lets his lips linger against yours again for just a moment, "Wayne'll be okay."

The flight had never been more turbulent. Atlanta had never felt more cold.

You hear the phone ring and ring for the second time only to get the tin-like sound of your mothers voice again, 'Thanks for calling the Rink's! We aren't able to come to the phone right now; but please leave your name and number and we'll call you back. If you're trying to reach Stella Rink, please contact her publicist at Starmade PR Corp.'

"Hi, it's me -- again," you say into the receiver, "I'm sure you guys are busy cooking or have the game on but um, I just wanted to say happy Thanksgiving guys...God, come on, I know you're there. Just pick up!"

Your voice wavers, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it I just --" "NOW BOARDING FIRST CLASS - FLIGHT 7995 TO LOS ANGELES."

You feel a slight pull on your arm from Simone, sighing while you hang up the pay phone to make it to check in.

"They hate me," you mumble. "They don't hate you, Rink," she assures, hand soothingly skating up and down your back, "They know what your life is like." The flight is long and you sleep during most of it, the sad pit in your chest spreading through heavy in your body. You couldn't wait to just be home and eat take out on the couch with your man; have him whisper sweet nothings of reassurance while you pout in the glow of the TV.

Rain pours in California, which is not common but of course happening on the day you feel so awful. You hope that they at least called the house; that Eddie had messages to relay to you; anything so that the guilt didn't eat you alive.

You make it home faster than usual; everyone home with their families leaves less people on the road. You tip the driver triple the fare after he helps bring your bags to the door -- holiday cheer already flowing in your veins.

To your surprise, Eddie opens the door as you go to unlock it, his smile evident on his face. He's dressed cozily, black on black Corroded Coffin sweat shirt and matching pants, socks scrunch down on his ankles -- tattoos covered outside from what peek out at the wrists.

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby," he grins. He takes your bags, putting them to the side in the lobby while you kick your shoes off at the door. He pulls you in to a tight hug to his chest and even through the laundry detergent you can smell the food from all the way out here. Aromatics, butter, garlic, rolls, turkey -- it smells like comfort, it smells like home.

"Did you cook?" you ask with hopeful surprise, "You made like, a whole thing?"

"I did the dinner rolls and I bought all the food; but I'm kind of shit at that home cooking stuff so I called in some reinforcements," his laugh is grizzly with smoked cigarette gruffness.

"Come on," he ushers you forward, taking your hand while you walk through the entry way and down the hall towards the kitchen. His hand is warm and worn, still slightly clammy while the nervous teenager in him still stumbles over dealing with you. Being with you. Loving you.

The kitchen is busy, people bustling and moving and at first you think he must've just hired a team but then a flash of your mom's red Thanksgiving apron catches your eye. Your neice's giggle rings through the echoey walls. Your sister Luna sits at the breakfast nook with your nephew to keep him out of the way, helping him with a coloring book from deep in your stash downstairs.

"Wait, what?" you ask outloud. Your mom looks up, a smile in her eyes when she sees you. "Happy Thanksgiving, honey!" she smiles big, both of your sisters getting up and following her while they flock to you, a group hug of Rinks in the entry way of the kitchen. You heart swells in your chest while you feel them surround you, smell the familiar fragrance of your mom's perfume; your sister's shampoo. It had been so long, too long.

"What're you guys doing here?" you ask, tears welling up in your eyes while the emotion takes you over. You try to sniffle back the tingle in your nose while a cry comes on. "Well, Ed called us when you left for Atlanta and asked if we wanted to all come here," your mom answers, "He got all our flights and everything."

You look over your mom's head to see Eddie leaning up against the fridge, wiping his own tear away off his cheek to see you so happy.

"You were so sad, angel," he shrugs, "I didn't want your holiday to feel so lonely. So y'know -- I got everyone here for you instead. Can't have my baby sad on Thanksgiving."

Your lower lip wobbles when you look at him, his soft gaze while your sister's go back to their previous tasks, "Let me help you bring your bags up."

When he says help he means he takes them all in one trip, you take note that all the guest rooms have been set up. Your family already unpacked and lived in like they've been here a day or two. By the looks of their suitcases they'll be here through the weekend. Your heart swells again. "Where's Wayne?" you ask quietly while you make it into your room. He pops your bags by the entry way of the dressing room to unpack for you later, coming up close to you to press a kiss to your cheek. "He's out back smoking the Turkey and listening to Alice's Restaurant on a loop," he chuckles, "He just drinks beer and hangs out -- definitely has a little crush on your mom though."

"Oh my god," you giggle back, "Well she's very pretty, I get it." "He's got a real soft spot for your neice and nephew," he nods, running a hand over the top of your head, "He's gonna be such a great grandpa."

"I bet he is," you bite your lip for a moment, thinking about a future where that's true. Where you have rockstar Eddie Munson's babies. You wish you could report all of this to the papers instead of whatever shit they put in the tabloid rags about him. HANDSOME ROCKSTAR FIANCE SAVES THANKSGIVING FOR AMERICA'S SWEETHEART!

People would read that, right? You'd read that.

"Was it a good surprise?" he asks, "It wasn't too much to spring on you I was nervous th--" "This is perfect," you nod, "It's so perfect, honey. You're perfect." "You're perfect," he counters, arms wrapping tight around you to give you a tight squeeze, "Why don't you get yourself together and I'll meet you downstairs. I gotta set things up in the dining room, things'll be ready to plate soon."

"Okay," you nod, pulling your airport best off over your head while you watch him disappear back into the house.

Dinner was one to remember. You hadn't felt the true familial magic of the holiday since you were a kid and suddenly it had flown back with a veangance.

In true Rink fashion, the after dinner digestif of Irish Coffee followed you all down to the inhome theater to watch Miracle on 34th street; the little ones and Eddie nursing hot cocoa with way too many marshmallows pouring over the tops of the mugs. "I don't have to have one," you assured him, squeezing him arm gently while you looked at the cup in front of you. "Don't worry about me," his voice calm and confident, knowing he was only going to make it half way through the movie before falling asleep anyway. Most of your family did except you and Wayne who was surprised to find out he was making his way to California instead of upstate New York.

"Couldn't find my good winter boots so it turned out for the best, I guess."

Your sleepy family finally roused, your older sister getting the kids set up in their own room downstairs before she made her way up to her room. Luna and your mom following suit upstairs, Wayne following soon after.

You and Eddie clean up the small theater and head to the kitchen to assess the damage of what needs to be done. Eddie gave house keeping the weekend off to spend with their families; so for the first time in a while dishes like this were all on the two of you.

Thank god for dishwashers and a good Bing Crosby Christmas record -- you're able to clean up the kitchen in no time; stealing kisses in between songs, getting lost in a dance or two.

When you get upstairs to your room you're both exhausted; but not so tired that your eye don't linger when he starts to undress. You know you don't have the energy for the night cap he'd like but it's nice to watch him; the dip of his waist, the way his shoulder blades move under his skin on his back. "Still hungry, Rink?" he winks; heat flames your cheeks.

"No, no, I'm just -- y'know," you shrug innocently, "You look good, baby."

"Thank you," he hums while he changes into a pair of boxers for bed. You make your way into your dressing room and slip into a little night gown for the hell of it, silk and lace so he has something nice to wake up to -- something to show how grateful you are for putting this together.

When you crawl into bed next to him in the still of the night, one arm wraps around you instinctively. Heaviness dips into your eyes at the touch, it's always so hard to sleep without him there. Your hand smooths over his chest when he feels it; the drag of metal across his skin. His hand comes up to take yours and his thumb reaches up to search for it; breath catching in his chest when he can confirm it.

You put your ring back on.

"Really?" he whispers into the dark, "Yeah?"

"Yeah Munson," you nod into the crook of his neck, "Gonna be your wife one day."

[sebbianas]

whatever you do dont think about wayne having dinner with steve and eddie. dont think about them sitting in the living room because they dont really have a dining table. dont think about eddie and steve sharing a plate because why would we have extra plates when its just the two of us here steve. dont think about wayne smiling softy at the two boys because he knows they went thru something more than they let on and he’s so happy to see his son nephew so happy and carefree with a boy who looks at him like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. dont think about wayne buying a new plate, glass, mug, spoon and fork because he just know steve would be joining their meals more and more. dont think about that one time wayne catches steve in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the munsons and how wayne said thanks for cooking son and steve almost cried because that felt so warm and he never thought he’ll be called son without a certain tone of disappointment. dont imagine wayne inviting steve to all their holidays because he just knows that the big house gets too quiet and its not much but you’re always welcome here its not gonna be a fancy celebration— and steve discreetly wipes away his tears feeling so overwhelmed because no uncle wayne its perfect thank you so much i would love to spend the holidays with you and eddie. dont think about wayne adopting this other boy who’s so busy taking care of everybody that he sometimes forget to take care of himself and if thats a job he and eddie can do then he would gladly do it.

[steviesbicrisis]

@unclewaynemunson Happy birthdaaaaay!! I saw your post about asking for Uncle Wayne related content for your bday and it inspired me to write this little thing! I didn't have a lot of time to work on it, please forgive any mistakes and I hope you like it!!

It's April of 1978 and, for the first time in his life, Wayne has to organize a birthday celebration for a kid.

Or better, "A teenager, I'm not a kid anymore" as Eddie would correct him every time.

It's been two months since he came knocking on his door, accompanied by social services, and things are... awkward at best.

The truth is, Wayne was never meant to be a father. He had come to accept it as he went through life and realized that the best way to not become like his old man was to not repeat the same mistakes he made. One being to have children when you can barely afford to feed them or have any love to give them.

Wayne had plenty of the latter, but lacked a stable relationship and a job that would pay him something bigger than his trailer.

So, being a father was not in his plans, but once he had realized Eddie couldn't have anything better than him, than his trailer park life, he welcomed him with open arms.

But Eddie had some trouble getting used to it.

He would talk to him only if Wayne talked to him first and Wayne, being a quiet old man, didn't do much of the talking himself. He would eat by himself when Wayne wasn't around, go to school by himself, and never left anything of his around (Wayne caught him putting his clean clothes back in the bag he came home with, once).

Sometimes, Wayne would even forget that Eddie was living with him.

So, when Eddie's birthday comes around, Wayne has no clue what he's supposed to do.

He has been giving him food, clothes, a bed, and school supplies, but Eddie doesn't ask for anything else and Wayne doesn't know what he needs.

Does he have friends he would celebrate with? does he expect a birthday party? how much would that cost? is it supposed to be a surprise?

He tries to get some sort of explanation out of Eddie, by staring at him quietly during breakfast, but he only gets a furrowed brow before the kid jumps off of his chair and rushes out of the trailer.

The frustration leads him, a few days later, to Melvald's General Store in the party supplies section.

Melvald’s isn’t a big store by any means but the selections of party hats and cake toppers is enough to confuse him even more and give him an headache.

His salvation comes in the form of none other than Joyce Byers. She must’ve noticed his pained look and decided to save him from his misery.

“I don’t know your boy very well, but I see him when I go get my kids from school” she admits, “he reminds me of my youngest, you know? He has some troubles expressing what he wants but… usually he’s happy with the simplest things. Just ask Eddie what he wants, I’m sure you’ll be fine.

Maybe get a cake, just in case. Kids love cake!”

——

“What is that?” It’s the first thing Eddie says when he gets home, staring at the cake on the table.

Kids love cake my ass Wayne curses Joyce, mentally.

They stare at each other until Wayne grunts a “it’s your birthday”, looking everywhere in the room but Eddie.

It’s a small “oh” that makes him focus on his nephew’s face.

Eddie is staring at the cake, a mix of emotions in his face that Wayne isn’t able to read.

“I haven’t had a birthday cake in a while. Dad never remembered my birthday."

It's not only what he says, but also the way he says it, with no emotions, like it's a thing he shouldn't be upset about, that breaks Wayne's heart.

Eddie approaches the table, in a way that funnily resembles a wary cat, and sits down in front of the cake. He doesn't say anything but stares at Wayne expectantly until he understands he's supposed to light up the candle on top of the cake.

"Do I have to sing you the song?" Wayne wonders, out loud.

"Please don't" Eddie is horrified.

Wayne gives him one mischevulous look before he starts to sing "Happy birthday to youuu" while Eddie covers up his hears and pleads him to stop.

Wayne was never meant to be a father, but he became a great one nonetheless.

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Under the Influence

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, weed use, high sex, light choking, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn kinda, think that's it

summary: you have known eddie since high school. you have since graduated but stayed rooting for him to finish his senior year. in commemoration of him graduating, you come back to Hawkins to celebrate. a slip of the tongue causes a confession to come loose.  

eddie x female reader

a/n: been tryna write this since my summer ended but uni is kickin my ass smh. hope whomever decides to read this enjoys it! :) ~nero

word count:8.9k (this became self indulgent i’m sorry)

Summer was creeping upon you. The anticipation of being on break again provided you with the spirit to feel alive again. Your spring semester drained you of everything you had left. It was inevitable and you wanted nothing more than to finally feel peace again. 

As you entered your apartment, you dropped your bags at your front door and began looking through the mail you grabbed. As you flicked through the pieces of paper you noticed a handwritten letter sticking out against the rest. The address was messily written but the name issued you a flashbulb of memories. 

“Hawkins?” 

Dropping the rest of the pile on the counter, you opened up the envelope. Opening the card that was tucked inside you read the words out loud. 

“Congrats, you are invited to the graduation of Eddie Mun- holy shit! Please call the number below to give us a head count. See you soon.”

You dropped the card and wiped your face, a smile forming across your cheeks and solidifying your disbelief. 

“He actually fuckin did it. I- lemme call them” 

Walking over to your landline, you dialed the number that you had memorized by heart. While waiting for the call to go through, the dull rings seemed to amplify your anticipation and you started to feel nervous. You hadn’t spoken to Eddie, nor his uncle for a few months due to having gotten completely wrapped up in your university schedule. On the fifth ring, the call finally picked up. 

“Munson residence, who’s calling?”

You chewed at your bottom lip before speaking

“Hey Wayne, how’s it going?” 

A quick silence fell over the call before you heard Wayne laugh over the line. 

“Well, I’ll be damned. How you doing y/n? It’s been forever since we’ve heard from you.”

“ I know, I know. I’m sorry about that by the way. This semester was beating my ass, I was playing constant catch up.” 

Your tone fell a bit, feeling a little bit guilty for not having spoken to Wayne or Eddie for such a long time. Before you left for college, you and Eddie had become best friends. Your friendship with each other bloomed and cemented itself for life while you were in school together. With Wayne welcoming you with open arms, you felt incredibly close to them. A bond that was almost too strong. 

“Ah c’mon. You know I’m just pulling your leg, kid.” 

“Some things never change.”

You both laughed before Wayne spoke again. 

“So I can’t imagine you called just to catch up, what’s the real reason.”

“Can’t get nothing past you…I was calling to speak to Eddie and congratulate him on finally pulling through his senior year.” 

“So you looked through your mail, huh? 

“I did. I wanted to let him know that I-“

You were cut off by Wayne yelling in the background 

“Eddie! Someone’s on the phone for ya!” 

His voice cleared up and you could tell he removed his hand from the bottom of the phone. 

“He’s gonna love this y/n” 

“Oh c’mon. He can’t have missed me that much.”

“You’d be surprised. Think he did it because of you honestly-ah here he is.”

You grabbed the body of your phone and pulled it down to the floor with you, your feet starting to hurt from standing in the same position. 

“Hello?”

“Congratulations on finally graduating, Munson.”

“Y/n?!”

“In the flesh…well not exactly in the flesh 'cause we’re on the phone but yeah.” 

Your nerves started to get the best of you and you, unfortunately, began stumbling over your words. 

“It’s been two years and you’re still awkward as ever.”

“Shut up. Least I’m not a dungeon master, fuckin nerd.”

You heard his scoff over the phone and you could almost see his face as if it was right in front of you. 

“Whatever. Anyways, thank you. Did you get the card? Is that why you called?” 

“Obviously. I wouldn’t miss you graduating for the world. So when is it?”

You began to smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy for Eddie finally finishing a milestone in his life. 

“It’s gonna be on the 27th of May.”

“Oh, perfect I’ll be done with finals and shit wayyy before then. Really, Eddie, I’m proud of you.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me now, y/l/n.”

“I’m not! I’m just proud of you finally getting through it. You’ve been talking about it n you pulled through.‘86 was your year.” 

He mumbled a low thank you feeling shy from the praise you were giving him. You could almost hear him thinking on the other end of the line about where to take the conversation next. 

“So when are you done for the semester?”

“I actually finished today. Most of my professors gave our exams during study week so I’m technically on break a little bit early.” 

“Oh, wow okay. Well, that’s nice.”

“Yeah, problem is I just don’t know what I’m gonna do for the summer.” 

“You should come out here. Stay with me n Wayne for a bit.”

You went silent, thinking about the idea in depth before realizing it was a great idea. You’d finally have the time to catch up and do it properly instead of over the phone. You heard Eddie speak again trying to backpedal on his initial statement. 

“O-Only if you want to, ya know. I wouldn’t wanna-“

“-Sounds like a great idea. Think Wayne would be okay with it…?”

You trailed off throwing the ball into his court without trying to have too much excitement trespass through your tone. 

“Y/n…you used to practically live here before you ran off to college. I’m sure he’d be happy to have you here again.” 

You laughed, realizing how silly you sounded when Eddie was spot on. 

“When should I come out then?”

“Whenever you want, sweetheart. Just let me know beforehand so I can clean my room. Gotta make sure you still think highly of me.” 

That nickname. Year after year you had to convince yourself that that’s all it was. Even after you moved away, after every phone call it would ring in your ears like a perpetual death knell. Reminding you of what you couldn’t have even though it was so close. The feelings bubbled up again and you swallowed them with a playful insult wanting to not stew while still on the phone.

“You cleaning your room…I think hell would freeze over before that happened.”

“Keep talking and I’ll take back my offer.”

“Okay, okay my white flag is in the air, Eds.”

Your mouth moved before your brain could catch up with you. Your following words could’ve been easily heard as friends excited to see each other, but you knew. You slipped up. You knew and you could only hope you didn’t rat yourself out.

“I wanna see you.”

An airy chuckle left his throat.

“You know you can just say that you miss me.”

“I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”

“Okay, what if I say it first? I miss you. See not so hard.”

You sighed, trying to assimilate the butterflies flying in your stomach into something else. 

He was just your best friend, nothing more.

You constantly had to remind yourself, and yet the more you said it the less true it seemed. Your next words came out too easily and Eddie was not one to miss an opportunity at teasing you. 

“Fine. I miss you too.”

“Eager, aren't we?”

“I have every right to put the phone on the hook right now, Munson.”

A full-fledged laugh left him and forced a smile upon your face. The sound was a melody of sorts, a song that you forgot you knew and you could listen to it on repeat every day. The two of you continued talking and it was like nothing ever changed between the two of you. The way you were sitting on the floor reminded you of your senior year and how you would perch yourself at the edge of your bedroom door. Stretching the phone cord as far as it could go so that you wouldn’t wake your parents up talking to him into the early hours of the morning. 

Everything was so easy with him that it was maddening. It drove you crazy that you always seemed to have felt something more. Something that you would rather drown in than say out loud, out of fear of losing him forever. 

Before you realized it, hours had passed by and it began to grow dim in your apartment. The sun finally cowering behind the mountains and the building itself. Looking out the window, the sunset made the sky look like it was on fire, reminiscent of something you felt within. 

“Alright Eds, I think Imma grab some takeout from somewhere before everything closes down.”

“Damn already? Time flew by.”

“Crazy what a couple months does to us, huh?”

“Alright, but before you go, I’ve got one last thing for ya.”

“And that is..?”

“Well…what if..nah nevermind.”

“Munson if you don’t spit it out.-”

Your mind wandered through all the possible questions he could ask you and your stomach fell to your ass in anticipation. 

“When does your break end?”

“Uhh, I think late August. Why?”

“Wellll, why don’t you just stay for the summer? We could do it like we used to. Whaddaya say, sweetheart?” 

If he could see your face, you wouldn’t hear the end of it. You were smiling ear to ear, the thought of spending the whole summer with him was something you thought only your dreams could make up.

“I think that’s a great idea, Eddie.”

“Is that a smile I hear?”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you wouldn't have it any other way.”

He was right though, you wouldn’t. Anything remotely different you would shun the idea of. 

“I’ll call you later tomorrow after I go down to the airport and figure out the earliest I can come out.”

“Alright, y/n, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Talk to you tomorrow, Eds.”

Eds. If only you knew what it did to him. You two were the same coin just stuck on opposite sides. Your backs were turned, trapped in stubborn ways and fearful pride. His heart thumped a little bit faster than usual, even himself noticing the skip. He placed the phone back on its plastic body and hovered over it. His thoughts raced about if he would ever find the courage to tell you his truth.  

You placed the phone on the hook and finally got up from your position on the floor. Stretching you suddenly felt warm all over, the reality of your summer setting in and you smiled.

“The whole summer.”

The day couldn’t end fast enough. If you could, you would've packed your things and flown over tonight, but the universe couldn’t allow that kind of freedom. Instead, you opted to fill up your night with your usual activities, starting with your quest for dinner first. 

After you made it back to your apartment, your hand was weighed down by the plastic bag that was holding the food. Setting it down on the floor, you rummaged through your bag for your keys. Unlocking your door, you flicked on the light and set your food on the counter. Turning around to face your sink, you began washing your hands and a smile began its formation on your face. 

The mere thought of being able to spend time with Eddie uninterrupted again was something you thought only your dreams could make up. Something that existed only in the moments before you drifted to sleep in hopes that one day it would manifest into reality. As much as you wished for your relationship to be something more, the compromise of just getting to spend time with him would satisfy you enough. 

Sitting down you unpacked your bag and began to eat. Thoughts of what your summer was to bring clouded your mind. You hoped that when you went to the airline in the morning that you could catch the earliest flight, maybe even a red eye just so you could maximize your time there. 

Finishing up your food, you threw your containers away and began your nightly routine. It was a little bit earlier than usual for you, but you wanted to get to the airport first thing in the morning, hoping to beat any lines because you knew how crowded it could get in there. Finishing up your routine, you finally crawled into bed and tried your best to force yourself asleep. Your nerves were running like it was going to be your first day of school tomorrow. Like always, you shut your eyes and imagined your fantasies in technicolor hoping subconsciously, that maybe, in that special trailer in Hawkins, Eddie was doing the same.

When your eyes flickered open the following morning, your body woke you up with the sun peaking above the mountains casting a warm orange hue in your bedroom. With the sky changing from its midnight murk into pale pink, blues, and oranges. you pulled yourself from your bed and began to get yourself ready. By the time you finished you still had a little time to spare but decided to drive down to the airport just to get it out of the way. 

The drive down was halfway across town and the morning traffic was always bumper to bumper. Your university was on the same side of town and driving down every day was one of the many things you hated about going to school. 

Arriving at the airport, you meandered your way around the building coming across the company you were looking for. Unfortunately for you, you happened to be one of the poor bastards thinking the same thing as everyone else and the line was daunting. Shoulders hunched, you walked to the back of the line. 

After waddling your way up to the front of the line a representative finally called you over after what seemed like hours. Running through all the possible flight options you opted for a flight the next day in the late morning thinking that that would allow enough time to do what you needed to do. 

Before you headed back home, you ran to the store to pick up a few things you knew you would need so you wouldn’t have to buy so much once you made it to Hawkins. Finishing up in the store, you sat back in your car and finally took a look at the clock. 

It’s almost 11 already damn

Reaching for your seatbelt, you clicked it into place and sighed, talking to yourself. 

“As much as I want to grab food I should prolly save for when I’m out there.”

Sticking your keys into the ignition, you began the drive back home figuring that by the time you got back home and called Eddie, the rest of your day would be taken up by packing. Plus, you had enough food in your apartment that you could make yourself something quick later in the day. 

Pulling into the parking lot of your complex, you sighed again, happy to finally be home. Opening your back seat you grabbed all your grocery bags and shut your door with your hip. Walking up the stairs, you dug into your back pocket fishing for your keys to open the door. Once in the safe space of your home, you dropped your bags on the counter and rushed over to the phone, sudden excitement brewing within you. 

Checking the clock, you calculated the time difference and figured Eddie should be up by now. Dialing his number, you waited patiently. The ringing being the only thing filling up the silence and finally, the line picked up.

“Munson re-”

“-Afternoon dork.”

“Well hello to you too.”

Both of you chuckled, the dynamic between you two never failing to amuse you while your laughs subsided into heavy puffs of air out your nose.

“Did you talk to Wayne yet?”

Eddie sighed and your stomach dropped a little bit, his tone a little solemn.

“I did actually…and…he said that he couldn’t…have thought of a better idea.”

“You jackass, you had me worried for a second there.”

He was laughing on the other line completely getting a kick out of taking the piss out of you.

“Anyways, I got my flight scheduled. I’ll be flying out tomorrow at 11am my time and it’s only a three-hour flight so I should be there like 5ish your time?”

“Oh damn, y/n, okay! You weren’t playing around.”

A snort of air left your nose, a burst of confidence suddenly flowing through you.

“I meant what I said yesterday, Eds…I wanna see you! Imissyou.”

His skin goosed up yet again, the nickname sounding so sweet from your tongue. Meanwhile, the last part of your sentence faded into mush and he took this as his opportunity to swallow his feelings for just a moment. Eddie knew your antics well enough that he caught the words perfectly. But you didn’t need to know that.

“I’m sorry, what was that sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch it.”

“I’ll cancel my flight.”

“But then you won’t get to see me as soon y/n. I’d hate to make you wait any longer.”

You could hear the fake pout in his voice knowing that he was just teasing you. 

“You make my head itch, you know that?”

“Well once you get here, I can scratch it for ya. How’s that sound?”

You rolled your eyes, used to his antics but never used to the way they made you feel. Especially, when they were so pointed. 

“Sounds great, but ya know what would sound better? If you could pick me up from the airport. If not I totally understand.”

“Y/n.  How else are you going to get here? Hitchhike?”

“Well I mean if I have to…”

You trailed off feeling a little guilty about asking him in the first place.

“Where ya flying into?”

“Uhh, Marion airport.”

He sighed heavily over the phone which made you start spinning your wheel of anxiety.

“You know you don’t have to ask me for shit like that. I was gonna come out regardless y/n, I’m just messing with ya.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding and laughed it off. You guys continued to talk for a bit before you checked the time and figured you should start packing all of your things to make sure you weren’t stressed out tomorrow morning. Saying your goodbyes, you hung up the phone and began the massive chore that was packing. 

By the time you were finished the sun was beginning to set. Per usual, it took you longer than it should have because you got distracted by so many different things. Mainly, it was you going over which record you wanted to play next, but picking through all your clothes was a challenging feat in itself. Sighing, finally content with what you had come together with, you walked into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat before winding down for the night.

Once you felt that it was late enough, you went through your nightly routine lightly smiling throughout the whole ordeal thinking about what was to come. Sliding into bed, you snuggled yourself underneath the covers patiently waiting for sleep to overtake you. 

As you got ready the next morning, it dawned on you that you would need a ride to the airport so that you wouldn’t have to leave your car there all summer. Calling one of your friends a little later in the morning they agreed to come to pick you up and drop you off at the airport. Hugging them, you grabbed your luggage from the backseat and shared your goodbyes as you walked back into the building. Checking your luggage, you didn’t have to wait long before your flight began to board.

Finding your seat, you settled in pretty quickly. Trying your best to not let your nerves overwhelm you at the moment. Once the plane made it through the turbulence of take-off and your stomach found itself back in its proper location, you eased your worries. Feeling the effects of your early rise finally hit you, your eyes fluttered shut and a well-needed nap overcame your body.

The minor turbulence flying into Indiana woke you up from your deep slumber. Surprisingly, you slept through most of the flight and it left you feeling more refreshed than you have in a while. Looking out the window, you could see the patches of green become more defined, slowly turning into individual trees and buildings rather than just masses of color. When the wheels of the plane finally touched the ground, you couldn’t wait to get off. The excitement that you were suppressing now bubbling up again.

Walking through the airport, you followed the signs to baggage claim and on your journey there you spotted a mop of dusky, brown hair waiting nearby. He was facing away from you, but the vibrant Dio patch assured you that it was him. Watching the carousel of bags run past you, you noticed the plush tag hanging off your luggage and walked over to it, not wanting to wait for it to mosey its way to you. 

It was almost picture perfect. The way you clicked your handle into place and your eyes met his as you brought your head up. A wide smile spreading across both your faces. You jogged toward him, your luggage trailing behind you as Eddie did the same with his arms stretched out. You rolled your luggage upright as you wrapped your arms around him, his hair tickling your face as you nuzzled into him. 

“Glad to see the plane didn’t crash.”

“I slept the whole ride here so I didn’t even get the chance to think about it.”

You both giggled and he squeezed you just a little harder as if you would disappear if he didn’t.

“Shit, it’s so good to see you, sweetheart.”

You hoped he didn’t feel the extra beat your heart jumped as the words left his mouth. You let out an airy laugh, agreeing with him.

“Seems like it’s been forever.”

You pulled away from each other, getting another good look before he spoke again.

“You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

You followed him out to the parking lot to his van and all at once, so many memories came flooding back to you. Eddie took your luggage from you and tossed it in the back. As you heard the back doors slam, you went to reach for the passenger’s handle. Not before hearing his footsteps quicken and a loud

“Ah ah ah!”

Eddie grabbed the door for you and theatrically bowed down with a cheesy accent possessing his cords.

“M’lady.”

You smiled rolling your eyes as you hopped into his van. The drive wasn’t long to his home and seemed shorter with how much you guys were talking. The conversation never ended and it left you feeling more than just nostalgia. 

As he pulled up to his trailer, he made a point to open the door for you again, before going to grab your luggage from the back. You went to grab it but he jerked the bag away from you giving you a look that said ‘don’t even try it’. You followed him up the steps into the trailer and he brought your bag into his bedroom.

You stuffed your hands into your back pockets looking around the trailer that once was your home away from home. You kicked your shoes off leaving them by the door as you heard Eddie trail from the hallway.

“Is Wayne not here?”

“Uh uh. He picked up an extra shift so he probably won’t be back until the morning.”

You nodded and Eddie tacked onto his previous words. 

“So it’s just you and me tonight, baby.”

He wiggled his eyebrows adding more to the double entendre that he created. You smiled lightly and drew your hands from your pockets, wiggling them with little enthusiasm. 

“Oh, great. I can’t wait.”

Sarcasm dripped from your dry tone, hoping that you could keep your act up as long as you planned to. Eddie came closer to you and wrapped his hands around yours. His rings sending a quick chill up the surface of your skin. 

“Aww, don’t be like that. Thought you said you missed me?”

He fake pouted trying his very best to get a rise out of you. Then his eyebrows raised.

“Think I know how to get you to soften up.”

You smiled. 

“Oh yeah, and what's that.”

“...Oh you know…just a little bit of green.”

You tapped on your chin, playing like you had to think about his offer. 

“You roll I’ll order food?”

“There she is!”

He smiled dragging you into his bedroom. You sat on his bed and starfished out on top of it. Looking around his room, you noticed he changed a few posters, added some small ones here and there and

“I see you changed your guys’ logo again. I like it.”

“Yeah? I think the lettering looks better.”

“It definitely does. Think it fits the genre better too.”

Eddie smiled to himself, finding comfort in your approval as well as finally fishing out all his materials to roll a joint.

“I always forget where I put the fuckin paper.”

You snorted and brought yourself up from the bed. Bending down to the floor, you unzipped your bag and rummaged through your layers of clothes before finding the shorts you were looking for. 

“I’m gonna go change real quick. My jeans are suffocating me.”

“You know where the bathroom is.”

Slipping out of his room, you turned into the bathroom and quickly changed out of your pants. You didn’t bother closing the door, part of it was you being so comfortable around him and the subconscious part was you hoping he’d pass by. As you walked back into his room you dropped your jeans on top of your suitcase. What you didn’t notice, was how Eddie’s eyes grew wide at your entrance. 

Your shorts were, for lack of a better word, short. They covered just enough so that the bottom of your buttcheek wouldn’t hang out of the bottom but barely covered enough to keep his thoughts at bay. Your legs were long and he was particularly obsessed with the curve of your thighs and how they molded perfectly to your ass. He was obsessed with everything about you to be completely transparent, but there was something about the bottom half of your body that just kept his thoughts racing. 

You looked over at the tray noticing he hadn’t even laid the weed out yet. 

“I’ll go order food. What are you feeling?”

His eyes suddenly spaced out thinking about what sounded good to eat.

“Pizza?”

“Works for me.”

As you walked down the hallway you heard him yell out.

“And I’ll be paying. Just a fyi.”

You smiled to yourself before picking up the phone and dialing the number to the local pizza place through muscle memory. It was something you thought you would have forgotten now, but this was something that you used to do so often, your brain just kept space for it. As the phone began to ring you called out to Eddie.

“Meat lovers or cheese?”

“Just do both, you know we’ll finish it.”

As he finished yelling from his bedroom, the line picked up and you placed the order. The guy on the phone informed you it be about a half hour before the delivery would be made. Finishing up on the phone, you walked back into the bedroom and flopped onto his bed, sitting crisscrossed. You stared at him rolling the weed at his desk, unable to take your eyes off of him. He was just so pretty in your eyes. 

And now he’s bringing it to his mouth oh god

Before you even had the chance to admire him, your thoughts were quickly clouded with your lust for him. The way his tongue swiped across the paper, adhering one side to the other was oddly arousing. Everything he did had the ability to make you squirm. 

“If you’re gonna eye fuck me like that at least buy me dinner first.”

His voice brought you out of your trance and it took a second for his words to sink in. When they did, y our defenses went up immediately. 

“I- I was not eye fucking you Eds.”

“Uh huh, sure and this isn’t a joint in my hands.”

You groaned, embarrassment slowly finding its way into your face. Eddie though was more than amused. In his own mocking way, he was testing the water. Beneath all his teasing he was trying to see where your feelings were without directly asking you. Plus, every time you got defensive, he thought you looked adorable so it was a win-win for him. 

Eddie walked over to the bed, sitting across from you. He leaned back to grab his ashtray and set it in the middle of both of your guys’ legs. Trying so hard to change the subject, you brought up the pizza. 

“Pizza said it’ll be here in like a half hour so we should be finished with this by then.”

“It’s no doubt that we’ll be finished with this joint, but the real question is will we be on our second one.”

You shrugged your shoulders

“Honestly, probably.”

Eddie held the joint out to you trying to give you the first hit. You pushed his hand back giving the joint back to him.

“Dealer hits first.”

“Yeah, well, dealer makes the rules and dealer says his favorite guest gets first hit.”

He held the joint back out to you and you took it seeing that there was no way you would win this battle. Looking up at him you had an idea.

“Wanna light it for me?”

Eddie looked up at you, his chocolate eyes softening at your request. As you looked back at him, you felt your eyebrows furrow upwards questioning him and what he was about to do next. His lips quirked up into a small smile as he silently agreed with you picking up the lighter off the bed. Leaning forward, he brought the lighter to the joint, his eyes flickering back and forth between your own and the now smoking tip. Inhaling, you took a long drag and the burning embers of the weed glowed a bright orange. 

Exhaling, you blew the smoke right into Eddie’s face, smiling as you did so. You began to giggle and imprisoned your bottom lip between your teeth as the smoke cleared and you handed the joint back to him.

“Nice aim, princess.”

You rolled your shoulders back and sat tall on the bed, smirking at him.

“I’ve been practicing.”

He scoffed at you shaking his head as he brought the joint to his lips. As he inhaled you couldn’t help but stare at him and commit his features to memory. He was just so nice to look at. The way his hair cascaded down his face, the way his lips wrapped around the joint, and his expression as he fully inhaled, you just couldn’t tear your eyes away. It wasn’t until you breathed in the secondhand smoke and heard his voice rattle through the air did you come to. 

“Ya know, sweetheart, if you grab the camera over there you can look a little longer.”

Mortified. You were horrifically embarrassed but somehow also kinda glad that you got caught. Eddie slowly looked up at you through his lashes smirking at his ability to make you flustered. Your mouth hung open looking for a comeback but silence encased your tongue. 

Stuck in the realm of your embarrassment, the universe seemed to be on your side because there was a loud knock on the door. 

“Ah, must be the pizza man. Here hold this.”

Eddie handed you the joint while he pushed himself up from the bed and grabbed some cash lounging on his desk. You fell back on the bed letting out a sigh of relief. The air was beginning to get too thick with him still in the room. Taking another drag, you felt yourself fully feel the effects of the weed. You felt more relaxed than you had all day. Your limbs feeling a little light and your head heavy. Your bottom lip found itself trapped between your teeth as you tried your best to not smile as wide as you could.

With another long drag, you heard Eddie’s footsteps come down the hallway. He only stuck his head in at first before fully bringing his body into frame. You held your arm out signaling to him to take the joint.

“Hey, let's g-what’s got you all smiley, y/n?”

You chuckled trying your best to keep your thoughts at bay. 

“Oh, ya know…nothing.”

You knew yourself better though. You knew that he knew whenever you got any type of inebriated, whether it be through smoke or harsh liquids, you knew that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Which was exactly why you were giggling. It was coming up and you knew you weren’t gonna be able to keep it in much longer. Eddie called out to you knowingly.

“Y/n? C’mon, tell me. What is it?”

“Okaay, if you must know. Just thinking about how much I like you.”

“What?”

“Wha-oh.”

Oh.

Suddenly it was like you never got high in the first place. Fear and anxiety overwhelmed your body as the realization hit you. The silence was deafening. So loud that you could hear a faint ringing in your ears. The cat was out of the bag now and you couldn’t even find the words to cover your tracks. 

“I-uh. Eddie please just forget I said that. I don’t wanna…I don't wan-”

“-Can I try something?”

“What? Make fun of me…”

“Sit up, sweetheart.”

You forced yourself up but kept your head hung low. 

“Gotta look at me to do this.”

You sighed, feeling the bed dip, and silently prepped yourself for rejection. Eddie brought the joint up to his lips, taking the final drag. After he leaned back dropping the roach in his ashtray, he sat closer to you and brought his hand up underneath your chin gazing into your eyes. His eyes asked a simple “do you trust me?” and you nodded preparing for anything. 

His face slowly got closer to yours waiting for you to pull away, but when you didn’t he closed the rest of the distance quickly, his lips attaching themselves to yours. Your eyes widened and a small, muffled squeak escaped from your throat. Settling into the moment, you placed your hand on his lower thigh for support and returned the kiss. As you parted your mouth, he blew the smoke into yours. You pulled away to blow the smoke out your direction and when you looked back, Eddie’s eyes were glued to yours. 

“So do I.”

You cocked your head, not understanding what he meant.

“I like you too. For too long now it seems.”

Your lips parted slightly, shock killing the words that you meant to speak. Your eyes softened, the reality of your dreams staring back at you.

“Can you kiss me again?”

He didn’t speak, instead, he moved toward you with a quickness that you almost didn’t register. His lips were on yours again, soft and gentle. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and trail back behind your neck. You needed more of him though. It wasn’t enough and all that was pent up was boiling over. 

You brought yourself up to your knees and swung one leg over his lap straddling him. He pulled away from you, breath heavy and hands wandering over your thighs. You played with the ends of his hair and placed your hand on his chest. He brought his hand up to lay on top of yours and you hung your head. 

“I can’t believe this is happening right now.”

“How long?”

It took you a second to register his question but once you did you smiled thinking about how chessy your answer was going to sound. 

“Since before I left. One night when we were on the phone with each other I just…something clicked and I realized it was you. And I’ve been keeping it to myself since then…”

“God dammit y/n.”

A huff of air left his nose and you could see a small smirk forming on his mouth. 

“All this time I’ve been going bat shit about when I should tell you and here you are parading around with this crush on me for two years?! When I could’ve been doing this instead.”

Eddie held you by your hips, flipping your position on his bed you were now underneath him. He hovered over you his hair and his necklace draping down towards you. You reached up to his pick, twirling it between your fingers. 

“I’ve always liked this.”

“You want it?”

“Maybe.”

You smiled up at him but when he looked into your eyes he saw what other feelings were cycling through your head. Your eyes trailed down to his lips and back up to his eyes, sporting a knowing look. Bending down, you saw he was about to gingerly place his lips again, so you grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him down to you. This is what you needed to feel. The mutual need after denying yourselves of each other for so long. 

Eddie’s hand trailed down to your torso finding solace in the dip of your waist. You brought your hand up to the nape of his neck and slowly weaved your fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful of it. A low groan left his throat and you rolled your hips up towards him in response. 

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You panted for a moment trying to get your breath back, but as soon as you began to ask your question it was stolen from you. Nerves and excitement rushed through you. 

“I want you.”

“Shit, don’t just be saying shit y/n.”

“I’m not. I-I need you, Eddie. Please.”

You watched his eyes dilate, his breath quickening. He kissed you again in an attempt to quiet his thoughts that were racing one after the other. Every imagine, every fantasy he ever whipped up about you coming to light as he gazed down upon you. Your shorts slowly riding higher and higher, exposing more of yourself to him.

“On one condition.”

You looked up at him, ready to give him anything that he asked for. 

“Be mine. From now until whenever-”

“Yes. I’m yours, Eddie. Always have been.” 

You shied away from the end of your answer feeling a little flustered admitting everything fully to him. Hearing you not only accept him but affirm him with such certainty sent chills up his spine. Having enough of the talking you decided to make a move. You rolled the two of you over so that you were straddling him again. You took the hem of his shirt into your hands, signaling him to take it off.

In a swift motion, the fabric left his body, leaving his top half exposed to you. He smiled up at you before grabbing your shirt. 

“Your turn, y/n.”

Slipping out of your shirt you threw it somewhere in his room, worrying about its whereabouts later. Eddie brought his hands to your hips, squeezing at the skin there and slowly trailing his hands up and down your sides. You smiled down at him before reaching your hands behind your back and unclasped your bra. You let the fabric fall in front of you before tossing it to the floor. 

“Shit, sweetheart. You tryna kill me.” 

You grabbed one of his hands, smiling as you brought it up to your breast, laying your hand atop his to signal him to mold the skin there. 

“Maybe.”

You felt his skin shutter and his hips roll up into yours. In a blink, you were back underneath him and he rolled his hips back into yours the friction of his jeans penetrating through the light layers you were wearing on the bottom. Eddie came down to kiss you again, somehow leaving you the most breathless out of all the ones he’d given you. When he pulled away there was a different look in his eyes, almost a nervous gaze that fell on him. 

“I, uh. Ya know I haven’t done this…a lot and the last person I was with it just…was not up to par so just let me know when you feel good?” 

You kinda wondered what went wrong with the last person for a moment before you brought yourself back down to the reality of your situation. Cupping his face in your hand, you looked at him directly, making sure that there was not a shadow of a doubt present. 

“As long as I’m with you, Eddie, I’ll always feel good.”

An extra puff of air left his nose as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Lightly laughing he came back up to face you. 

“Stop saying all the shit that makes me soft. I’m supposed to taking control here.” Rolling your hips up to his you were trying your best to tease him as your body slowly succumbed to your unbearable need for him. 

“Then take it…take me, Eddie. Please.”

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He came back down to your face placing a needy kiss on your lips. He trailed his way down your jaw and then down to your neck where he tried to find your sweet spot. Kissing around, he felt the way you shuddered as his lips connected right before the junction where your neck and shoulders met. He smirked against your skin before attacking the same spot, sucking on it. His hand trailed up your sides and rested on your boob before rolling your nipple in between his fingers. A moan left your throat, a little louder than you expected but at this moment you couldn’t care less. 

“Eddie, please.”

He kissed over your skin one more time before returning your question. 

“Please what, baby.” 

Eddie’s hand traveled down your body before slipping past the waistband of your shorts and underwear slowly slipping his fingers between your folds. You moaned out, your hips moving on their own volition. 

“God, you’re so fuckin wet, baby.”

“Can’t help it when I have you on top of me, finally.”

You were getting drunk on the feeling of just finally being able to touch him like this, not even thinking about the answer you needed to give him because the way he was rolling your bud was driving you crazy enough. His motions stopped and you snapped your eyes open, confused as to why his fingers left your core. Eddie looked at you, a smug smile plastered on his face.

“Soaked just from a little kissing, huh? I think I know how to fix this for you but you have to tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

All inhibition left you. Your need to feel Eddie in every capacity was much stronger than your will to keep some composure. 

“Eddie, please. I need you. I need you inside of me. I’ve waited so long to have you that I can’t wait anymore. Please, just touch me anything.”

You were begging him. 

You were begging him.

It all went straight to his cock, which was now suffocating in his jeans. He groaned and his breath quicked leaving you stuck in anticipation of what he was gonna do next. As you looked up into his eyes, his chocolate orbs were now being drowned by a sea of black. You felt a dip in the bed and saw him get up to remove his jeans. 

You were more than surprised at his length as it sprung out of his boxers. As he crawled back on the bed and hovered over you, his hands wrapped themselves into your waistband, but before pulling them down Eddie looked up at you asking for permission. You nodded slightly and in an instant, your cunt was met with the cool air. Eddie lowered himself to bring him face to face with your pussy.

“Can’t wait to taste you, y/n.”

Before he could dive into lapping at your cunt, you stopped him by pressing your hand against his shoulder. 

“Not, not tonight Eds. Believe me, I want it but I-I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel you now, please.” 

You spoke breathlessly. Unable to catch your breath while coming to terms with what was about to happen. 

“You sure, sweetheart.”

“Eddie, if you don’t fuck me now, I’ll do it myself.”

“Someone’s a little feisty, I like it.”

You shared a quick laugh before Eddie went to line himself up at your entrance. 

“Wait, I need a condom.”

“I’m on the pill, Eds. Unless you wanna use one. I don’t mind, but I kinda wanna feel all of you and feel you like ya know but it’s-”

Eddie kissed you, stopping your ramble and you moaned into it. 

“Stop talking, princess. I got ya.”

The new nickname had you fluttering around nothing and Eddie caught a glimpse of it but decided to swallow his opportunity to tease you again. Eddie got back into position and placed himself at your entrance, rolling his dick over your pussy and teasing you in a different way. To be completely transparent, he just wanted to hear you beg for him again. You whined out his name, but he smirked. 

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, y/n.”

“Eddie, fuck me. Please fuck me! I need to feel you inside of me. I’ve needed you for so long, please don’t make me beg anymore. I wanna feel you stretch me out. I’ve waited long enough. Just fuck me, please fuck me~ah!”

He sunk himself in your tight, warm walls with both of your moans filling the silence in his bedroom. You saw his breath become more ragged, and was borderline feral. Slowly he pulled his cock all the way out before slamming it back in. You cried out, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix just right. 

“Eddie, fuck! Go faster, please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, he was holding back and was just waiting for your go-ahead. His hips snapped into yours, the sound of skin slapping seemingly getting louder with each thrust. Your moans were in tandem with one another, creating your own wolfish symphony. Eddie dropped his head in the space between your neck and shoulders, his words on repeat as he fully indulged in the pleasure. 

“Fuck y/n. Fuck, you feel so good. Fuck you feel good!”

Eddie brought himself back up to look at your face which was now completely fucked out. Your eyes were lidded and every time you looked at him your cunt quivered with arousal and anticipation. You reached out for his hand and moved it to position it around your throat. The coolness of his rings sent a different kind of shiver through your bones. 

Eddie looked down at you slightly, cocking his head before you choked out another please. With your whimpers, his final straw broke. The dam that was barricading all the love and lust he had for you was broken and he gave you everything he had left. His thrusts quickened as his hand squeezed at the pressure points on your throat. Eddie lowered himself down to growl in your ear.

“My baby girl likes it a little rough, doesn’t she? This feel good sweetheart? My hand wrapped around your throat.” 

You felt so needy. Your body rolling and quivering into his as his hips pistoned into your own. He didn’t need you to respond, he just wanted to torture you. He gazed down over your fucked out figure one more time, smiling to himself about the state he put you in. Your pussy giving him ample praise, clenching after every word he said. 

“Shit, y/n. You gotta stop squeezing me like that, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

You whined as you rolled into him, clawing your nails into his back as you tried your best to fuck him back as the fire built in your lower abdomen. 

“I c-can’t help i-it. You feel so fuckin good, Eddie.”

Every time you said his name, something else within him snapped. He removed his hand from your neck and instead placed both of his hands on your hips, lifting them from the bed as he pounded into you. Your moans left your mouth rapidly, unable to control the frequency of them. 

Eddie’s thrusts were getting more and more sloppy and you could feel the slight twitches of his cock signaling that he was coming on the precipice of his arousal. Eddie brought one of his hands to your swollen bud and started rolling it in small circles. You cried out at all the sensations overwhelming you. 

“Eddie, fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, your words going straight to his cock.

“Good girl, that’s it. Cum for me.”

“Eddie, cum inside of me. I wanna feel all of you, please.”

Both your resolves dropped at the same time, your orgasms overhauling any other thoughts you had. Any moan that he had been holding back was now on full display for you to hear. Your cunt was milking him of all he was worth. Spasming uncontrollably at the feeling of your orgasm washing over you. Eddie was still moving slowly inside of you and leaned down to kiss you. 

This kiss was needy yet gentle. Full of yearning as you made up for the lost time. He kissed you like he knew he had you now. There was nothing else to worry about, nothing to be afraid of. You cupped both sides of his face, afraid that he was somehow gonna disappear from you. He pulled back and smiled at you. His eyes were soft and chocolatey again. 

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“I know. That’s why I’m holding on so tight. I finally have you.”

He slid out of you and you felt his cum begin to leak out of you despite your efforts to keep it inside. He got up from the bed, still as bare as Adam, calling to you from the hallway. 

“I’m just gonna grab you something to clean you up with.”

Eddie came back with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up the best he could.

“You made a mess.”

You looked at him your eyebrows raised incredulously. 

“Um, I believe we made the mess, Munson.”

“Reduced to my last name now. After all that’s happened.”

Eddie shook his head in jest, obviously pulling your leg. Eddie climbed back in the bed getting ready to pull you towards him before you began to get up. 

“I’m gonna go pee now or else I will forget.”

He laughed at you and waited for you to come back. In the time that you took in the bathroom, he played with the pick attached to his necklace. Smiling down at it, he remembered that you said you “always liked it”. Eddie released the ball from its chain and had the necklace resting in his hand. As you came back into the room, he looked at you with a giant grin still stuck on his face.

“What are you so smiley for?”

“Close your eyes.”

So you did and you felt his weight shift around the bed. Then you felt something cold hit your neck and his hands delicately securing the metal together. 

“Okay, you can open them now.”

Looking down, you were met with the red tones of his guitar pick. A smile quickly grew on your face and you looked up at him. 

“Eddie…you didn’t have to.”

“Ah ah, I insist. Besides, everyone needs to know you’re mine now somehow.”

You both stayed smiling at each other as you leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. You were about to say something, but your stomach interrupted you with its growling. Eddie looked at you and then your stomach and back up at you. 

“Shall we eat then?”

“Think we should.”

Getting up from the bed you walked over to your luggage to grab a new pair of underwear. As you turned around to grab your clothes you noticed Eddie’s Hellfire shirt was closest to you. Picking it up you slid it over your body. As your head peaked through the hole, you saw Eddie staring at you clad in nothing but some sweatpants and his mouth ajar. Closing it, he walked over to you guiding you out to the hallway. 

“So what I’m seeing is, you obviously wanna have more sex after we eat.”

“How’d you get to that conclusion, Einstein?”

“Well, sweetheart, you’re in my shirt. And luckily for you, I think you happen to look great in it. But! It definitely would look better throwing it back on the floor where it belongs.”

You turned your head to smile at him while opening the boxes of pizza. 

“I do suppose we have a lot of catching up to do.”

You ended your sentence tapping your finger on his nose. Eddie grabbed your hips and pushed you closer to the edge of the counter, caging you in. 

“You little minx.”

[corrodedseraphine]

have mercy on me | #1 mercy

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: When Chrissy breaks Eddie's heart you are the only one who saves him from drowning. Meanwhile, your dreams to feel what it's like to be much closer to him than you've had the chance to be before become reality. You are given a whole week in heaven, only to have it violently ripped from your hands later.

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song that I used here: Lewis Capaldi - Mercy

I don't promise it will be good, for real. I just had to find some way to deal with the low point I was in and something like this came out. It is possible that in this chapter everything happens too fast and chaotic.

When Eddie started dating Chrissy he was on cloud nine. The Hawkins High princess noticed the freak? After breaking up with Jason, she ran straight into Eddie who welcomed her with open arms. He felt as if he had just won the lottery, as if suddenly the Fourth of July celebrations had come much earlier and the sky was covered with a million beautiful colors. The breakup of the royal couple remained on the lips of all students for weeks, and rumors that someone had seen Chrissy somewhere with Eddie spread with the speed of light. For Chrissy, he was just a temporary escape from Jason. A way to annoy him after the breakup. For Eddie, she was a saint. The first love that completely blinded him, he lost himself mindlessly in her lovely voice, her flawlessly beautiful body, the sweet lies she whispered in his ear wanting to wrap him around her finger. He gave all of himself to her, believing that someday he would get the same in return. He waited patiently until she would one day be able to tell him those magical three words that he repeated to her over and over again. He tried to be patient when once again she said that those words were too important and she needed more time to get to them. So he waited. He waited for weeks, until weeks turned into months. Still not getting an answer, he told himself that everyone is different, that he shouldn't worry about it. So when, after a fourth month of waiting, he went to her house, when he knew she would be there alone, because for some reason she never wanted him to visit her when her family was home, he found her and Jason half naked on the couch his heart broke for the first time.

The fairy tale had come to an end. He returned to the reality that had brutally trampled his heart. Filled with despair, he returned to the trailer, where he suddenly began to realize what had actually been going on for the past time. The answers to all these doubts began to come up on their own, why she didn't want him to visit her when someone was home, why she didn't want to spend time with him at his house, why she kept avoiding getting to know Uncle Wayne, why she didn't come to any concerts...The truth was sometimes brutal, just like first love which mercilessly crushed not only his heart but also his self-confidence and self-esteem. The sadness that overwhelmed him was unbearable, he knew he couldn't cope with it alone, so his feet carried him on their own to where he always felt safe. Seeing his condition, you quickly let him inside, where all his walls collapsed. Curled up, he lay on your lap crying his eyes out as you gently stroked his hair wanting to bring any kind of comfort. Your heart suffered along with him. When you love someone you are not able to look indifferently at their pain. Despite the fact that from the very beginning you saw through Chrissy and her motives, you didn't say anything, not wanting to seem jealous. Everyone around you knew you had a crush on him, fortunately Eddie, always blinded by Chrissy's glow, suspected nothing. Could you have protected him from all this? If you had said what you were thinking earlier wouldn't he now be experiencing one of the many breakdowns that were yet to come? It didn't matter. It was already too late. Now all you could do was give him the support he needed, and that's what you were going to do. Over the following weeks you were by his side almost day by day, little by little leading him out of the bottom he was at. Little by little you brought back the light that was so lacking in his life. After less than a month, Eddie was smiling again. A vibrant Eddie came back with big dreams and the determination to make them come true. One of those steps was to win a contest that was held in a town near Hawkins in one of the most popular bars, which was called Soul. One of the judges was to be a music producer, who would provide the winner a music album contract. Corroded Coffin had a chance, and you decided to focus all your energy and attention on writing the best songs the world could hear, which involved hours and sleepless nights that you spent at Gareth's garage. Sometimes, however, you spent them with Eddie alone lying shoulder to shoulder on the floor of his trailer. These moments were much more meaningful than you might think. After Uncle Wayne would leave for work after hours of listening to your brainstorms and leave you completely alone in their small house the atmosphere changed. Eddie's heart sped up when he heard your laughter. He wanted to hear it more often. A shiver ran through his body when your fingers accidentally touched. He thought more and more about how he wished he could hold your hand whenever he got the chance. He remembered every moment when you hugged, in Chrissy's arms he never felt as safe as in yours. From her he had never felt the kind of affection that you conveyed to him with your every little touch. In her voice he never heard something strange that sounded like adoration in your tone. Was it possible that after all he had been through recently his heart was able to fall in love again? The same heart that, torn into tiny pieces, you gently took into your hands and with extreme patience stitched back together?

"I think... we're officially done, Eddie." you said, closing the notebook in which you wrote down the lyrics. From the very beginning, you helped the guys with song writing and from time to time performed with them as a second voice singing in the background for Eddie. "We are officially ready to crush the competition. First place is ours!" you shouted excitedly while hugging the notebook tightly to your chest.

"I can't believe it!" he replied equally excitedly and swiftly took you in his arms, feeling his warmth and satisfaction at how good a job you had done you felt like crying with happiness. "Thank you sweetheart, if it weren't for you I would probably be below the bottom by now." He kissed you on the forehead, and you moved slightly away from him so that you could look at him.

"You don't have to thank me Eddie, I'm always here for you whenever you need me." you said still smiling while looking into those beautiful chocolate button eyes. For a few seconds he kept his gaze on yours however after a moment it went a little lower straight to your lips. Feeling something completely new being born between you, you didn't dare move from your place. He was the first to move closer. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he brushed your lips with his own and your world swirled. It was the moment when everything else disappeared. Another brushing, which turned to slightly stronger over time until finally his hand landed on your cheek drawing you as close to him as possible. When you reciprocated it Eddie felt, for the first time in his life, what it was like when another person communicates feelings to someone else through a kiss. When you reciprocated the kiss Eddie felt, for the first time in his life, what it was like when another person communicates feelings to someone else through a kiss. What it was like to get that surge of energy from the other person, rather than only giving it. You paused the kiss to take a moment to breathe. A wide smile was painted on your face at the sight of which his whole chest was overcome with warmth. It was as if that smile contained a feeling of home filled with the warmth of the fireplace.

"I... really like you Eddie." you said quietly. Maybe it wasn't quite true because you had been sure for a long time that you were in love with him, but you didn't want to startle the moment with such a big word.

"And I really like you too y/n." he replied leaning in for another kiss, but you pushed back.

"Before this all goes too far... I just want to be sure that everything is over between you and Chrissy. I don't want to be a consolation prize, I don't want to be second choice..." you said uncertainly. The moment of silence between the two of you made panic begin to rise in you, seeing this he quickly began to speak further. "I understand this, And I can assure you…" he took your hand and pressed it to his heart. "I swear on my own heart that you are not a consolation prize nor a second choice. You are my lighthouse that in the midst of the storm helped me to return home safely."

That was all you needed to hear. Without waiting a moment longer, you threw yourself into his arms again and together, watching the sun rise over Hawkins, you waited for Uncle Wayne to return from work to immediately show off your finished songs. The old man was happy to see your excitement and, despite his fatigue, insisted that you absolutely had to play them for him, which you did with the help of Eddie's acoustic guitar. You wanted to remember this moment for the rest of your life, because it was one of the most beautiful moments. The sunrise not only announced a new day, but also the beginning. Filled with hope, you felt that this would be the beginning of something great.

The next week was like out of the most beautiful fairy tale in the world. You spent every moment possible together, when at lunch you sat next to each other his hand was still on your thigh and his thumb was stroking it through the material of your jeans. Walking down the corridor feeling your hands rubbing against each other not sure if you wanted that, he grabbed yours with his pinky finger. Sensing this your face immediately lit up with a smile and his knees softened. He still didn't get out of his awe at how different everything was from what he had with Chrissy. Or rather, what he didn't have. You didn't care what people would think when they saw you together, which is why you greeted him every day with a hug in front of the whole school. It wasn't new that you were present at the Hideout performances, you were always there, sometimes present on stage as well, but this time things were different. His view of love began to turn a hundred and eighty degrees, he began to notice everything that was missing the first time. During the week, he felt more loved than he had in all those months with her. A week. That's right, a week. That's exactly how long your happiness lasted. Going to school on Monday, you had no idea that this would be the day when a beautiful dream would turn into a nightmare. You didn't know that while you were spending the weekend with Robin preparing your outfit for the competition, he got a call from Chrissy asking for a meeting. 

"Forgive me Eddie." she said when they met in the woods at an old picnic table. "Forgive me please." She had tears in her eyes as she grabbed his hand.

"I don't know Chrissy..." he whispered still having a million thoughts a minute in his head. Hearing her voice, which was once pure sweetness to him, he felt it slowly breaking.

"I am your first love, Eddie. First love is something extraordinary, remember? Remember how you said that first love is always worth fighting for if necessary?" she placed her hand on his cheek. "You won't regret it, darling, I promise that this time everything will be different."

Little did you know that her sweet lies once again took over his entire mind and he accepted her back. Chrissy was his first love and despite how wonderful he felt in your company he decided that if he had the chance he would try to rebuild that very first love. Once again blinded by promises, he believed that things would be different now. He believed that Chrissy would be able to give him the same as you did. If she promises it will be so, right?

"Eddie!" you shouted upon seeing him by his car. You already wanted to throw your arms around his neck as you always do, but he moved back with a quick motion.

"y/n we need to talk..." he said in a shaky voice. He didn't expect it to be so difficult. He felt like crying when he saw your terrified face. You weren't stupid. You knew what was about to happen.

Out of the blue, Chrissy appeared next to him. "Hi babe." she said smiling charmingly. Later, her gaze fixed on you. Confused you stood looking at him in disbelief.

"Y/n..." he began, extending his hand toward you. With the remnants of strength you had in you, you forced yourself to smile weakly.

"I am happy for you Eddie." you lied. You weren't happy at all. You felt like screaming, crying, smashing something. "It's fine, we can still be friends." you choked out and walked away. That day you didn't go to class. You spent the whole day at Family Video in the back room crying into Steve's shoulder, who could not calm you down in any way.

The following days were even worse. Pretending that everything was fine between you and Eddie was devastating you from the inside out. During breaks, you spent more time with Robin wanting to avoid hearing about how good he was after returning to Chrissy, but as far as you could see her behavior hadn't changed. She was still ashamed of who Eddie was. She was still unable to even grab his hand under the table at the cafeteria. To do so she would first have to sit by him yet she didn't dare to do that either.

The contest was fast approaching, which meant more rehearsals. More rehearsals meant more torture of being in Eddie's company and pretending. You felt like you were on the edge. You felt you were just one spark short of lighting a fire. A fire that broke out at one of the rehearsals a week before the show.

"Do you think we can write another song?" asked Eddie as he entered the garage.

"It depends what kind and about what." Gareth shrugged his shoulders. The rest of the band could sense all the negativity in the air but they didn't want to get into it, so they left it unsaid.

"I want to write a song for Chrissy, I was able to persuade her to come with us to the contest. Some kind of a love song could be fine." about first love." He didn't dare look at you when he said that. He had been looking at you less and less lately because the sight of your eyes reddened from crying kept him awake at night. He knew he had broken your heart and it hurt him mercilessly, every night he wondered if he had done the right thing, but he stubbornly stuck to the version that first love was worth every risk.

Hearing his words made you pale. You had the impression that your heart was made of glass and had just fallen on the floor, shattering into millions of tiny pieces that nothing would be able to pick up. The rest of the guys sent you worried glances, and immediately their gaze was followed by Eddie to see tears come to your eyes. It was over. The dam collapsed and with it flowed the first tear.

"Can we talk in private?" he asked. You nodded and walked out with him in front of the garage clutching your notebook tightly in your hand. "It's too hard for me y/n, I can't stand it," he said. HE is the one who can't bear something? Is it HIM who finds it difficult? Sadness was slowly starting to turn into something else entirely. Anger.

"What can't you stand Eddie? How happy you are with Chrissy?" you asked.

"What, no! I'm talking about you, about how I can't stand how heartbroken you are!" 

"Can't stand the view or the fact that it's because of you?" your words were sharp. Sharp like a knife aimed straight at his heart. "How am I supposed to feel Eddie? You knew how I felt about you, and you lied to me. All that bullshit about the lighthouse? Like a fool I believed your every single word"

"I didn't lie!" he tried to defend himself. And he was telling the truth, but he couldn't explain that at that moment it really seemed to him that Chrissy no longer had a place in his heart.

"Then why did you come back to her? Why did you choose her after all this time? Are you really better off with her? Is she really so much better than me that you prefer her to break your heart once again instead of giving me a chance?"

Taken aback, he didn't know how to answer. When he thought of Chrissy the word first love kept popping up in his head. But despite that first was there still love? Was it really just sentiment?

"That's what I thought..." you laughed bitterly.

"She promised that everything will be different now, I have to try, y/n, please understand!"

"And is it different Eddie? Looking at you at school, I haven't noticed even the slightest change in her behavior!"

"I think...I think we should give ourselves a little more space, give ourselves time to think about a few things." he cut off the subject. He knew you were right, but he wasn't ready to admit it to you at that moment.

"Now I'm not even good enough anymore? You don't even want me in your life anymore? Not even as a fucking friend?" you thought he couldn't hurt you more, but you were wrong. You were so wrong, you felt like a fool, humiliated and rejected aside like an unwanted toy. "You swore to me! You promised that I wouldn't be a fucking consolation prize! That I wouldn't be a fucking second choice!" Although your vision was blurred with tears you saw how guilty he felt. You saw that your pain was also his pain, and the lack of a response from him brought you even further out of balance. "You want a love song, Eddie?" you asked and opened the notebook starting to tear the pages out of it. "Take them! Do what you want with them, because nothing of this matters anymore!"

"W-why?" He was shocked by your actions. He had never seen you in such a state in his life. He couldn't forgive himself that he was the one who brought you to this condition.

"Because I wrote them thinking about you, you fucking asshole!" you yelled. "You're right, we should take a break from each other. Forever. I don't want to know you. Good luck at the competition, I'm sure you'll do better without me." You threw the notebook at him with all your strength and walked away.

After that, you went straight towards Robin's house, not having the strength to struggle with all this alone. Lying on her bed surrounded by a pile of tissues you cried into the pillow and all your friend could do was to hug you. Nothing could ease your pain. You thought about the moments when it was Eddie lying on your lap crying like a baby. Now you knew perfectly well how he felt. Betrayed, rejected, cheated. The problem was that you pulled him above the surface, but he could not do the same for you. He could only hold your head under the water helping you to drown.

"What about the contest?" Robin asked when you had calmed down a bit.

"Nothing. I won't perform with them, I can't do it." you replied while sniffling.

"But it was your dream..." She looked at you with sad eyes.

"It was our dream, Robin. Now "we" doesn't exist anymore. And my dream for this moment is for this pain to be gone." another wave of tears flowed.

"Y/n, you can't give up so easily." she said hugging you tighter.

"Then what should I do? I've already told them I quit."

"You don't have to go back to them. Go there and perform by yourself."

"I left him my notebook. And I am not sure if I want it back."

"Then write a new song. You're great at it! Some say that a broken heart is the best inspiration for an artist!" she quickly got up and started walking around the room preparing everything she needed. After a moment, she sat down right next to you with a file of a paper and pens. "I will help you. I'll be by your side all the time."

Songwriting has always helped you during hard times, so you agreed. You knew that Robin wanted the best for you, so you took her advice. 

Eddie hasn't spoken to you since you said you didn't want to know him. He couldn't get over the fact that he had lost you. Despite the fact that he got Chrissy back it was reaching him that he had lost something much more valuable. He realized this when he began to notice that the girl's behavior had not changed at all, despite her promises. She had promised him many things, and had also promised to go with him to the competition to cheer for them, but a few hours before she "suddenly" had to cancel it. The guilt was getting stronger and stronger and mixed with the pain he felt after you left was a poison devastating him more and more every second.

He was now sitting backstage biting his nails with nerves and looking around the room. He was surprised to see Steve and Robin who were sitting close to the stage. There was one empty seat between them. Were you there? A spark of hope sparked in him. If you came to the show it might mean he has a chance to talk to you. Maybe there was still a chance to win back a friend?

When the other vocalist was given a farewell with applause the presenter took the stage.

"We have only three performances left this evening, let us now welcome Corroded Coffin!" A burst of applause rang through the hall again. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he ran onto the stage with the rest of the guys. Despite the fact that they gave their best and the performance turned out to be really good he didn't feel it at all. He felt an emptiness. He knew that one person was missing to fill it. That's why, even when he left the stage, he didn't take his eyes off the empty spot between your friends, hoping you would appear there.

"What a power! Now I wish I could put on an armor and for real go into battle with that fearsome dragon," laughed the leader as he returned to the stage. "Now, though, we're going to change the mood more than a little. Ladies and Gentleman, in front of you is Y/n Y/l/n with a song titled Mercy!"

Seeing you entering the stage he froze. Indeed you were there, but not to see their performance. You weren't there to cheer for them. You were there to give a message. To make it clear in a very expressive way what you were feeling, because you knew he would be listening to every word that will leave your lips on that stage.

In the spotlight, you looked like you were made for performing on stage. Mixed feelings swept over him, he knew it was at his own request, but he felt a sting in his heart when he thought about the fact that instead of returning to them you decided to perform alone. 

For every second you been talking I've been trying to count the lines around your face 'Cause I don't know if I'll ever be this close again

I feel like I'm just wasting time Before you pull the trigger It's the drawing of the line It's my ghost you're gonna give up Got your made up mind It hurts to see you're alright When I'm not alright So if you're calling it a night

Please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart Have mercy, my heart

Eddie had heard you sing many times, but he had never heard such emotion in your voice. He was used to duets with you, when your voices created perfect harmony and made a perfect match with each other. Now, the power you had singing this song alone would have knocked him off his feet if he hadn't been sitting down. He knew that you had written it yourself. He knew that every word was directed toward him. He recalled how you once lay in bed with him and with your fingers gently ran over his face. When he asked what you were doing with the giggle you replied that you were trying to memorize every possible detail. In your expression he saw admiration. Now he understood it. The very beginning of the song made him realize it.

I felt you slip away so slowly I lost my grip a little more each time we touched I've got no hope I guess I'll never get it back again

Felt like I was just wasting time Before you pulled the triggerIt's the drawing of the line It's my ghost you're going to give up Got your made up mindIt hurts to see you're alright When I'm not alright So if you're calling it a night

Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart And I just don't know how we got So wrong, for so long Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, mercy my heart

He struggled to breathe listening to these words. Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart. He knew that the resonance of these words would haunt him for a very long time. Deep down, he also knew that he deserved it.

Somehow I can't let go But I know I've been holding on too long Somehow I can't let go But I know I've been holding on too long

Oh, oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart And I just don't know how we got So wrong, for so long Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, mercy my heart Have mercy my heart

After you finished your performance, you left the stage and took a seat between Robin and Steve who excitedly praised your performance. The smile disappeared from your face when you saw Eddie watching you from across the room. You quickly averted your gaze and tried with all your might not to look in that direction until the very end, still feeling the weight of the chocolate eyes in which you were so much in love that it hurt. Unfortunately, love was often associated with pain, and the second definitely won out at that moment.

Unfortunately, neither you nor Corroded Coffin took first place. The truth was that you didn't feel too disappointed about it. You were satisfied with the very fact that you listened to Robin and performed there. You were also satisfied that Eddie heard the message of your song very clearly.

"Y/n! You were great, Holy shit!" shouted Gareth running up to you after the official end of the competition. "Jeff almost cried, that was crazy!" he hugged you.

"Thanks! And sorry Jeff," you hugged him back and then stroked the other boy's shoulder.

"Don't apologize, your performance was really... wow," he said.

"You guys were great too! I really thought you were going to win!" 

"Maybe next time." he shrugged his shoulders.

Then Eddie joined them and the everything fell silent.

"You were amazing." he said. "Truly amazing."

"Thank you." Your tone was dry. Completely different from the one he was used to. All the warmth you were able to convey with it disappeared and was replaced by coldness. Or maybe even frostiness.

"Can we talk, please?" His gaze was pleading. He was ready to fall to his knees.

"We have nothing to talk about Eddie. I won't let you lie to me again." You said and walked away. Only on the way back you let all the emotion drain out of you. Tired of the pain you had felt for days, you begged in your soul for anything or anyone to have mercy on your heart and take all the sadness that surrounded you away. 

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[kl4us4]

EVERYTHING (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

summary: your family don’t seem to care much about your birthday - but there’s one person willing to make it extra special for you.

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There are only two weeks left. Eddie’s been counting down the days, making sure he had everything ready for your special day. He knew what flowers he wanted to buy, jotting down a note he’d pinned beside his front door, so he’d be reminded every time he left his place for work. While Eddie smiled at the thought of your special day, you were dreading it. Your birthday was never something you’d liked to celebrate, it just reminded you of your separated family, the fact that you’d have to pretty much plan everything by yourself. Everyone's eyes on you as they sing you a song.

Oh, God.

This year was no different, you organised to spend time with your dad the day after your birthday; despite his lack of interest, complaining that he had to take time off his busy schedule to see you. You felt like a burden to him. But when Eddie greeted you, his smile wide and welcoming the night before your birthday, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s that look for?” You wonder, looking him up and down as he closes the trailer door behind you.

“Nothing, baby,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sauntering over to his couch, “come here.”

You eye him suspiciously, noticing his reddish cheeks and open arms, “I always know when you’re up to something, you know?”

“You’re so perceptive and smart,” he bites his bottom lip teasingly, legs stretching out as he smiles suggestively at you, “so fucking pretty too.”

You roll your eyes, setting your bag onto the counter, “Shut up.”

“You shut up, I’m serious,” Eddie leans forward, elbows pressed against his knees as he looks at you, “too smart for me, it’s kind of annoying.”

“Right,” you plop beside him on the couch, “too smart to forget it’s my birthday tomorrow?”

“It’s your what?” He feigns ignorance, latching his arm over the couch's headrest and around your shoulders, “Hm?”

“You’re a shit liar,” you sigh, eyes scanning his cheeky expression.

He presses a hand on your thigh, squeezing, "And you look so good in your work uniform."

“Eddie, c’mon,” you raise your eyebrows, “I told you not to do anything.”

“Do anything for what?” He pouts a little, eyebrows raised, “Oh! For your birthday? When is that again?”

“Eddie,” you warn quietly, peering at him with a pleading gaze, “I don't... I don't want you to go to all this trouble and- and-”

"Hey, hey, hey," he stretches his arms out towards you, pressing his lips against your forehead, “Not doing anything you don’t deserve, sweetheart.”

A chill settles in you. “Just tell me, I… I gotta see what’s going on, you know, with my family.”

Eddie just hums, a smile on his face, “Don’t worry, they’re invited, okay?”

You pull back, “What? Really?”

He smiles sweetly, “Yeah, I called them on Monday. Introduced myself, the whole nine yards, baby.”

You look up at him, eyes filled with concern and shock, “They’re coming?”

“As far as I know, they're excited to come,” his smile fades a little, noticing your stunned expression, “why, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” You shake your head, biting your lip anxiously, “I’m just- I don’t know, surprised they’re gonna come.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I don’t…” you shrug awkwardly, letting out a laugh, “We don’t really celebrate much- uh, together. You know, they’re really busy so it's tough to find the time."

“Why?” He wonders, eyebrows furrowing, “You share a birthday with someone else or?”

“No,” you shake your head, swallowing the dryness in your throat, “just- I don’t know. We don’t really, like, celebrate much together. Like, for anything.”

Eddie wonders, eyes slightly wide with concern, “Should I, like, un-invite them?”

“No!” You exclaim, pausing for a moment, “They said they’d come, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods brightly, “your dad, and two sisters.”

“Where?” You wonder, adding quickly, “I mean, n-not to, like, ruin the surprise but-”

“Here,” Eddie answers sweetly, “Wayne took time off work, wants to do a whole barbecue and everything.”

“Really?” You raise your eyebrows, suddenly feeling bad, “Oh, he… he didn’t need to take time off work.”

Eddie gives you a strange look and you bite your lip, anxious that you’ve offended him somehow. You’re about to apologise and thank him but he speaks up instead, “Yeah, he always takes time off work for things like this,” Eddie admits kindly, his voice softening to a quiet questioning, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you usually do for your birthday?”

You frown at him, holding back a laugh, “Usually just spend it at home, you know? We have dinner together like any other night but I usually subject them to some horrible film they’ll probably complain about.”

Eddie nods kindly, seeing your sweet, innocent smile. Eddie searches for the answers, “That’s sweet. I, you know, I hope we aren’t ruining that - it’s just I really wanted to make it special. Wayne too. He loves having people around- I, uh, I really hope that’s okay. I probably should’ve asked beforehand-”

“No, no!” You shake your head, pressing a hand to his cheek, “I’m so excited, really! Plus, you wanted it to be a surprise,” you shrug honestly, smiling, “I didn’t really expect anything. Usually, we’d just, you know, get a cake or something from the store and sing happy birthday.”

“Really?” He wonders fondly.

“Yeah,” you smile honestly, “Dad works a lot and my sisters are so busy, you know college and high school, but it’s good to hear they’re coming!”

Eddie gives you a nod, lips pressing together tightly. Even his Uncle, who worked all night to keep him and his nephew afloat, would take time off to celebrate Eddie’s birthday, or graduation, or anything. He still remembers Wayne taking four days off when Eddie and you graduated, whereas your dad couldn't take a Tuesday off to attend the ceremony. At least your younger sister could come.

“Wanna know what else?” He presses a hand to your cheek, rubbing gently, “Your dad said he's excited to meet me.”

You let out a sweet laugh, closing your eyes at his warm touch, “I’m excited too! I, um, I- thanks for this. I’ve never had someone else, sort of, I don’t know, organise my birthday for me. It’s kind of weird!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I usually, like, rent the movie and get the cake and all that; it’s a nice change,” you laugh wholeheartedly, giving him a wide grin, “really, thank you.”

Eddie gives you a fond smile, leaning towards your forehead and pressing a kiss to your warm skin, “Of course, baby; anything for you.”

The day of your birthday came; a quiet Friday afternoon. It’s nearly seven and Wayne finished cooking around an hour ago. You sit beside Eddie, plastic plate in your hand, along with an uneaten hotdog. You stare at the driveway, waiting for your family to show up. Steve and Robin gossip as they eat their food, arguing about the best dressings to put on their hotdogs. Eddie notices that you’ve been staring at the dirt road for half an hour, your food only half-eaten.

“I’m sure they’re just late,” Eddie suggests, pressing a hand to your back, “try and eat, baby.”

“Yeah, of course,” you bite the corner of your cheek, turning to give him a smile, “should I- do I call them?” You still can’t stomach the thought of eating, plagued by the anticipation of your family showing up.

“How about we wait another few minutes, maybe they got caught up,” Eddie suggests, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as he looks back at his Uncle, who’s putting more sausages and burgers on the grill, “eat your food, birthday girl. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you press a smile to your face, watching as Eddie rises to his feet.

“Rad Birthday,” Robin exclaims, sitting beside you with a wide smile, “I’m honoured to even be invited.”

You let out a laugh, setting your food beside you on the bench, “After all those freebies at Scoops, why wouldn’t you be?”

Steve lets out a scoff, “I thought we’d be invited ‘cause we all survived that Russian elevator together.”

You think it over, holding back a smile, “Yeah, you’re right, Harrington.”

"Either way," Steve smiles kindly, "it's good to be here, you know - feels normal, for once."

Robin lets out a small laugh, "Alright, don't go all sappy on us now. Please."

Steve rolls his eyes, turning towards the food table for another hotdog.

Eddie watches as you laugh with your friends, turning back to his Uncle. He is stood over the barbecue, placing the last round of hotdogs onto the tray. Eddie lets out a breath, “Hey, how’s it going here?”

“Good, kiddo,” Wayne smiles kindly, “about to get the rest of the meat from the freezer, you wanna give me a hand?"

“I, uh,” Eddie bites his bottom lip, leaning against the barbecue to be out of earshot, “look, I don’t think her family's showing up.”

Wayne turns, giving Eddie a frown, “No?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Eddie admits sadly, “I’m so sorry, I-I wanted to hold off until I knew but it’s-”

“No, no,” Wayne throws a teatowel over his shoulder, shaking his head, “that’s alright, son. Uh- does she... She okay?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie admits, glancing back at you. You’re joking and talking with Steve and Robin, but your shoulders are tense and your hotdog's uneaten, still. “I think she’s alright. Maybe we should, I don’t know..."

“Cake time?” Wayne suggests sweetly, raising his eyebrows at his nephew, “I got a present back inside for her too. Might cheer her up?”

Eddie lets out a small laugh, “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Uncle Wayne shrugs, leaning towards Eddie, “but it’s her birthday, for God's sake.”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie lets out a long sigh, seeing your discarded plate beside you on the table, “I’m sorry.”

“For what, boy?” Wayne frowns at Eddie, ready to dispel whatever sorrow he has.

“You spent all that money on food, I’ll pay you back-”

“You’re spewing nonsense right now, don't be absurd," Wayne gives Eddie a glare, to which his nephew just laughs gently. He presses his hand against Eddie’s shoulder, “She’s special to you, kiddo. And it’s meant to be her day; I don’t care about spending money on family, alright?”

Eddie smiles up at his Uncle, giving him a silent nod just in case he says anything to make the tears spill past his eyes. Wayne notices and just gives his nephew a strong pat on the back, imbuing him with the courage to walk back up to you. You know your family isn’t showing up. Wayne’s turned off the barbecue - you noticed.

You go to rise to your feet, reading to help him but Eddie presses a hand to yours. “Cake time, baby?” He smiles sweetly.

Your face only falls for a second, but you grasp his hand, rising to your feet. Standing beside him, you look towards his Uncle, “Does he need any help?”

Eddie lets out a quiet chuckle, “No, he’s alright. Tried to smack me with a teatowel when I offered to help him. Think he’s craving cake though, he's kinda got a sweet tooth.

You give Eddie a look, smile pressed against your cheeks, “My dad?” A look crosses Eddie’s face and you smile widely before he can answer, “That’s alright! Uh, it’s cake time then?”

Before Eddie can say anything, you’re announcing it to Steve and Robin who give you a gracious smile. It’s not lost on your that none of your family is present on your birthday. They’re not ones for celebration anyway.

Inside Eddie’s trailer, he rips open his fridge door, both hands carefully lifting the cake from within. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet laugh as he smiles widely, “Did you make this?”

"N-I-" Eddie laughs nervously, “Robin helped-”

“I pretty much baked the whole thing,” Robin exclaims, “he and Steve decorated!”

Steve raises his hands, “We did our best, alright?”

“I love it,” you grin, watching as Eddie lights a few candles on your cake, “really, thank you.”

“No time for thank you!” Robin exclaims before beginning a rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’.

You smile anxiously, eyes closing at the sudden attention. But when Eddie presses his hand to your back, you look up at his wide smile. He sings along quietly for a moment before he presses his lips against your temple. It brings you comfort, making you close your eyes in bliss. You hear the snap of a camera and you look up. Uncle Wayne had taken a Polaroid, smiling to himself as he waits for it to develop. Eddie smiles and presses his lips against your ear as the song ends, “Happy Birthday, pretty baby. Love you.”

You squeeze his hand, "Love you."

Looking around at the smiling faces, all waiting for you to blow your candles out, you smile. Leaning forward, you suck in a breath before making a secret wish. Everyone claps and you stand up straight, clinging onto Eddie’s hand. His other hand rubs up and down your arm, letting out a laugh as Wayne grips the knife and decides how to cut the large cake.

You turn to Eddie, giving him a genuine smile, “Thank you.”

Eddie just shrugs, “Happy Birthday.”

“No, really,” you mumble quietly, rubbing the back of his hand tenderly, “you didn’t have to do all this.”

Eddie lets out a hum as he stands behind you, both arms wrapping around your waist. Pressing his lips to your ear, Eddie smiles happily, “You're everything to me - just wanted to show you."

[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 8 Prompt: Rockstar a/n: loosely inspired by this AU idea I had a few weeks ago. there's some mild sexual content at the end so 18+ only, please!

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Eddie has never been so happy to be wrong in his entire life.

When their record label originally pitched charting a sailing yacht for their “You Survived Your First World Tour” party, Eddie threw a bit of a fit.

Okay, it was a pretty big fucking tantrum, but, like, they had just spent nine months crammed into bunks on their bus and sharing shitty hotel rooms. Sue him for wanting a bit of space to stretch his legs and let the energy of their world tour timer out of him.

No sane person would want to celebrate the end of a grueling but rewarding nine months by being shoved onto a stupid boat that swayed and rocked and could very much end up with the entire band drowned in the middle of the fucking ocean. (He’s not sure if there’s such a thing as an end of your first world tour curse, but if there is, it would definitely wreak havoc on Eddie and the Corroded Coffin boys.)

Not to mention being trapped in the middle of the fucking ocean with no escape route in sight made Eddie’s claustrophobia skyrocket.

No thanks. Not a fucking chance in hell.

But then Jeff happened. Sweet, sensible, always there to talk Eddie down from the hill he’s willing to die on. Before Eddie knew it, the yacht was booked, and a private car was waiting for them to whisk them off to the dock to start their seven-day celebratory vacation.

Eddie had stomped his way up the ramp and onto the stupid yacht with his arms crossed and his rolling eyes hidden behind his dark sunglasses. The scowl on his face was supposed to be permanent, but then—

“Welcome aboard.”

There have been moments in Eddie’s life where the entire world freezes, and he gets tunnel vision. The first time Wayne sat him down and placed the old acoustic over his lap. Corroded Coffin’s first real gig at the dive bar in their hometown. And their official first gig at the same bar where people actually came to see them instead of to drink the cheap beer. That call from their now agent. The time they stepped foot in a fancy recording booth for the first time.

Hell, he gets that tunnel vision, world-freezing moment every time he steps on stage to play for a packed crowd.

It’s a welcome feeling, one Eddie’s become accustomed to. But, never, in his wildest dreams, did he think he’d be experiencing it now, standing on some stupid yacht. But then again, he wasn't prepared to be staring down the prettiest man he’s ever seen.

The Adonis-like man smiles at him, hand outstretched in some kind of welcome handshake. Eddie’s own hand moves on its own accord, slipping into the man’s grasp. How he manages to not slip his fingers between the man's and never let go is beyond him. But he’s glad his conscious has the ability to show some restraint.

Because his mind certainly isn’t. Too busy running through scenario after scenario, all ending with the man’s pristine white polo discarded, preferably into the choppy waves below, his slacks yanked down to his knees, and his sun-kissed back bent over the railing.

Jesus H. Christ.

Somehow, Eddie manages to float down the line of other deckhands, shaking their eager hands and smiling fondly as some of them sing their praises about him and his band. The curly-haired boy at the end seems to be the biggest fan, practically bouncing on his feet before the Captain, a stern-looking man, shoots him a look.

The Captain, Hopper, Eddie thinks the man’s name is, starts talking about the plan for the next seven days, but it goes in one ear and out the other as Eddie shuffles over to where Jeff is listening intently. A swift elbow to the rib is all it takes, though, to get Jeff to focus on him instead.

“What?” Jeff whispers, glancing at Eddie.

“You didn’t tell me this stupid boat included a literal Greek God!” Eddie hisses, leaning into Jeff’s side. “I wouldn’t have put up such a fight had I known. I mean, look at him! He’s—“

Jeff snorts, elbowing Eddie back. “Behave,” he warns before turning his attention back to Captain Hopper.

Behave? Ha! I’ll behave all right. Just as soon as I get my hands on him.

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“Robin!” Steve hisses, sneaking up behind her as she carries a stack of empty plates from dinner service down the stairs.

“What the hell, Dingus,” she snaps, dishes clattering in her hands as she shoots her free hand out to steady herself. “You know better than to scare me on the stairs when I’m carrying things!”

Steve shrugs his shoulders, wincing in a weird apology of sorts before taking some of the plates from her hands. “I need a favor,” he says as they continue on.

Robin shakes her head, a silent “we’ll talk about this in a minute” look exchanged as they hand off the empty plates to Argyle. A moment later, Steve finds himself being tugged into their small, shared bedroom for some privacy.

“What do you want?”

“Pretend to be sick tomorrow? I’ll tell Hop you’re not feeling good and let one of the deckhands do my job for the day, and I’ll take over as charter host.”

Steve tries not to squirm under Robin’s scrutiny. All narrow eyes and arms crossed. Like she’s staring directly into his soul. He both loves and hates that she knows him so well.

“This is about him, isn’t it?”

“Can you blame me?” he whisper shouts, throwing his hands on his hips. “It’s been months since I’ve gotten laid, Robin. Months! And now, Eddie fucking Munson is on our ship looking like that, and I’m what? Not supposed to feel anything?”

“You know Hop would fire you if he caught you hooking up with a guest, right? Especially one of Munson’s status.”

“He won’t find out.”

“Steve,” Robin sighs. “You’re not that stealthy.”

“Excuse you, I am very stealthy. Like a ninja, actually,” Steve pouts. “But I won't have to be stealthy. I won't be hooking up with him here.”

For the first time in a long time, Robin is generally shocked by the words leaving Steve’s mouth. He can’t help the surge of pride that courses through him. See, he thinks, you don’t know everything about me.

“So, what’s the plan then?”

“Tomorrow, there’s a water day planned and then a beachside dinner. You call in sick. I became the charter host and spend the whole day flirting with him. And then at dinner, I somehow get him to follow me to that tourist trap of a bar a mile up the road with the big, single bathroom and—“

“I’ve heard enough!” she shouts, slamming her hands over her ears.

A silence falls between them as Robin makes a show of considering the plan, and Steve contemplates getting on his knees to beg for her help. Thankfully, she saves him the embarrassment (and his knees from any soreness that would prevent tomorrow’s activities from happening) and agrees to the plan.

“I swear to God, Steve, if you get caught and fired, I will kill you. You can’t leave me here alone.”

He laughs, pulling her into a hug before Robin heads back out to finish up her chores. Steve stays behind, calling it a night early. He’s going to need all the sleep he can get if his plan is going to work tomorrow.

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Thanks to Jeff’s constant presence and Gareth's watchful eye from across the room, Eddie reluctantly behaved the first night. Said please and thank you when he was asked for his drink and food order. Made small talk with the other deckhands and even stealthy signed a CD for the curly-haired kid who introduced himself as his biggest fan and then by his actual name, Dustin.

Eddie wasn't exactly pleased with his proper behavior, but it was a bit easy to play the part of the good rockstar when Mr. Greek God, aka Steve, as he came to find out, kept his distance from him. From what he gathered in the few short hours on the sailing yacht, Steve is the second in command around here, meaning he’s constantly being pulled in different directions, much to Eddie’s chagrin.

However, that seems to have changed this morning when Steve’s the one bringing up a delicious spread of breakfast foods. Buttery warm croissants, pancakes the size of his head. Even some bastard breakfast pizza that Steve says is the chef’s specialty. It all looks great but not nearly as delicious as Steve looks in his red, slightly too-tight polo.

And then, as if a gift from the universe for his behavior the day before, Steve tells them Robin is feeling under the weather, and he'll be their charter host for the day. Thankfully, Steve runs off to start setting things up in the water and misses Eddie's pathetic reaction to the news. 

Now, Steve’s currently shouting orders at a pair of deckhands as they lower a jet ski into the waters below. His voice is commanding, and Eddie knows in an instant that he’d do anything Steve tells him to do if he speaks to him like that. And Eddie doesn’t ever give up being in control, so, like, the thought really fucks him up in the best way possible.

As if that’s not bad enough, the minute the stupid jet ski hits the water, Steve tears off his too-tight red polo and throws it down on the deck beside him before kicking off his shoes. His sun-kissed skin is on full display, and it’s even prettier than Eddie imagined. (And boy, did he spend the entire night imagining it while alone in the main suite.) Eddie only has time to ogle for a moment before Steve races down the steps to the lower dock and dives into the open ocean like a fucking Olympian.

Jesus H. Christ, who is this man?

“You’re drooling,” Jeff teases, swatting Eddie with the linen napkin.

“Can you blame me?” Eddie asks, dragging the back of his hand across his lips. “Look at him. He’s a work of art, and I want to destroy him.”

“Seriously, Eddie?” Jeff laughs, shaking his head. “He’s just some guy.”

“No, you are just some guy. Gareth is just some guy. That guy I hooked up with in London with the piercing blue eyes? That was just some guy. Steve over there…” Eddie trails off, literally swooning. He pillows his chin in his hands, elbows digging into the warm railing of the boat as he looks out into the ocean. Steve’s straddling a jetski now, life vest thrown haphazardly over his body, unsecured.

“You’re down so bad,” Jeff laughs.

“I’m not even joking, Jeffy. You might have to find a new lead guitarist. I think I’m going to be staying here forever.”

“Slow it down, Romeo. What if he’s not even into guys?”

“Oh, trust me,” Eddie says, turning to look at Jeff with a wicked grin and mischief in his eyes. “He doesn’t have to be into guys; he just has to be into me. And I can do that with one very skilled blow—“

“Yeah, yeah, you’re the Blowjob King or whatever,” Jeff says, rolling his eyes. He takes a sip from his beer and lets his eyes drift out to the ocean, following Eddie’s gaze to where Steve is. “Just be careful, okay? We’re stuck here for six more days. Don’t make things awkward.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Eddie says, licking his lips as Steve pulls himself up onto the boat’s platform. He eyes Steve like an animal stalking his prey. Tunnel vision hits him as Steve shakes the water from his hair and rubs a towel over his gorgeous, hairy chest. “It’s him you should be worried about.”

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Steve has enough time to turn the lock of the single-stall bathroom at the Tropical Getaway Bar before Eddie is on him. Crowding into his space and pushing him back, back, back until his shoulders collide with the door.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the minute I saw you,” Eddie groans before smashing their lips together.

It’s quick and dirty, and Steve tries to chase Eddie’s lips when he pulls away, but then Eddie’s lips are on his neck. If it weren’t for Eddie’s firm grip on his hips, Steve would be a puddle on the floor.

Eddie works fast, yanking the polo from where it’s been tucked into his stupid khaki shorts before fiddling with the belt. In one fluid motion, Eddie pulls the belt free and throws it across the room without a care in the world. He’s pretty sure he hears it splash into the toilet, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s got other belts on the ship.

And then Eddie lowers himself to the ground, chasing the tug of Steve’s shorts until they’re both on the grimy bathroom floor. Steve’s not sure how long he’s going to last — god damn months-long dry spell — but he hopes it's long enough to permanently burn the image of Eddie on his knees into his head forever.

“I have one request,” Eddie says, gazing up at Steve with blown brown eyes. Index finger dragging up and down the inside of Steve’s thighs, coaxing goosebumps to rise on his skin despite the humid temperature in the bathroom.

“Anything,” Steve gasps when Eddie abandons his light teasing and grabs Steve with one hand, squeezing just enough to burn in the best way. The moan that falls from his lips is embarrassing, but Steve doesn’t care. “Anything for you, rockstar.”

Eddie chuckles at the nickname and leans forward until Steve can feel his warm breath against him. “Use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want,” Eddie says, pressing a kiss to the tip of Steve’s dick. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah!” Steve nods, hips bucking up into Eddie’s face on their own accord. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good,” Eddie hums. “Then start giving orders, Captain.”