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momotonescreaming · 2 months

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STWG Daily Prompt: Chocolate Covered Strawberries

[Part One]

“Do you think you need a special type of chocolate?” Eddie starts, speaking into the stagnant air of the trailer as he flops down onto the couch. Sends a burst of dust spiralling into the air as the cushions dip under his weight. “To make, like, chocolate covered strawberries or something.”

He cranes his head, hair splayed out around him as he watches Wayne’s reaction. Watches as his uncle lowers the newspaper he was reading, looks over at Eddie from behind the folded pages from his position in his armchair in the corner. Face carefully still as he raises a single eyebrow as if to say how the hell should I know?

Eddie just huffs, rolling his eyes at his uncle, arm draped over the side of the couch as he settles in. He’s tempted to tip himself upside down — pun not intended — hang his head over the side of the couch and kick his legs up in the air. Maybe it would help him think, all the blood rushing to his head. He’d do it, if he wasn’t sure he’d kick over something — a hat, or a mug, or two, or three. “Throw me a bone here, Wayne.”

“I’d say regular chocolate should work just fine.” Wayne says, lowering his eyebrow. Voice gruff, but serious as he gives Eddie an answer. “Just put it in the fridge to keep it cool. Help it set.”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, picking at the stray threads of the couch. Running them between his fingers. Plucking and pulling them taut, his voice pitching higher. Tighter. Feeling and sounding a little bit more vulnerable than he intended. “You’re not a chef.”

“Neither are you,” His uncle retorts, face carefully deadpan. And Eddie snorts, the thread of anxiousness he was pulling, now slowly loosening in his chest. “So what bought this on? Dinner with your boy went well I take it?

“So well,” Eddie gushes, smile creeping across his face, cheeks flushing pick at the thought of Steve. At the thought of Wayne calling Steve his boy. He’s sure Wayne can see it from his armchair, looking at him from over the pages of the newspaper. Can almost guarantee it, in fact, if the smile on his uncle’s face is anything to go by. “Steve made us dinner from scratch — lasagne with garlic bread and a wine paring and everything — and it was the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten. And not just because he made it for me. He lit candles, and was wearing this navy blue button down that made him look so hot.”

“Boy,” Wayne says, a little exasperated. He’s still smiling. Eddie can see it curling up underneath his beard.

“We listened to music and made ice cream sundaes together for desert,” Eddie continues, smile not leaving his face. His toes curl, and he sort of lets himself shrink into the couch as he talks. Melting into it under thoughts of Steve. “We kissed and slow danced in the kitchen as I helped him do the dishes.”

“And,” Wayne prompts, raising his eyebrow again, but he’s still smiling. He’s happy for him, Eddie knows.

Eddie sighs, letting Wayne look right through him. He always does.

“And if I don’t do something equally romantic in return I’m going to cry,” Eddie whines, playing it up, slumping even further until he’s almost falling off the couch and onto the floor. Locks eyes with Wayne and pouts. He’s being dramatic, but he means it. Steve deserves the best, deserves the romance he’s always wanted and Eddie isn’t quite sure how to give it to him.

“Romance ain’t a competition, boy,” His uncle simply says.

“It is and I’m losing,” Eddie whines, pulling a face as Wayne just laughs. Deep, and warm, and comforting.

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bingwriterxo · 9 months

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the shakespeare exhibit - part 8

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which you and tara both have things to talk about

warnings: mentions of stabbing, talks of substance abuse and verbal abuse

word count: 2700+

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Finals season was in full swing at Blackmore University, sending its students into poor sleep schedules and even worse diets as they attempted to cram a semester’s worth of information into their brains.

You and Tara, unfortunately, were no exception. For the past week, the two of you had holed yourselves up in either the library or one of your apartments, your noses stuck in your books and your hands fumbling around for an energy drink whenever you needed a pick-me-up.

The only time you had taken a break was to celebrate Tara’s 20th birthday, but even then it was hardly a celebration. You had gathered all of her friends at her apartment, had a small party consisting of drinks and movies, and then went right back to studying, Tara in tow.

Safe to say, the stress levels were at an all-time-high, especially for Tara, who was experiencing her first round of finals in university. You had offered her a few studying tips, since you had already gone through the struggles of freshman-year exams the year prior, before immersing yourself in your own revision.

You were in the midst of reviewing for your Romantic Literature course--the last final that you had for the semester--when your mother called you, leading you to slip out of Tara’s bedroom and into the hallway to speak to her.

Tara sat at her desk, grumbling as she tried to study for her Introduction to Literature course. This is just as stupid as it was when I was studying for the midterm, she thought, eyes scanning her notes about Emily Dickinson. Maybe it’s even more stupid now.

Your voice broke her concentration as you walked back into her room, and she twisted her chair around to face you. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll ask her, alright?” You rolled your eyes and pointed at your phone, mouthing, she talks so much. Tara giggled softly, extending her arms for you to stand between, and you sighed as you slid into place, her fingers rubbing over your hips. “Okay. Yup. Yeah, okay. Yeah. Right. Okay, bye, mom.”

“What was that all about?” Tara asked when you hung up, throwing your phone onto her desk. “Did Eddie pull another prank on the Dylan Thomas statue again?”

You chuckled, thinking about the photo that your brother had sent you the week before—he had put a wig, makeup, and a shaving-cream beard on the statue of your grandfather’s late friend. “No, no. The statue garden has gone untouched this week.”

She shook her head, a grin on her face. “I still can’t believe you guys have a statue garden,” she said. But of course her family does. Because why wouldn’t they?

“Well, my dad’s always been big into statues. Like, when he was younger, he--” You cut yourself off. “That’s not important. Anyway, my mom invited us to spend Christmas at the house.” Tara’s eyes lit up, a type of joy that she didn’t know existed rushing through her. Us? she thought. I’ve been invited to family Christmas? “Do you want to go--”

“Yes!” she exclaimed immediately, nodding her head fervently. “Please, yes.” Shit, I’ll need to buy presents. What the hell do you get for kids who could buy anything they’ve ever wanted?

You giggled at her enthusiasm and tilted your head. “Are you sure you and Sam aren’t going back to California for the holidays?” you asked.

Back to California? Back to…Woodsboro? She furrowed her eyebrows, biting her bottom lip. “Why would we go to Cali?”

You squirmed a little where you stood. What’s she so nervous about? she wondered. “I just thought you might want to see your mom?” Your voice pitched on the last word, and Tara tensed, her arms falling to her sides. You frowned and reached out, but she pulled back, swallowing.

“No, there’s--we’re not--no,” she stammered out, her voice short. She shook her head. “I’ll be here.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Tara wanted the conversation to be over, but your lips were pursed like you still had something you wanted to say. “What?” she asked.

You shook your head. “Nothing!”

She clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at you. “No, you look like you have something to say. What?”

“I just…you’ve never spoken about her. Maybe we could--”

That’s because there’s nothing to say.” She’s good for nothing, she thought. “I don’t like to talk about her.” I’d rather read Shakespeare, which is really saying something.

“But--”

“No.” Her voice was stern, clear-cut, and she watched as you deflated a little, your eyes flitting around the room. She sighed, running a hand down her face. “I’m not doing this right now, okay? I’m not talking about her.”

“Tar…” The nickname came out as a coo, soft and careful and meant to be comforting, but it ignited a strange irritation beneath Tara’s skin, and something in her snapped.

“Listen, we can’t all have a perfect-fucking-family, okay?” she shouted, and you flinched, taking a step back, your eyes widening at her sudden outburst. “Just because you have parents who are there and who care doesn’t mean everyone does! I mean, Jesus, my mom didn’t even come to see me last year after--” After Amber stabbed me half-to-death, she finished in her head.

The air was tense, quiet. You stood in front of her, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, and Tara cursed herself when she noticed that your hands were trembling slightly.

“Baby…” She reached out for you, but her fingers met open air as you shook your head and crossed the room to grab your things from her bed.

“It’s fine. I--I shouldn’t have pushed,” you rushed out, your voice shaking. You threw your notebook and laptop into your backpack hastily before hurrying to the door. Tara stood, desperate to do something to stop you from leaving, but she didn’t get the chance as you said, “I’m sorry.” Of course she’d apologize when I snapped at her. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

The door shutting behind you pulled all the air from Tara’s lungs, and she fell back into her chair, holding her face in her hands.

“God fucking damnit,” she groaned. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

* * *

Hours later--during which Tara had sat in her bed and moped--there was a knock on her bedroom door. For a brief second, she thought it was you. But there would be no reason for her to come back after I got mad at her, she reminded herself, and any hope she had disappeared when Sam walked into the room, a frown on her face.

“I thought Y/N was staying for dinner so you two could study through it,” Sam said, bringing Tara’s attention right back to the fact that you had left. She stepped into the room, her arms crossed over her chest, and asked, “What happened? You’re all”--she gestured at Tara--“sad.”

Tara huffed, glaring at her sister. “Nothing,” she grumbled.

Sam scoffed. “Oh, please. You and Y/N have been attached at the hip since the start of finals.” She shook her head. “Scratch that--since you two began dating. So, what happened, Tara?”

Stupid Sam, being a good older sister. Tara sighed and relented. “She asked about mom.”

“Oh.” Sam frowned. “And what did you say?”

“I--” Was a bad girlfriend and got mad at her for no reason, Tara thought, shame seeping into her veins. “I snapped at her. I didn’t mean to. It’s just…mom’s a tough topic, and it’s even harder because Y/N’s family-life is so perfect.” She clenched her jaw and glanced away, ignoring the spark of jealous lighting in her chest. “She’s got two parents who are there, and they have money, and she’s just…” Perfect.

Sam tilted her head, walking over and sitting beside Tara. “You know, it wasn’t easy for me to tell Danny about mom, either. He’s in the same boat as Y/N--well, not the super rich family part, but his parents are together and there.” She shrugged. “It’s hard not to envy that, but she’s your girlfriend, so you’ll need to talk to her about mom at some point. She deserves to know.”

Tara nodded, hanging her head. “I know. I feel horrible for getting upset with her.” She gestured lamely at her phone. “I tried texting and calling her, but…” She pointed across the room, where your phone still sat on her desk. “Obviously that didn’t work.”

Sam hummed. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Tara. Maybe she just needed a minute.” She rested her hand on Tara’s shoulder. “Plus, she’ll need her phone.”

“What if she comes back and breaks up with me?” Tara asked, looking up at Sam with wide eyes. What if she never speaks to me again? she thought. What if this is it? What if--

“Every couple has arguments, Tara.” Sam smiled softly at her. “She’s not going to break up with you over this. That girl’s head over heels for you, even more than you are for her. It’s gonna be okay, okay?”

Tara bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah, okay,” she said, not missing the sorrow in her own voice. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” Sam stood, her hands on her hips and her head tilted. “Now, should we get Chinese food or pizza?”

* * *

Sam was right: you did just need a minute.

It was as Tara was getting ready for bed that she heard a knock on the front door. Sam’ll deal with it, she decided as she climbed beneath her sheets, ready to lay in the darkness and wallow for a while. Just as she was reaching over to turn off her bedside lamp, a certain name caught her attention.

“Oh, hi, Y/N!” Sam said loudly from the living room, and Tara knew she had raised her voice so that she would know who was at the door. She sat up immediately. Y/N is here? What? There was some mumbling before Sam’s voice came again. “Yeah, she’s in her room. Go ahead.”

Moments later, there were soft knocks against her bedroom door, and Tara scrambled out of her bed, rushing across the room to open the door for you. There you stood, your lips pulled in a downturned smile and your eyes wide with worry.

“Hey, pretty girl,” you muttered. You were still wearing the same clothes from the day, and your backpack was still hanging off your shoulders. Did she not go home? she wondered, furrowing her eyebrows. You pulled your arm out from behind you, revealing a small bouquet of flowers. “Got you these.”

Tara blinked. She bought me flowers?! “I--Thanks?” She took them from your outstretched hand. “What are you doing here?”

“I said I’d see you later, didn’t I?” you tried to joke, but your voice was strained, like you were trying to be careful, and Tara felt guilt prick at her knowing that she was the cause. “Could I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Always,” she rushed out, moving to her bed to sit. She placed the flowers on her bedside table and watched as you sat in front of her, fingers playing with her blanket. “So, what’s up?” ‘What’s up?’ Really? That’s the best I can do?

You sighed, a shaky breath falling from your lips. “I want to apologize,” you said. “I didn’t mean to push you into talking about your mom earlier. I know she’s a touchy subject.”

Tara frowned. “Why are you apologizing? I’m sorry for shouting at you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You shook your head, glancing up and finally making eye-contact with her. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t want to talk about her. And, that’s okay.” You shrugged and offered her a comforting smile. “You don’t have to tell me about her…ever, if you don’t want to.”

“I should, though. I mean, we should talk about her.”

“Tara, you really don’t have to--”

“No, I--I want to.” Want’s a strong word, she thought. But I should.

“Okay,” you said, nodding and giving her your full attention. “You have the floor.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, my dad left when I was 8. My mom started working more so that she could afford Sam and I, but it turned more into an obsession for her, I think. Next thing I knew, she was never there. Sam left home when I was 13, and it was just me.” She shrugged, glancing down and fiddling with her fingers. “Then, Sam came back after I was attacked, and my mom wouldn’t talk to her, so we made the choice to cut her off. I haven’t spoken to her since we moved.”

Tara clicked her tongue, looking back up at you. To her surprise, your face wasn’t full of the pity she was used to seeing after telling people about her past; you were watching her carefully, looking close to tears.

“So, that’s that,” she said awkwardly.

You inhaled sharply, blinking your glassy eyes away. “You didn’t deserve any of that, Tar, and I’m sorry that you had to deal with it.” You reached out, your hand cupping her cheek, and she leaned into your touch. “I’m so happy that you’ve found your family.”

Her heart fluttered at your words, her mind flashing to Sam and Mindy and Chad. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I am, too. I really love those guys.” And I’ve found you, too, she thought. You make it all complete.

You grinned, and she practically melted into her mattress. “Good. They’re good--all of them.”

She giggled. “C’mere.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you to lay down with her, your face nuzzled into her neck. She laughed at the feeling of your nose against her skin, and said, “I love you. Like, a lot.”

Your arms wrapped around her waist, and you squeezed lightly. “I love you, like, a lot, too.” You sighed into her. “And I’m sorry for leaving like that earlier. I just…I don’t do well with raised voices.”

Huh? Suddenly, she was on high alert. Why not? What happened? “Any particular reason?”

You twisted in her hold so that you could lay beside her, your gaze trained on the ceiling. She scooted down so that her head was level with yours and looked at you, tracing your side profile with her eyes. So pretty, she thought. Wait, stay on topic, Tara.

You clenched your jaw. “We’ve never talked about it, but, um, my dad…” You closed your eyes. “When I was younger, my dad had a big drinking problem.” Her eyebrows furrowed. Her dad? That man? Really? “He was never physical,” you said, shaking your head lightly. “But he had a temper when he was drunk, and everything I did was always wrong.”

“Oh, Y/N,” she sighed, intertwining her fingers with yours. Your grip was tight, like she would float away if you didn’t hold on.

“He’d yell a lot, at me, at my mom.” Oh, baby. Your thumb rubbed over the skin of her hand. “But he’s good now. He got better after the boys were born--got sober. He hasn’t had a drink since.” You turned your head, looking back at her.

“He’s not, like, obsessed with apples, or anything,” you said. What does that have to do with the conversation? she wondered. “But, he eats them a lot when we have parties. That was his thing--eat an apple when he wanted a drink. It stuck, so we keep the fridge stocked, and any time someone sees him even look in the direction of alcohol, we get him an apple.” You smiled. “He eats them begrudgingly, but he’ll never have an apple out of his own volition now.”

Tara chuckled softly. “I’m happy he’s better now, but I’m sorry you dealt with that. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.”

You shrugged, leaning closer so that your forehead rested against her cheek. “It’s okay now. I’m alright,” you promised. “Just…never buy that man an apple, alright?” you joked, easing the tension in the air.

“Deal,” she agreed, nudging your head up. She leaned in, kissed you, and said, “I guess no family’s perfect after all, huh?” when she pulled away.

“I guess not.” You grinned, leaning up on your elbow to hover over her. “But, maybe ours could be the first.”

Her heart practically stopped, and she couldn’t help the smile that took over her face. Ours? she thought. She felt like she wanted to burst from the amount of joy that came with that thought. Yeah. Ours.

“Okay.” She pushed herself up and kissed you again. “Ours will be the first.”

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #museum tara #scream 5 #scream 6

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artiststarme · 1 year

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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!

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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?”

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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?

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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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a (long) comprehensive list of buck related things in 7x04 that have me losing it as i rewatch:

- the stupid starry eyed look he has while getting the tour from tommy

- the terrible “i need mo jo” joke that tommy laughs at purely bc it was endearing

- “you didn’t call me because you wanted to see the toys”

- “you need to raise your bar kid” my GOD the “kid”

- ofc, the “no way!! eddie was in the army!”

- god they are so FLIRTY “really?” “my fees are competitive” “let me buy you a beer no WAY buck is this clueless

- eddie being so excited about the fight, and specifically the idea of buck joining help

- “keeping my options fluid” SIR

- evan?!?!?!????

- the close up shot as the fly off my heart

- the look on bucks face when eddie talks about tommy, boy is devastated

- “i saved a baby in a pipe once!” yes you did were so proud

- not buck related: but i adore ravi so much

- OKAY BUT BUCKS STUTTER !! they way he trips over his words when he’s surprised or nervous or even upset 😭

- “i do. i really do.” MY GOD OH MY GOD FUCK ASHHH AHHH

- and the SIGH after as eddie walks away, the building up the courage to ask more

- THE SAY HIS FACE DROPS WHEN EDDIE ASKS HIM TO WATCH CHRIS OHHH EDMUNDO WHEN I CATCH YOU

- “i keep saying, chris it’s not a video game” “because it’s harder than a video game???” maddie i see you and am so sorry you have to deal with this

- SAME WITH “he’s made an impression in a very short time” “i can see that” LIKE SHE IS SO NOT GONNA BE SURPRISED WHEN BUCK COMES OUT TO HER 😭

- “i don’t think you lie to a child just to ingratiate yourself” bro it’s not that serious i promise

- sorry brb imagining buck asking chris all these questions about tommy and chris going 🤔🤔🤔

- buck being upset that eddie invited tommy to play basketball even though eddie always asks him and he says no bc he doesn’t like it… he’s so me i can’t

- “was there a heart around it?” there might as well been maddie!!!

- peacocking buck we love and hate to see (it’s so embarrassing i have to close my eyes. “maybe we should hoop” sir please stop)

- the pouting OLEASE he’s so

- his smile

- the “evan” throws me off every TIME but also it kindaaaaa

- “what are the odds?” bro chill

- the smile when tommy fists bumps him oh i see you gay boy even if you don’t yet

- “so i’m your basketball beard” brother you don’t even KNOW

- i’m sorry the song that’s playing while they play basketball is “playing with the boys”🤔🤔… the lyrics too “i don’t wanna be obsessed but my desire with the boys” (and YES i am aware it’s a top gun reference, however that movie is also gay is hell and so is this song, moving on)

- tommy cocking his head when buck runs into him like oh my

- poor chim does not deserve to be put in the middle of all of this

- “well you bucked that up didn’t you” :(

- okay this scene between maddie and buck afterwards is actually so important to me, i love their ability to communicate, and how buck openly admits that he doesn’t know if he meant to hurt eddie or not, and that he was angry and lashed out, and maddie’s reaction to it :( “that’s not how you get someone’s attention”

- “i guess i was trying to get his attention” buck is the representative of the “i don’t know why i do the things i do until tons of self reflection after the fact” club, same im the president actually

- i do love that we get to watch him try and figure out why he acts and feels the way he does in real time! even at the end he still doesn’t entirely know until tommy is in his face staring at his lips

- the stutter is back 🫶

- “evan…” STOP THE WAY HE SAYS IT THAT TIME MAKES ME GIGGLE I CANT

- this entire scene drives me crazy btw i can literally pick it apart piece by piece… but the way he smiles throughout it makes my heart go akrjeidjdjsjd

- the chemistry is fucking IMMACULATE btw!! the flirting is so natural and it shows through buck being oblivious about it!! like brother no one stands that close to each other

- buck figuring out how he feels AS he speaks!!! poor boy is trying to catch up as fast as he can

- everything about the “okay” after tommy says “i can teach you”… the smile, the eye squint, the head tilt, like oh my GOD

- the way the tone changes when buck says “good” my GOD, the way his face drops as he comes to the realization that maybe it was about tommy the whole time

- the “cause trying to get your attention has been kinda exhausting” punches me in the gut EVERY TIME I WATCH THIS LIKE FUCK OH MY GOD BUCK LIKES MEN FR? and the way he says it GOD, like i said, he’s literally figuring this out as the words come out of his mouth (“i guess so”)

- okay my ONE nitpick about the kiss scene is that tommy grabs his chin, and then when it cuts it’s the two fingers under the chin, it’s inconsistent and i think i like the chin grab better

- the absolute STUNNED look in bucks eyes after the kiss!!! as the perfect oliver stark put it: he’s found something he’s been missing for a long time

- tommy is so worried in the split second before buck tells him that it was okay

- the wordless nod after tommy asks if it was okay THIS MEANS SO MYCH TO ME

- you can FEEL the sense of relief and wholeness radiating off of buck

- “better than fake mouth static” AKSHSISHS

- his eyes following tommy’s lips as he laughs, and then the brief look down like his whole WORLD has just been turned upside down before tommy speaks again

- i am so fucking here for buck being asked out and being stunned by it

- the stutter again 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

- tommy’s smile as he leaves like tee hee ur kinda cute

- the entire of his expressions at the end. there’s panic, there’s confusion, there’s happiness OLIVER STARK THE MAN THAT YOU ARE !!!!

in conclusion: this is everything i wanted and more, the brain rot is everywhere, i cannot escape this episode

#911 abc #bi evan buckley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #y’all this was just an excuse to get out every thought i had surrounding this in a controlled way #that last scene will live in my brain forever

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Kinkmas Day 9 (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), overstimulation (obvs), language

WC: 1.6k

A/N: Thank you to @corroded-hellfire and @moopshake for feedback and suggestions!

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings,” Clarence Bailey chirrups on your TV screen. You snuggle deeper into your fuzzy blanket and sigh contentedly. Nothing beats a Christmas movie on a cold December night.

“Whatcha watchin’, babe?” Eddie’s voice stirs you, and you look up to see him walking into the living room holding two steaming mugs of hot cocoa. Placing them on the coffee table in front of you, he plops onto your lap dramatically. “Oh, God. You’re watching this again? We saw it last year—and the year before that!”

You roll your eyes, trying—and failing—to shove him away. “I’d let you pick, but the only movies you like involve people blowing shit up, or people getting blown.”

“Speaking of which,” Eddie wrestles the remote from you, flicking to the Pay-Per-View channel. “Look! This one is called Santa’s Naughty Helpers XXX! Christmas for you; boobies for me.” Your living room is soon filled with the sounds of exaggerated moans and squelches. A muscular man with what might be the world’s longest penis is wearing a cheap Santa beard and nothing else.

You can’t help but laugh at the way the three women—all dressed as sexy elves—are shrieking and crying out at the top of their lungs.

“Whas’ so funny?” Your boyfriend’s eyes stay transfixed on the screen, unsure which pair of tits to focus on first.

“It’s all so ridiculous,” you manage between giggles. “No woman actually makes those noises, or can orgasm like that over and over.”

Eddie’s brows shoot up, corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk. You know that look; he’s considering it a challenge. “Wanna bet?”

That’s how you find yourself completely naked on the couch, Eddie kneeling between your bare legs. He presses his lips against your inner thighs, alternating between kissing and biting as you shiver and squirm. His pointer and middle fingers glide over your folds. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby.” He’s smiling, but his voice is stern. “I’m gonna make you cum a few times with my fingers, then my mouth, and then my cock. And I’m not gonna stop until you can’t feel anything anymore, mmkay?”

You nod, frowning when Eddie withdraws all contact.

“You know you gotta use your words, sweetheart,” he reminds you, eyes glistening mischievously.

“Y-yes, Eddie,” you choke out. “Please, just touch me.”

He bites his lower lip and groans. “Fuckin’ love when you beg me.” He rubs his thumb over your clit in a clockwise motion, chuckling as you twitch at his touch. “S’needy and we just got started. You worried I’m gonna prove you wrong, baby?” Before you can argue, you feel the stretch of two thick fingers plunging into your pussy. “What’s got you so wet, hmm? Was it the guy on TV?”

“It’s you,” you whine. “‘M wet because of you. All you.” Eddie increases his pace, curling his fingers and making a come hither motion at your g-spot. The moans escaping your throat are guttural, rivaling the noises from the women in the porno. In fact, yours might be better, considering they’re genuine.

You cry out when he’s so deep that you can feel his rings pressing against your clit. “I’m s’close…gonna cum…” Your release washes over you, and you expect him to slow down like he normally does. Instead, he continues to pound his fingers into your clenching cunt. “Eddie…I need you.” You start to reach toward his belt buckle, but he swats your hands away.

“That was only the first one,” he sneers. “We’ve got so many more; I haven’t even given you my mouth yet.” Your next orgasm comes quicker, and yet Eddie doesn’t relent. Fingers scissoring inside you, bringing you just to the edge until he impulsively stops, sucking your slick from his digits. He presses his hands to his knees and stands up, revealing an erection straining against his jeans.

“...Eddie?” you whimper. “I was a-almost there.” Your cheeks flush pink at your own greediness; the man just gave you two mind-blowing orgasms, and you were pleading for a third.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he coos in your ear, nipping at your lobe. “What’s the one thing–besides me-that you’re always askin’ for?” When you wrack your brain but can’t configure a response, he just laughs. “Got you dumb with just my fingers?”

“Mhm,” you squeak out.

“Let me help you then, beautiful.” You’re momentarily relieved that he isn’t going to torture you, but that lasts all of three seconds before he’s picking you up and placing you on his amp. “Eddie, can you play a song for me?” He raises his voice a few octaves, mocking you playfully, as he grabs his guitar and strums a few chords. The vibrations shimmy up your core, and you squeeze your thighs together to create friction.

“The only question is, what song should I play?” Eddie muses, flicking his tongue along his lips. “We could go with something for the holidays…” You recognize the tune as AC/DC’s “Mistress for Christmas, and Eddie hums along. No matter whether he’s performing for a crowd or just practicing alone, he goes all out in his movements, fingers flying over the frets. Quite frankly, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

The hum of the amp makes your clit ache with need, and you slip your hand between your legs in a feeble attempt to relieve the pressure. Eddie shakes his head, continuing to play as he instructs you, “no hands, baby; just use the amp.” You nod in acknowledgment, rutting against the machine and edging yourself before realizing that you need him to get you to finish. Hooking your finger around his belt loop, you tug to get his attention.

“Need you,” you murmur, and Eddie’s face splits into a grin. He removes his guitar and presses you against the wall, fingers around your throat.

“Don’t move,” he warns, lowering himself to the floor and bringing one of your legs over his shoulder. You feel wanting, hungry licks against the sensitive bundle of nerves, already swollen from overstimulation. “This what you wanted?”

You lean your head against the wall, keeping your balance on twitching legs. “N-not just want, Eds; need.” His low chuckle adds to the pleasure, and your third orgasm comes with a dull soreness. “Don’t know how much m-more I can take.”

Eddie’s eyes are blown-out, filled with lust. “You’ll take what I give you,” he growls ferally.

“B-but my legs…” You feel them trembling from both the waves of pleasure and from standing in this position.

His gaze meets your own, a mutual understanding exchanged without any more words. “Let me make you cum with my cock then, okay, sweetheart? If I let you lay down, I think you can give me one more.” He gently brings your raised leg down, picking you up and bringing you to the bedroom. You land on the bed with a soft thud, and he’s unbuckling his handcuff belt as fast as he can.

You’re breathless as he pulls himself out of his boxers, fucking his fist a few times before pushing himself against your weeping hole. He’s so big; his fingers aren’t his only thick appendages. He’s stretching you with just the mushroom tip, muttering about how “beautiful your tight pussy” is.

He thrusts into you with the same force as he used with his fingers. You’re grateful that he says this will be the last one, because you’re starting to feel numb. He grips your hip with one hand and pinches your pebbled nipple with the other, eliciting strangled groans from your lips.

“Y’lucky I couldn’t hold out any longer,” Eddie grumbles, “I would’ve kept doin’ this all night, baby girl.” He pulls away so he’s nearly out of you before slamming back in. “God, you have the best fuckin’ tits. Wish I make ‘em bounce like this f’me all the time.”

You choke out a sob as you finish around his rock-hard length, right as he’s filling you up with his own release. “Such a good girl, givin’ me everything I wanted.” He leaves himself inside you for a moment, catching his breath, before gently withdrawing. Your quads and calf muscles are screaming, and you have to use upper body strength to watch as his cum drips out of you.

“Let me clean you up, huh?” Eddie purrs, placing a chaste kiss on your nose. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

“Huh?”

“You said,” Eddie remarks pointedly, returning from the bathroom with a warm washcloth, “that the women in the movie weren’t being realistic with their moans and number of orgasms, and I proved you wrong.” He helps you sit up, pulling you into his lap and cuddling you. “And as the winner of this challenge, I demand that you be the big spoon.” He flops onto his side, back facing you, and you throw an arm around his waist.

“Oh, and one more thing, since I’ll probably never hear this from you again,” he adds, and you furrow your brow in confusion. “Say it. Admit it.”

“Eddie…” you complain, but he just tuts.

“C’mon…”

“Fine,” you huff. “You, Eddie Munson, were right.”

He turns his body so he can kiss your lips. “Now that is the best noise you could ever make, sweetheart.”

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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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THE SHINING. EDDIE MUNSON x r

w; based in the 70s’, talks about murder, time skips bc i will slowly lose patience, eddie slowly going crazy in the dead of winter, eddie WILL wear bell-bottom’s & have a beard - TRUST!, based on THE SHINING, chase scene, mentions of injuries, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, one death

songs; keep your eyes peeled - UKTRA SUNN, masquerade - jack hylton & his orchestra, midnight, the stars & you - al bowlly, ray noble, & his orchestra, rocky mountains - wendy carlos & rachel elkind, shadow lady - portwave

an; SUPER excited ab these movie one shots! i couldn’t wait for this one, so i decided to go ahead and write it! i hope you enjoy!

SHOWINGS. | MOODBOARD.

DAY 1.

“Eds… I think we need to pull over somewhere, hun,” Your eyes leave the window and glance over to him. “It’s late, you look tired, and the car is acting up.”

“I’ll be fine.” He dismisses, waving a hand.

“Not to mention the snowstorm.”

“What snowstorm?”

You narrow your eyes at him and reach over towards the radio, turning it up slowly. “The one Karl is talking about.”

His brown eyes dart down to the radio before back at the covered, icy roads. He sighs and pushes a hand through his hair. “I wanted your birthday to be perfect.”

You smile a bit, reaching a hand over and pushing your own hand through his hair, some getting stuck between your fingers. “If I’m with you, it will be perfect.”

He smirks a bit. “You’re cheesy.”

You lean over and nudge your nose against his cheekbone. “You love it.” You whisper, pressing a kiss against his stubble.

His cheek stretches under your lips when he smiles.

🪓

The hotel seemed like a ghost town, the only sound from inside was the small, staticky vinyl spinning - it was low enough where anyone could hear it when they stepped in - and the wind from outside.

Eddie places the suitcases down by his feet, the bottom of his bell-bottom jeans wet with melted snow. He shivers, glancing over at you.

“This okay?”

You glance around the room. It seemed fine. You look over at him and nod, giving him a small smile. He nods, leaning over and presses a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll be back. I’ll go get us a room.” He makes his way over to the desk, pressing the small bell. He glances over his shoulder once more at you, before looking back.

He flinches a bit, not suspecting someone already being there. The man was tall, had on a pressed suit, and balding.

“Uh, hello. My wife and I were wondering if there were any rooms available?”

He hums a bit, opening a book and sliding it towards him. “Sign here.”

Eddie lifts a brow, watching as the man turns to get a key. He sighs a bit, grabbing the pen and signing his name with the date before placing it back down, nudging the book back.

A key with a red plastic tag with the number 87 is slid towards him. “Have a nice stay.”

Eddie grabs the key and smiles a bit, before turning back. He stops, eyes glancing around. The suitcases were still there - you were not.

His brows pinch together as he walks towards the suitcases, picking them up before walking away from the lobby and down some hallways.

He calls your names a couple of times - only to be met by the silence of the hallways. It made his ears ring the further he went.

“Eddie!” He turns quickly, eyes wide as he stares at you at the end of the hall. “I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes!”

He blinks a couple of times, turning his head to stare at the closed door before looking back at you. “Sorry… I was looking for you.”

You sigh, walking towards him and grab the key, looking at the number before looking back at him. “I was in the bathroom. I should’ve told you, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, smiling at you. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go lie down for a bit.”

🪓

DAY 3.

You sigh, peeking over at Eddie from your book. There’s a broken cough deep from his chest that echos the room. Sweat clings to his forehead, some of his bangs and baby hairs clinging to his skin. His chest heaving with hard breaths.

“Let me fill you up another bath.” You stand up and place your book on the nightstand.

A hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you to a stop. “No,” You look down at him, brows pinching together. “No. I’m fine. I just want to sleep.”

You frown, sitting down next to him on the bed. “You hungry?” He shakes his head. “Thirsty?” He shakes his head again.

You let out another little sigh, nodding. “Okay. I’ll get you a cold washcloth then.” You stand again, walking towards the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with cold water.

You twist it, watching the access water slide down the drain before walking back over and press it onto his forehead after folding it. “Need anything else?”

“No.”

You nod a bit, bending at the waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheekbone. “I love you.”

He only hums.

🪓

Rolling over onto your side, hand reaching out, it’s only meet with the coldness of the sheets. Your eyes slowly open, blinking away the sleep from your eyes. “Eds? Honey?” There’s no answer.

You feel goosebumps raise, pulling your feet towards your chest, palms rubbing at your arms. You look around the room, eyes landing on Eddie standing by the open window.

You slowly lift the covers, sliding out from underneath and stand from the bed. Your frozen hand opens and closes by your side a couple of moments before your slowly making your way over.

There’s small snowflakes drifting inside, landing on his skin and in his hair and beard - some on his pajamas as well. His cheeks and nose are rosy, eyes glassed over from the wind drifting through and making the room chill.

Your eyes follow his line of sight, only seeing a maze before slowly looking back at him.

Your brows pinch together, heart lurching into your throat when you see he’s already silently looking at you with dark eyes.

“Is… Is there a reason you had the window open, hun?”

He stares at you for a bit longer, causing you to shift on your feet, tugging at your nightgown.

“You’re never happy with what I do, are you?”

Your lips part. “Eds. Thats not true,” You shake your head. Your hand reaches out to him. “Why would you-”

His hand is wrapping around your wrist again. “Don’t you lie to me. It’s true,” You start to tug, trying to pull your arm away. “Don’t struggle. It’ll only make it worse for you.”

“You’re-you’re hurting me, Eddie.”

His lips push out into a faux pout. “Y…You’re h-h-hurting me, E-Eddie.” He mocks you.

Your lips part. He face drops, clenching his jaw as he pushes your arm away before walking away from you. “Close the window.”

You watch as he slides back into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck.

You blink the burn away from your eyes, wiping at them with the back of your hand. You slowly and quietly push the window closed, locking it back.

🪓

DAY 7.

Your hand is met with coldness again, eyes slowly opening.

The main door is opened, light peeking through from the hallways. Your eyes glance towards the window again, the snow falling in and creating a small little mountain of snow against the wall.

You shiver from the cold, standing from the bed and grabbing your robe, slipping it on before slipping on slippers and making your way towards the open door.

Your head tilts, watching a shadow cast along the wall, frizzy curls framing the head.

“Eddie?” You call out.

There’s a small chuckle from outside, causing your head to poke out of the threshold.

Your eyes widen slightly catching the deranged look on his face. His arms slowly move to the front, your eyes landing on the axe gripped in his hand.

“Hi, honey. Ya’ cold?”

Your lips part, a shuddering breath leaving your chest. His smile drops. You scream watching as his feet pick up. You slam the door, locking it.

You slowly back away, jumping when the door rattles on the hinges from his pounding. “Come on, honey! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Your ears pick up on scraping. “Oh, sweetheart… why don’t you come out here and give me… a bigggg ole’ kiss?”

You scream when the axe lands the door, chopping through the door. “Stop!”

“Oh, no… No, no, no! Me? Stop?” He slams the axe against the wood again, pulling it away, grunting. “There’s no stopping me once I get started.”

There’s a laugh from the other side of the door.

“Now… I’d really hate to pay for this door just because you won’t listen,” He slams the axe back down, grunting. “Open it. Now.” His voice seemed deeper.

Your eyes glance towards the open window, quickly making your way towards it. You pull a chair over, stepping into it.

You feel some grip at your ankle, pulling you back. There’s cold breath hitting the side of your face. “Thought you could run from me, huh?” Eddie whispers.

You open your mouth to scream - his hand circling around your throat to cut off your airways, the scream only comes out strangled.

“Ah, ah, ah,” His nose slides up your cheek. “No, screaming. I just want to play.” His teeth nips at your skin. Letting your throat go, his palm meeting your back as he pushes you down to the ground.

You let out a gasp, fingernails digging into the carpet. He tilts his head as he stares down at you. Your eyes glance over, watching his boots, making sure there weren’t any sudden movements.

There’s a stinging to your nose, blood dripping down onto the carpet. You gasp, eyes watering as you blink away the tears. You scream when his hand tangles into your hair, pulling your head back.

“What did I tell you about screaming, huh?”

He shakes your head when you don’t answer.

“What did I say?”

You let out another scream, slamming your head into his. The pounding in your head only becoming worse. You stumble to your feet, running out of the room.

You check behind your shoulder every so often. You let out a sob hearing the eerie music that was still spinning on the record. You open the lobby door.

You hear your name being shouted. “Oh… Where are you, sweetheart?!” You look back at the stairs, seeing his bell-bottoms and brown boots come into view. You finally run out into the bitter cold, hair flying behind you as you run.

You grunt, falling to knees and hands. You glance back, eyes widening as you watch Eddie make his way towards you, his steps quickening.

You being to crawl before finally standing, slippers falling from your feet.

Arms circle around your waist, causing you both to fall into the biting snow. Your blood stains the pure white. He flips you around, hands circling around your neck again, eyes blown wide.

Your lips part, hands searching for anything they could find. Your shaky fingers glide over something, weakly gripping it before yanking it up and hitting Eddie’s head.

His grip loosens on your throat. You sling your hand back before hitting it head again. He falls beside you, the blood from the wound falling into the snow.

You let out a noise, scooting back quickly from his body, staring at him with wide eyes, chest heaving.

‘SOMETIMES HUMAN PLACES, CREATE INHUMAN MONSTERS.’

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bidisasterevankinard · 4 months

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Fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @elvensorceress thank you <3333

I've missed my crossover fic (which still has 0 real plot), so here

under crossover a little bit of criminals buddie smut for FUCK part of the Friday

crossover

“Do you need help, sweetheart?” warm and familiar hands lie down on his waist and on the hand Buck uses to hold the cue.

Straightening up to his full height and snuggling closer to the body behind him, Buck, with playful smirk, kisses Jake’s cheek, “yes, pretty boy, need your perfect aim. I haven't won against Eddie since last month,” Buck pouts and bats his long eyelashes to the blonde man, “ I want to beat him. Help?” another kiss and Buck giggles into Jake’s ear, remembering the almost the same conversation they had years ago.

Jake kisses his cheek back with a quiet chuckle and whispers in his ear, “You always were such a good actor and so good at asking anything you want with your cute eyes and big lips. How can a man say no to it?”

Then the blonde turns his body towards the table, nodding towards the balls, “Choose the one you like more, sweetheart. We are going to strike it.”

Losing themselves in their old game of flirting while playing pool, Jake and Buck miss the way everyone raises their eyebrows in question and whispers and looks at each other trying to understand the situation. Everyone except Coyote who just laughs internally watching how Eddie and Rooster look at flirting blondes like children when someone took their favorite toy from them.

“It’s going to be a fantastic weekend for me,” thinks Coyote, enjoying the way brunettes almost let off steam from the ears from the boiling jealousy, when Buck strikes the ball with Jake still behind him, guiding his movements and whispering something into his neck.

criminals NSFW

“Fuck, yes leave more mark from this perfect beard,” Buck moans when Eddie takes his sweet time stroking his beard over Buck's nipples, which he remembers are very sensitive, “wanna have then all over me when you are done with me. Wanna feel only burn all around my body, and do not feel my legs, how I was promised,” Buck squeezes his neck hard, slightly blocking the air, “but this is only possible if you already get down to the fuck part, Diaz.”

Eddie doesn’t answer and continues his movement on the already puffy and red nipples, carefully getting out the zip ties, without the noise. Kissing Buck to shut his stupid mouth, he distracts Buck enough to close zip-ties on him with a sharp movement, making sure the zip-ties are a little too tight, to leave marks, especially if the blonde will try to get out of them. Maybe he would even rub his pale wrists till they are bloody.

“Shut your brat mouth up or next I’ll find something to gag you and we both know how much you love to be loud when being fucked,” to prove his point Eddie takes an old shirt out of his bag. “Or even better, before gag you I’ll fuck your mouth so rough, you wouldn’t even able to speak, but I’ll still gag you after just as a lesson for future,”

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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“You hurt me.”

“I know.”

Steve sighs, and he looks at Eddie in his doorway. So much has changed in five years. But Eddie seems the same. Just his hair is a bit longer, he’s got more tattoos, and he’s got scruff on his face that Steve knows when they saw each other last in 87’ would have driven him nuts.

Steve has always liked the idea of Eddie with a beard. It doesn’t matter now, though. “I think you should leave.”

“Steve, I—I just need a chance to explain.” Eddie moves side to side on his feet.

“Explain?” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest. “You had the chance to explain five years ago before you left. You had the chance to explain the weeks after with no phone calls to me to any of the kids. You had the chance to explain the year after when you talked to everyone but me, and I thought you just needed time. You had the chance a year ago before you cut everyone else off again.”

Eddie hangs his head in shame. “Stevie, please. I know I don’t deserve it. But I just want to talk.”

Steve’s resistance wavers slightly. He moves out of the doorway to let Eddie in. Eddie rushes inside, knowing Steve will change his mind at any moment. Steve shuts the door behind them. “I’m only letting you in because if Robin finds you in our doorway, she will kick your ass. And as much as you hurt me, I don’t actually want to see you in physical pain.”

Eddie smiles a bit, “Still the dynamic duo? You and Robbie? What’s stopping her from beating me up inside?”

“Our cat Sylvia might see. And she’s trying to shield her from as much violence as possible. Says one Sylvia has seen enough.”

“Oh please tell me she is out by now, because that is a giant gay flashing sign.” Eddie chuckles.

Steve can’t help but laugh a little, “Yes, she is. It would be hard if she weren’t, considering she’s dating Nancy. And Nancy is a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them. She shows her off any chance she gets.”

“Wow, Robs bagged Wheeler? Never saw that coming.” Eddie lets out a low whistle. “Must have been a blow to the ego for ya, Stevie. Your ex and your best friend.” He mock clutches his heart.

Steve lets out a big laugh this time, “Nah. I encouraged it. They’re my favorite people; they deserve to be happy.”

Eddie softens, “Yea, being a favorite person of Steve Harrington is a very special thing.”

Steve feels ice water in his veins, “What are you doing here Eddie?”

Eddie sighs, “What do you want to hear? Why I needed to come, or why I wanted to? Cause the truth is I needed to come to apologize to you. Give you the explanation you deserve. What I wanted, though, what I wanted is to tell you that I love—“

“Don’t.” Steve chokes.

“Right apologies first.”

“First? First?! Eddie. I don’t know what you could say to me right now that would make anything make sense. We had something good. It took us so long to get to that point. And it was great because we learned about each other and knew each other inside out. Our friendship blossomed into something more, and we were just getting started, and you left. I had thought I was done with love before I met you. But then you came along and made me feel seen and cared for, and then you got weird and distant so quickly, and you fucking left. And then I knew for sure I was done with love. Don’t think it was meant for me. Sure, that’s not on you, but you don’t get to—you don’t get to open old wounds because you feel the sudden desire to come around again.” Steve swallows tears.

Eddie’s face goes through hundreds of emotions. Anger. Shock. Grief. He doesn’t say anything for a minute. They stew in Steve’s words instead. Then finally, Eddie settles on. “I’m an addict.”

Steve, who has thought about a million ways this could go, has never thought of this. “What?” All the tension releases from his body. He just stares hopelessly at Eddie.

“I’m an addict. I'm sober now, I just reached a year, but yeah. I'm an addict. Never thought I would be. But after everything with Vecna and the painkillers they put me on…it got hard. Denied it for a while. Said to myself a little of everything here and there to forget wouldn’t hurt anyone. But then we were becoming something alongside, me spiraling deeper into addiction. And I—fuck this was easier to practice at the meetings.” Eddie runs his hands through his hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But I would have hurt you. More than me leaving did. And I couldn’t live with that. I could live with you hating me. It was selfish of me. I wasn’t ready to give up the drugs so I gave up you, and it’s not fair. Not fair that I did that to you, to anyone of you really, but especially you Steve. You just deserved someone who could love you all the time, love you fully. And I thought I did but I think I was using you a little to make myself feel better. That’s not to say I didn’t love you. I did, still do, always will. But we both deserved a better version than what we had.”

Steve feels tears on his cheeks, he isn’t sure what to say. “You didn’t get to make that decision for me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Steve chokes on a sob, “Dammit Eddie. It was my birthday.”

Something breaks inside them, and suddenly they are in each other's arms, weeping together. There is this fragile broken thing between them, a love that never went away. It is horrible and beautiful and needs so much work to be wonderful once more.

But it was nice to break together again.

“I know. I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough. I’ll make sure every day for the rest of my life that I make it up to you. In any way I can.”

“I don’t know how we can get back Eds. Don’t know if we should.”

“I’ll take you any way you’ll have me. Friend. Lover. A person you only call when you need a ride to the airport. Just let me try; it’s all I ask. I promised I wouldn’t go back to you until I knew I had put the work into myself first. You don’t owe me anything. I would understand if you kicked me out right now. But I need you to know that Steve, I love you anyway you’ll have me. And I have never stopped thinking about you.”

Steve lifted his head from Eddie’s chest. “I’d like to try to get to know you again. This you. See where it goes. But Eds, no matter what, no matter the version of you, I will always care. And I will always be your friend.”

Eddie kisses Steve’s forehead, “Thank you.”

It’s there where Steve and Eddie hug on the wooden apartment floor; they hear the door unlock. “Oh no, she’s home early.”

Eddie doesn’t get to respond because, suddenly, Robin is in the doorway. “Hey, dingus! I brought home an extra latte—“

She freezes at the sight of Eddie before rebooting with a dark look, “Steve, is your nail bat still under your bed?”

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Wanted to try the whole break up thing, I have a lot of different break up/makeup ideas in my head. maybe pt. 2???? Kinda feels good to stop here. But if you think so I have more ideas for this.

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talesofesther · 2 years

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homemade

Eddie Munson x Reader

This story belongs to the Moonstruck universe

Summary: You invite Eddie for dinner with you, Hopper, Eleven, and Mike.

A/N: This turned out way bigger than it should have. The word limit has no meaning to me. Also, this is set after part 4 and before part 5 of the series. This was requested by @estrelasdaprimavera, don't know if it turned out exactly as you wanted, but I hope you like it, love. Fun fact: Eddie is by far the easiest one for me to write about, I just love him that much <3.

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It was a Thursday night, the bathroom was filled with steam from your hot shower, you had just pulled your shirt over your head and were in the middle of drying your hair when three impatient knocks sounded on the door.

You frowned, before you could ask why the hell someone was knocking on the bathroom door, Eleven spoke up; "Sis, can you open the door?"

Letting your towel hang on your shoulders, you unlocked the door. "Hey El, everything okay?"

She had a mischievous glint in her eyes, looking at you with a cheeky smile. "I need a favor from you and the boy with pretty eyes."

You chuckled under your breath; "Eddie you mean?" You asked, turning off the lights in the bathroom and making to walk to your bedroom.

"Yes him." Eleven walked beside you, almost bouncing on her heels and making you all the more curious.

"Alright, shoot."

Once inside, you pushed close your bedroom door; Eleven sat on your bed, hugging one knee close to her chest. "I want to invite Mike over for dinner, and I think dad would be nicer about it if you brought someone too."

Now, Eleven wasn't too far off for thinking this. Hopper is as protective as much as he is a good father, always with the best intentions, but alas, sometimes a little too much. If just Mike came over, he might overthink it, but if both daughters brought their significant others …

Not that Eddie is your significant other, but he's as good as one.

Once you agreed, you and Eleven skipped down the stairs and to the living room, where Hopper sat frowning toward the television whilst trying to understand the movie he was watching.

You stopped short of the couch, Eleven clutching at your forearm.

"You ask him." She whispered.

Your lips parted incredulously, "me? It was your idea, you ask him," you whispered back.

"You're the oldest." Eleven countered.

"You're… the superpowered one."

"Girls?" Hopper spoke up, the ghost of a smile on his face as he watched the lighthearted bickering.

Eleven shared a glance with you, biting the inside of her cheek. "We wanted to ask…" You started.

"If Mike can come over for dinner." Eleven finished.

Hopper raised his eyebrows, breathing in to answer, but before he could, you continued;

"And Eddie." You grinned.

The empty beer can Hopper held between his fingers fell to the floor with a click, he chuckled halfheartedly, one hand coming up to scratch his beard. "Now there's two of them." He grumbled.

His eyes regarded you and Eleven, clutching to each other with expectant smiles on your faces. "Dinner you say? And you want me to cook for the boys?"

"No." You were quick to answer.

"We can do it together." Eleven added.

Hopper thought of Joyce's words, creating a good environment and whatnot. And hell, if it made his girls happy, there were little reasons to say no.

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You walked up to Eddie the next morning with butterflies fluttering in your stomach; was it too intimate to invite him for dinner with your family?

"Morning Eds," you said, pulling him into a tight hug in the middle of Hawkins High's parking lot. His hair tickled your cheek and you could smell the musky scent of his shampoo along with a faint scent of smoke.

"Hey sweetheart." Eddie held you back, steady arms around your waist squeezing you to him. He wore a dark red hoodie that was just a tad too big for him and made you want to cuddle him.

You pulled back only to smooch his cheek, reveling in the way his cheekbones burned bright red right after. "I missed you, you know," you snuggled his shoulder, "my favorite person," you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie.

Eddie chuckled, his hands faltering on their grip on your back because he was not ready for this avalanche of affection this early in the morning. With the way you were pressed to him, Eddie was sure you could feel the pounding of his heart. "I- I missed you too." He breathed, truthfully, even if you had seen each other yesterday.

The routine Eddie had with you was his favorite, as he'd told you a couple of times; the best part of his day. Today though, as he linked his arm with yours and you avoided his eyes, there was a bit more weight to the air around you, as if there was something on the tip of your tongue that you were holding back.

Eddie didn't have to ask. As you walked, slow steps dragging over the asphalt and towards the school's main doors, you spoke up; "Eds, there's something I need to ask you."

His attention lay fully on you, big chocolate brown eyes looking down at you with all the affection he held in his body. "I'm all ears." Eddie pulled his arm away from yours, only to throw it around your shoulders and bring your body closer to him.

"My sister, she wants to invite her boyfriend over for dinner, and knowing my dad, we think it'd ease the tension if someone else was invited too," you glanced up at him, your arm finding purchase around his waist and under his hoodie, fingertips grazing the skin of his hip, "I thought of you."

As much as your words made goosebumps erupt on Eddie's skin, he stuttered with uncertainty; "princess, knowing your dad, I think I'd just be adding more tension."

"You wouldn't, I promise." You bumped his hips with yours, fingers now tugging on his belt loop. "It'll be just a simple dinner, I won't leave your side, and… I'd actually really enjoy having you over."

You were all honey-like words and sparkling eyes under the sunlight, the warmth of your body pressed to his tugging at Eddie's heartstrings and how could he ever say no?

He was down bad and loving every second of it.

Eddie chuckled, a sultry sound from the back of his throat as he avoided your eyes, looking down at his white Reeboks. He knew you knew the answer before he even said it. Because you leaned your head on his shoulder, your other arm going around his waist as well and linking your fingers together, essentially trapping him in an embrace and making it harder to walk but easier to breathe around his thundering heart.

Turning his head, Eddie kissed your temple, mumbling an "anything for you" against your skin. If you heard the bold confession, you didn't mention it.

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After spending an obnoxious amount of time making a revolution through his wardrobe, Eddie parked his van on your driveway. He stepped out and his boots crushed the freshly cut grass underneath. He grimaced, gingerly maneuvering his body to the sidewalk.

Eddie was dressed in his best-looking dark blue sweater and black jeans. He smoothed out the soft fabric on his torso and gave himself a pep talk — as he usually did every time he came to your house — and walked up to the front door.

Raising his fist, Eddie was about to knock when the sound of a bike coming to a halt caught his attention.

Mike Wheeler stopped in front of your lawn, he let his bike fall to the ground and did just about exactly what Eddie had just done; ran gentle fingers through his hair and fixed the lapel of his button-up shirt as he walked to your front door.

When Mike's eyes met Eddie's, he stopped in his tracks, they looked at each other with deep frowns on their faces as if they'd never seen one another before.

Eddie's lips hovered open, he was the first to speak; "what are you doing here Wheeler?"

As if Eddie had personally offended him, Mike threw his arms about and walked towards him. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I'm here to see my girlfriend."

"Shit, you're the boyfriend?" Eddie stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants, shifting his stance, and feeling heat creeping up his neck.

"Yeah…?" Mike dragged out the word, his gaze darting around and then settling back on Eddie, "and you're here because?"

Eddie pursed his lips, his hair falling as a curtain in front of his eyes and reddish cheeks. "I'm here to see-"

The front door suddenly being pulled open made Eddie jump and Mike avert his eyes from him. You stood on the other side, sporting a big smile and a dish rag hanging on your shoulder. "Hey, you guys finally came. Come on in Mike, El's in the kitchen."

You closed the door behind you once they walked in, one hand coming up to Eddie's forearm to feel the fabric of his sweater. "I heard your van," you explained, smiling up at him, "you look handsome by the way, now I'm kinda feeling underdressed."

Mike slowly walked past Eddie, sending a huge smirk his way when he finally put two and two together after hearing your words.

Eddie scoffed, taking your hand in his and making a show of planting a kiss on your knuckles; "you're looking as ravishing as ever, sweetheart."

You chuckled, swatting at his arm. He made it seem as if the sweatpants and faded Bon Jovi shirt you were wearing were red carpet worthy.

"Come on, charmer, dinner's almost ready." You didn't let him let go of your hand, instead, loosely threaded your fingers with his and tugged him to the kitchen.

Eleven and Mike were setting up the table while your dad finished up with the chicken in the oven. The kitchen was all warm orange lights against wood and the smell of home-cooked meal, along with a low tune playing on the radio by the counter.

"Right, everyone's here. Dad, how's the chicken looking?" You asked, pulling back a chair on the table.

"It's good," Hopper walked over, his eyes briefly meeting Eddie's, he sent a tight-lipped smile his way, "almost ready." He landed a hand on the boy's shoulder; "Edward."

"Goodnight sir." Eddie nodded, his hand tightening its hold on yours.

Hopper grimaced, waving a dismissive hand, "don't call me sir. Makes me feel old as hell."

Eddie cursed under his breath, "sorry, uh-"

"Just Hopper is fine kid, loosen up a little." He patted Eddie's shoulder, hard, as he walked away; but this time felt different than the first. Friendlier, if he squinted.

Once Eddie finally looked at you, you raised an eyebrow at him, "told you he'd warm up to you."

With a shy smile, Eddie ran a hand through his hair, fingers getting caught up in loose tangles and messing up his fringe. "Touche."

"Alright, I'll go help him. You take a seat yeah? I'll be right back." You told Eddie, motioning to the chair.

His hand in yours didn't allow you to leave, "no, I'll help too."

"You," extending a hand to his face, you smoothed out his fringe, your fingers delicately running through his dark curls, "are a guest. So sit down, mister."

Eddie chuckled, he was all bashful eyes looking down and cheeks glinting pink under the cozy lighting. He raised his hands, surrendering to you, and sat down on the table.

You, Eleven, and your father moved about in the kitchen like an oiled machine, laughing to yourselves as Hopper almost knocked over the pan with rice. Eddie found himself smiling as well, warmth blooming on his chest because, somehow, for tonight, he was a tiny part of this family.

He was so focused, that he didn't notice Mike materializing beside him. "You know, that's a scene I never thought I'd see."

Jumping the tiniest bit on his seat, Eddie's gaze snapped to Mike, who now sat beside him. He raised an eyebrow at the teen.

"You, totally whipped for someone." With a chuckle, Mike pointed his thumb in your direction.

Mumbling curses under his breath, Eddie was quick to swat away Mike's hand, shooting a glance towards you to see if you heard.

"Shut up Wheeler, damnit, look who's talking."

Mike only snorted, "Dustin's gonna lose it when he finds out."

Eddie stretched an arm in front of Mike on the table and with his other hand, he took hold of the lapel on the boy's shirt. "You tell anyone about tonight, I'm throwing everything at you in our next campaign, got it?"

The only answer he got was a mumbled; "you're no fun" from Mike. Eddie sighed, leaning back on his chair and shooting a soft smile at you when you looked at him. Honestly? He'd love more than anything to be able to gloat about having dinner at your house, to be able to hold your hand as you choose a seat for him at your table. But he wouldn't risk the rumors that were sure to surface if people knew about it, he felt guilty enough for the few crooked looks you started receiving at school after insisting on hanging out with him.

It didn't take long for everyone to finally be sat together at the table. Dinner went smoother than you thought it would go. The kitchen was all homey warmth and light-hearted conversation as you passed bowls of food between each other.

You felt Eddie leaning closer to your ear, his voice quiet as he asked; "can you pass me the bowl of salad?"

The words definitely shouldn't have sent a shiver down your back, but they did.

He mumbled a "thanks sweetheart" when you handed it to him.

Somewhere between the chatter, you reached the topic of graduation and future plans for after it, with you enthusiastically diving into a few dream jobs and college courses after the planned road trip through the state.

"Edward," Hopper asked eventually over a mouthful of chicken, "you work with something already?"

You stifled a laugh and felt Eddie nudging your foot under the table, "I uh," he started, then cleared his throat, "sometimes I fix a few cars for the people in the trailer park." He shrugged, "they pay well for the convenience."

"You good with cars?" Hopper raised his eyebrows.

You spared a glance at the two of them, happy to see them getting along.

"I know a thing or two, yeah." Eddie nodded.

"Want you to take a look at mine after dinner then, it's been making a few noises." Hopper finished and focused his eyes back on his plate.

"Sure," Eddie mumbled back. Slowly, his eyes found yours, innocently seeking your approval on the matter.

He was met with a smile and your hand squeezing his under the table, fingers then threading together as your thumb traced his knuckles.

Even if it was a bit harder to eat, Eddie didn't let go of your hand throughout the rest of the dinner. His chest was buzzing with happiness, the word family taking up a new meaning in his dictionary.

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bucktommys · 1 year

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lafd updates kissing booth scene 😙

hi hi hello !! i was fortunate enough to get featured on an episode of @dispatchpodcast with the simply wonderful @burnthatbridge and had a truly delightful time, cannot recommend enough. i mentioned i had a few deleted scenes from lafd updates 2 and said “hehe maybe i’ll upload them during christmas”, and then as soon as rachel and i hung up i immediately forgot i’d said that so did not in fact upload them on christmas. anyway so better late than never? hope u enjoy hehe

this is lafd updates 2.5: kissing booth. aka will mia ever stop milking this verse (probably not)

Eddie has served two terms in the army. He has fired guns; he has killed people. He left his wife and his newborn son to do a military tour in the Middle East; he has lost countless people on the job.

And yet, somehow, this is his lowest moment: standing behind a kissing booth, wearing an LAFD shirt two sizes too small and a $5 FOR A KISS! badge.

It makes sense, he thinks resignedly to himself as the next woman steps up the booth. This is probably just karmic retribution for all the terrible things he’s done in his life. He’d thought he’d paid it back, by moving himself and Christopher to a new state where they’ve both thrived, taking a job that focuses on saving people instead of milling them down, but apparently not. Just when he thinks the universe has finished taking its turn laughing at him, he falls through another new, impossibly worse trapdoor of shame.

He just didn’t realise this one would mean potentially contracting Covid or beard burn.

“Hello,” he says, anyway, because he’s nothing if not a diligent protector of state. Also Buck has promised him the mother of all blowjobs if he cracks eight hundred dollars. “What’s your name?”

The latest woman blinks at him, a little owlishly. “Um, Alice,” she says with a blush. “Hi, sorry, I just can’t believe it’s really you. You’re so handsome in person.”

“Ha, really,” Eddie says, as though ninety percent of the tax-paying public willing to spend their daily latte budget on a smooch haven’t said the exact same thing to him. He’s honestly starting to get a little offended on behalf of his station portrait; he didn’t think it was that bad. At least not the point where people are insultingly surprised by his apparent good looks. Maybe it’s the hair? “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” she says. “I’m a big fan.”

Eddie reiterates: he posted about traffic and sandstorms. “Well, let’s give you your money’s worth.”

Behind manning a kissing booth, probably one of the more mortifying experiences of Eddie’s life had been discussing the parameters of what constituted a five-dollar kiss with his coworkers and captain. It’s good to know that at least two of his top five most humiliating moments have been solidified within a day; economical, probably, even if it means he needs to go into hiding for at least a week. Chimney had begun the team brief with, “Okay, but do you use tongue?” which was how Eddie knew he was in for a long afternoon. Or, the big banner outside the station with MR LAFD UPDATES MAN KISSING BOOTH INSIDE!! had been an inkling, but he’d been mostly optimistic.

“Like French kissing?” Bobby said.

“No one calls it French kissing anymore, old man,” Buck said. “It’s making out.”

“I,” Eddie said, “am not making out with people. I’m going to get the kissing equivalent of rug burn.”

Chimney had looked concerned. “A peck isn’t worth five dollars.”

“I didn’t tell you to charge five dollars per kiss.”

“Uh, if we want to beat out Station 19 for biggest donation, we’re gonna have to pull out the big guns.” Chimney then gestured at him, as though Eddie was in danger of forgetting that the culmination of the rivalry between the 118 and their biggest rivals rested on his shoulders. And tongue, apparently. He’d been having stress dreams for weeks.

“Yeah, you’re probably gonna have to use tongue,” Ravi said, not sounding apologetic at all. “Everyone in my mentions is talking about it.”

Maybe today would also encapsulate the third worst moment of Eddie’s life. If he played his cards right he might be able to hit all five. “About my tongue?” he said, tiredly. Three months ago, he would have been dismayed. He’s older and wiser to the whims of Twitter now; he’s resigned to his fate.

“#LAFDKissingBooth is trending,” Ravi said. “You better mint up.”

Eddie sighed anyway. “I liked it better when you were riding the coattails of my fame.”

“Oh, I still am,” Ravi said, and flashed his phone screen. “I run an LAFD Updates Man Updates account where I mostly just report on everything you’re doing.”

Hen was pretending not to find this deeply hilarious. It was fine; Eddie was used to being betrayed at this point. “Why?”

“Because I’m at, like, sixty thousand followers,” Ravi said. “By the way, everyone sends their best wishes about your defeat in Mario Kart yesterday.”

Buck said, “Ha!” like this was tremendously funny. “Update-caption.”

“Don’t you have anything to say about this?” Eddie said. “We’re dating.”

“And you’re about to make us hundreds of dollars,” Buck said kindly. “If you kiss them the way you kiss me we could probably charge eight or nine dollars for a kiss.”

“Oh, gag,” said Hen, at the same time as Chimney perked a finger up and broached, “Now, that’s not a bad idea.” There had also been a talk about Covid protocols and the implications of a kissing booth in the metropolis of California, as well as an agreed-upon number of seconds a kiss should last (six seconds, which Eddie had fought tooth and nail down from fifteen, what the fuck, Chim) and a loose script Eddie would follow, because apparently money in a box and then a smooch was “unromantic”, or whatever. “It’s the Mr LAFD Updates Experience,” Chimney said, emphasising the words in a way that they probably all started with capital letters, like a board game or bad dating simulator. God, it’s only a matter of time. “We need to generate good press for our charity auction in Christmas so hopefully we can sell off a date with you for over a grand.”

“We could start a farm in the mountains,” Eddie said to Buck. “Raise goats.”

Buck, who was an asshole for still sniggering at him, but also the love of Eddie’s life, said indulgently, “Goats are cool. Do you think we could make our own cheese?”

Their hideaway in the mountains where Eddie does nothing but spend time with his son and boyfriend making cheese and babying goats has kind of been the thing keeping him going through the afternoon. Even now as he leans in to kiss Alice, counting to six in his head (and keeping his tongue in his mouth, thank you), he lets his mind wander a little: pictures Buck in overalls and nothing else, milking cows and chewing on wheat. Mm.

It's not until she pulls away that he realises to his mortification he’s sprung to half-chub. Quickly he quickly slides the donations box in front of him.

Alice wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, looking a little dazed. “Damn,” she says. “If I pay another twenty what will that get me?”

Eddie tries for a smile. “Probably several rounds at Whack-A-Mole and maybe one of my captain’s smash burgers.”

Alice leans forward across the booth. “Just a smash burger?”

Eddie coughs. “Um, well. And Whack-A-Mole.”

“Lady,” someone loudly says in the queue behind her. “You got your turn. Stop holding up the line.”

Alice scowls, but drops twenty dollars in the donations box anyway before disdainfully swanning away. Eddie is sort of pleasantly surprised by this; he busies himself smoothing the bill down, does a rough estimate in his head with the amount of people he’s kissed across the afternoon and reckons he’s probably very near his eight hundred dollar goal, then looks up for his next customer.

And smiles.

“Well, hey there, cowboy,” Buck says, which is a poorly timed choice of words considering the trestle table they’ve got set up is only just covering Eddie’s boner at the thought of Buck murmuring yeehaw into his ear as they slow-fuck against a haybale. “I heard you’re giving out kisses?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. Goat-rearing fantasies aside, he hasn’t forgotten it was Buck’s big mouth that landed him here. “It’s gonna cost you, you know. Five dollars.”

Buck pouts. “I don’t get a boyfriend deal?”

“You’re right. Ten dollars.”

Buck barks out a laugh, but pulls out a ten-dollar bill anyway. “Deal,” he says, tucks it into the box that only yesterday he and Christopher had spent an hour decorating at the kitchen table as Eddie fried gorditas at the stove. He leans forward, bracing his weight on the table with both hands. “So?”

“Well, let me give you your money’s worth,” Eddie recites dutifully, and it’s worth it for the way Buck laughs when he closes the distance, tasting his smile. Kissing Buck is familiar; grounding in a way, amidst the probably hundreds of strangers he’s kissed today. Buck tastes of the candy corn he’s definitely been sneaking behind Hen’s back, of the protein shake he and Eddie had shared on the car ride in; Eddie counts six seconds, but keeps a hand around the lovely curve of Buck’s face, where he can fit his thumb against the pulse in his neck. Buck bites a little at his lower lip; Eddie is on second twelve of fuck it and opens his mouth enough that he can lick his way in, chase out the bubbling laughter.

Behind them, someone wolf whistles.

Abruptly, he pulls away. Buck is still leaning forward, looking kinda dopey, mouth curved in that indulgent little smile of his whenever Eddie fucks up flipping pancakes or holds his hand in public. “Wow,” he says.

Eddie wipes his mouth. “Come again.”

“Oh, I will,” Buck says, who is predictable as the day is long. “Best ten dollars I’ve ever spent.”

He’s such a piece of shit. There’s no one Eddie wants to escape to the mountains to more. “Go help Bobby with his burgers, slacker.”

“And after I’ve made such a generous donation.” Buck leans away, and Eddie catches a glimpse of the people in line behind him, all gaping. Half of them have their phones out. Eddie altruistically lets this be tomorrow-Eddie’s problem. “How much have you raised?”

“With this?” Eddie flaps the latest ten-dollar addition. “I think this makes it eight hundred dollars.”

Buck grins. “Well, how about that, hey.”

“How about that.” Buck still doesn’t move away. Eddie sighs, but it’s mostly (read: all) for show. “What, Buck?”

Quick as whip, before Eddie can blink, Buck leans back in again over the table and pecks him, soft and slow. “Love you,” he says, and then darts off, leaving Eddie blinking after him.

The next person in line looks impressed. “Damn,” they say. “If I pay you ten dollars will you kiss me like that?”

“Sorry, boyfriend toll,” he says, and they good-naturedly snap their fingers. “But hey, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

#my fic #mr lafd updates man #im. so sorry LMAO

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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We need more bisexual rep, which is why I headcanon Steve, Eddie, Lucas, Max, and El as bisexual. I'm still unsure about Mike. I think he wouldn't label himself, but I'm not sure. I sometimes lean toward him being gay. Sometimes, I lean towards him being bisexual, and sometimes, I lean towards him being pansexual. I can't get a read on him. He's definitely queer. I also could kind of headcanon him as aromantic like Nancy. I headcanon Dustin as asexual along with El, and I could also see Dustin being pansexual. For me, Argyle is a trans man and pansexual. Hop and Joyce are bi4bi like Steddie. Jonathan is definitely pansexual to me. Scott Clarke is gay to me. Wayne is another question mark to me. He might be one who doesn't like labels like my dad. There's something about Wayne who reminds me of my dad a little bit. Well, a mixture of Wayne and Hopper. Tommy H is gay and Carol is a lesbian. They're beards, okay? Karen Wheeler is a frustrated closeted bisexual (I refuse to believe she lusted after Bully. It didn't happen for me because it didn't add anything to the story.) Jason Carver is a deeply closeted gay man (I still hate him). Yeah, I definitely headcanon Chrissy as bisexual but I can see her being a lesbian or pansexual too. Hell, I could see her being someone who doesn't label herself either. The conservatives hiding behind their religious guilt hate Eddie because he's not afraid of hiding who he is. Anyway, no one in Hawkins is straight. Stranger Things? More like Queerer Things.

Canon: Robin Buckley is a lesbian, Will Byers is gay, and Vickie is bisexual.

I was only going to mention a few people. Whoops, I got carried away.

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT GARETH. Gareth is definitely gay!

I can also see Eddie and Steve being trans as well as Max.

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(i'm that anon that wrote the buck being giddy and sore and having beard-burn all over his body thing) they get back to the station. buck puts his outer gear away after checking it over for tears, and walks up to the loft to get something to drink and another coffee. eddie and hen are talking about some playdate for denny and christopher for when karen and hen pick up their new foster and chimney is on the phone with maddie (something about the wedding), but buck only listens half-heartedly. his uniform is getting a little uncomfortable, it's chafing in the wrong places and he really doesn't want to be teased about puffy nipples thank you very much, and the cream tommy put on this morning has either been sweated off or has sunk into his skin. point being, he should probably apply some more cream to avoid even more chafing. it's not nearly as fun when it's caused by cotton rather than tommy's stubble, and the soothing kisses and teasing nips at his skin that are missing definitely have something to do with it. the soreness in his glutes is really nice though, and he kind of revels in it. it feels like after a really good workout. makes him feel accomplished. and the 3 orgasms in a little over 12 hours are definitely a benefit he doesn't get from going to the gym. jfc, he's at work he needs to reign in his thoughts. it's like he's a horny teenager discovering his own body for the first time. and yes, technically he is experiencing a lot of new things and firsts, and sure, maybe in a few months he'll brag about his stamina as a man in his 30's but now? now all of this is very inconvenient. "buck, you're okay?" shit. "yup, just sore and a little tired, haven't finished my coffee yet." "if you say so" hen's definitely suspicious. "buck, help me with brunch?" he could kiss bobby right now. well, no, EW, but he'll take the win and get away from prying eyes. bobby hands him veggies to cut up to put into the omelettes later, and buck grabs a knife and starts to cut up the mushrooms and the bell peppers. they work along in silence for a bit, and then bobby hands him a little post-it, whispers "we will never speak of this" and moves on to whisk the eggs like nothing. buck puts the post-it away, finishes cutting up the veggies, washes his hands and walks over to the bunk rooms. he kinda wants to check-in with tommy anyways. it's in the corner of the room, away from prying eyes, that he opens the note, turning scarlet immediately upon reading it. burt's bees mama soothing nipple cream and stokolan. i put some samples in your locker. stay safe. buck sends a pic of the note to tommy after applying the creams (they're a god-sent) with a simple "still jealous of the tight-knit family of the 118?"

anon I want to kiss you on the lips thank you for blessing me with this OHMYFUCKING GAWDDDDD (part 1 sent to @canonbibuck which you should read because hot DAMN 🥵)

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Get Us Some Chocolate || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble

Summary: It's still hard for Eddie to comprehend how Venom has changed his life, especially since Venom has so many demands

Warnings: none, just Venom being Venom 😁

Word count: 856

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As Eddie sat on the couch, he watched the wall of his apartment. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Previously a successful reporter, now a man with some kind of parasite; it had to be a nightmare! Suddenly, Eddie pinched himself and cursed loudly, "Fuck! No, no, no, this has to be a nightmare!"

Venom did not form himself, he simply tickled Eddie's side twice before stopping.

Eddie shouted, "No! You stop that! You're not real, you're not here. I got into a car accident and I'm in a coma. You are not here!" Eddie was lost in thoughts.

Venom formed his head behind Eddie and touched his bearded cheek with his slick tongue. "We're real, Eddie."

Eddie said, "You're not!" and went to his bedroom. Eddie hid in his bed and said, "I will go to sleep and when I wake up, you won't be there."

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Eddie slowly awoke in the morning and raised his head. "Hello..?" He asked quietly.

In an instant, Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's. "Eddie, how was your night? Because the position you were sleeping in squeezed us. We didn't like it. Now, move your ass to the kitchen, breakfast time is here!" Venom chanted happily.

Brock's head fell back onto the pillow. "You are here, still..." He let out a loud sigh, then his response was, "I don't feel hungry."

As Eddie replied, Venom poked him in the forehead. "But we're hungry. And we want chocolate. Get up, Ed. You gotta look like a human to do some grocery shopping," Venom said, forcing Eddie to rise so quickly that he fell.

"What! How could you even do that to me!? I have food in the fridge and I don't care what you want. I have everything I need in my apartment," Brock grunted in a reply.

Eddie was forced to run to the door and further up the staircase when Venom repeated, "AND WE WANT CHOCOLATE, AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING FOOD IN YOUR FRIDGE. WE CHECKED IT LAST NIGHT, IT WAS NOT WORTH OUR TIME AND ATTENTION."

"You stop that now! Look at me! I can't go shopping in my..." Eddie looked down, "Underwear! We are going home and I need to change!"

This was the moment Eddie's neighbor walked out of a flat. A woman closed the door and turned around, improving a purse on her shoulder and froze when she saw Eddie half-naked. Squeaking, she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

As Eddie ran to his flat, he locked the doors behind him, pressing his back to the wall nearby. "It's your fucking fault! You can't drag me out of my flat when I'm wearing nothing," he said as he went to his bedroom.

Eddie was fully dressed and ready to go after a few minutes. "Okay, now we can go."

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Eddie walked through the supermarket, looking at the shelves. "I don't really know what I need..." He murmured to himself.

Venom recited happily in man's head, "Milk, two gallons. Orange juice. Bread. Chocolate. Chips. Beer. Chocolate. Chicken. Cucumber. Chocolate. Beer. And more chocolate. And cheese. And fries. Did we mention chocolate?"

"Why do I need so much chocolate? I don't even eat chocolate," Eddie asked as he began to look through the shelves.

"You're a loser, and we want chocolate. If you don't buy us some chocolate, you'll be without liver or kidney. Or both," Venom threatened.

Eddie grunted under his breath, "If you don't stop acting like the prick you really are, you'll be short of chocolate, or you'll be short of host. Or both."

After a few growls, Venom calmed down. It wasn't until he spotted jelly beans. "We want this! Oh, and that minty chocolate too. Oh, and these chocolate bars are delicious, too. Oh, and those pralines! We'll treat you like a king if you buy the pralines, too, Eddie."

Putting everything in a basket and listening to Venom, Eddie said, "Please, don't eat it all at once. Chocolate isn't cheap."

"We'll get you a better paying job soon, don't worry, Eddie," Venom giggled deeply in the man's mind.

Eddie sighed in frustration, "How the hell would you even find me a job? Do you even know what one is?"

"Of course we know, it's a useless thing you keep doing. We'll make you hireable again."

Brock shook his head and laughed, "Yeah. Sure you will."

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Eddie placed bags on the table at home. "Okay... So... You're really here? You're not a dream, right?"

Venom formed his huge face and showed his long fangs; some saliva dripped on the floor as the symbiote smirked widely. As he rested his forehead against Eddie's shoulder, Venom asked, "Do we look like a dream, huh? Feel us. Feel the power we provide you with. You're strong now, feel all these muscles. We'll make you a hero."

"The life with you inside me won't be easy. I mean, my life is different from yours," Eddie laughed softly.

Putting his chin on the man's shoulder, Venom assured, "We'll fit in easily. This will be a fucking amazing experience."

#eddie brock fluff #venom fluff #eddie brock & venom #fluffy venom #venom fic #eddie brock #eddie brock fic #venom oneshot #marvel fluff #venom fanfiction #we are venom #venom being venom #writers on tumblr

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@steddiemas Day 11 Prompt: Pop/Alt Holiday Songs

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Established Relationship, Santa Con, Karaoke, Steve Harrington Is A Tease

wc: 1596 | Rating: T

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Eddie’s had his fair share of wild nights bar hopping in Seattle. Sometimes with Steve, sometimes with the Corroded Coffin boys, sometimes alone desperate to break out of the deep-seated loneness that overtakes him every few years.

But he’s never experienced anything quite like this.

After a night of endless hopping, they find themselves at a karaoke bar in the heart of Downtown Boston packed with college students and young adults all dressed in their best Santa suits like them. Miraculously, they find an empty booth in the corner and stake their claim.

Robin and Nancy collapse into each other, shedding their red coats over the worn edge as they do so. Jonathan and Argyle aren’t far behind, though Argyle stays fully in costume. (“I really think I should grow a beard, my dude,” he slurs for the hundredth time of the night as he shuffles across the cracking vinyl.) Steve goes next, sliding in next to Robin and then Eddie follows, nearly missing the seat entirely as the opening chords of Wham’s “Last Christmas” rips through the small bar from the stage across the room. A pair of best friends laugh their way through the opening words, absolutely massacring the song.

“Oh god,” Steve groans. “They’re disrespecting Wham!”

“That’s the point!” Robin giggles, moving to rest her head on his shoulder. “No one is supposed to sing good at karaoke! S’why we’re all here!”

“We are not singing karaoke!”

“You better turn that Grinch face of yours around because we absolutely are! Nance and I signed us all up weeks ago.”

“You devious lesbians,” Eddie laughs before leaning around Steve to place a slobbery kiss on Robin’s head. “I owe you so much for this one.”

“Buy us drinks and we’ll call it even!”

It’s a fair deal as far as Eddie’s concerned so he quickly gets himself back on his feet and wades through the hoards of Santas until he gets to the bar. It’s just like any other dive bar he’s been in. Sticky countertops, shelves, and shelves of liquor, charming but overworked bartenders working and flirting their asses off for tips. He knows exactly what it’s like bartending and he doesn’t miss it.

Though maybe he would have had more fun if the places he worked had events like this. At least he’d have people to make fun of beyond the sad drunks that became his regulars.

Eddie returns five minutes later with a tray of mixed drinks and shots. If he’s being totally straight with himself, he’s not sure what he ordered. They look pretty though and judging by the puckered face on Robin and Jonathan’s faces, they must be mixed well. Lightweights the both of them.

Needing the least bit of persuading, Eddie takes the stage first, serenading the crowd in a rock and roll rendition of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas” that goes off the rails given he sings it at double the speed. Argyle drags Jonathan up next, the two stumbling their way through “Feliz Navidad” — Argyle carries the Spanish sections while Jonathan squints at the teleprompter during the English bits. It’s a hilarious disaster that has the entire bar cheering them on.

Nancy and Robin’s rendition of “Last Christmas” gets everyone going and suddenly a complimentary round of drinks ends up on their table as they belt out the final line. A few groups of strangers take the stage next. They’re decent but nowhere as entertaining as any of them. They’re only half watching at this point, too engrossed with their own conversations and carry-over argument over who the best-dressed Santa of the bunch is.

(“Obviously s’not Eddie,” Nancy giggles.

“You wound me, Wheeler,” Eddie gasps, clutching a hand over his jet-black fur coat. “Gothic Santa would have killed it in Seattle. You Bostonians don’t understand culture.”)

Another round of drinks materializes on their table and then they’re back in the karaoke rotation again. By the time Steve’s name is being called by the poor bar employee tasked with keeping things running smoothly, he’s the perfect amount of drunk that he doesn’t protest Eddie’s careful tugging. He doesn’t go willingly, but he’s sporting that crooked smile of his that tells Eddie he’s not exactly mad about the events transpiring in front of him.

“See sweetheart,” Eddie croons, leaning into his space as he passes him the mic. “Just needed a little liquid courage. Now show the world how great of a singer you are.”

“S’gonna be a disaster.”

“Oh, definitely,” Eddie smiles, pecking his cheek. “But that’s the point!”

Eddie doesn’t give Steve time to reach out and instead retreats to the booth. He slides in next to a giddy Robin as they both wait with bated breath for Steve to choose a song. A minute or two of silence passes before Steve looks up from the machine. The old stage lights cast a beautiful shadow over him. Eyes sparkling in the harsh fluorescents. Usually, Steve would be complaining about the godawful lights, but right now he’s winking at Eddie and practically skipping to the center of the stage.

Another moment of silence passes before the bright cheery guitar of Britney Spears’s My Only Wish (This Year) floods the place. Steve starts rocking his hips to the beat, hand gripping the microphone tight enough that Eddie can see his knuckles turning white. The nerves evaporate from his body the minute he starts singing, though. If Eddie didn’t know better, he’d think Steve has been possessed by the spirit of the Princess of Pop.

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss,” Steve sings, throwing a hand over his lips before blowing a sloppy kiss in Eddie’s direction. And then he’s moving again, skipping around the stage as his Santa coat glides around behind him.

By the time the second verse hits, Steve’s shimming out of the coat, putting on a show for the group of girls sitting at the front tables. Eddie wants to scream. Wants to stalk over to the girls and tell them to back the fuck up, but he’s held steady in his seat by Jonathan’s comforting hand and Steve’s unwavering gaze as he locks eyes with him across the hoards of people.

“I want my baby, baby,” Steve scream sings, already losing the beat as his hips continue to sway.

“Someone to love me, someone to hold!” Eddie shouts along with him as the rest of the table eggs him on.

It’s chaos after that. Steve throws his Santa hat into the crowd, Robin’s on the table filming the entire thing on her ancient iPhone. “That’s your man, Munson,” Nancy wheezes, nudging Eddie’s ribs every time Steve turns to shake his ass for the excited crowd.

Eddie’s absolutely captivated by the performance. When he first met Steve years ago he was uptight and reserved. It didn’t matter how much effort Eddie put into his conversations, it was like trying to pry open a bank vault. But when he finally cracked the code, Steve sparkled in a way Eddie couldn’t even dream about.

Steve’s better now, more open with himself and who is he. Fully embraces the fun that life has to offer, but Eddie can tell there are moments when he retreats to that small boy who never got the attention he deserved. It’s what makes moments like this so much more amazing. Seeing Steve shine and live his best life, free from judgment is the best gift Eddie’s ever received. And he’s not about to miss a damn minute of it.

When the bridge drops, Steve prances around the stage like one of Santa’s reindeer. He’s sporting a reindeer headband that someone threw up there and there are a handful of dollar bills crumpled up on the edge of the stage. Somehow it’s gone from a karaoke show to some erotic dance number as Steve shimmies around and tries to keep up with the words.

Eddie’s never been more in love in his entire life.

“Santa, that’s my only wish this year,” Steve sings the final line, holding out the note like he’s the Princess of Pop herself instead of some high school teacher.

A standing ovation follows, but Eddie doesn’t have time to bask in the affection being thrown at his boyfriend because he’s moving through the crowd faster than he’s ever moved in his life. When he gets to the end of the stage, Steve practically dives into his arms. He wraps himself around Eddie, legs around his waist, arms around his neck and smiles that perfect, beautiful smile of his. His cheeks are flushed pink from the performance and the amount of liquor coursing through his veins and his eyes are big and bright.

“What’d think? S’Santa gonna grant my wish?” Steve asks.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos, ducking his head to get his lips on Steve’s. “You know I’ll be waiting for you under the tree in a big red bow.”

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