#Honestly I really prefer jealous Eddie

[blushweddinggowns]

Prompt number 2 bc I’m praying for more jealous Steve content. Bc Eddie can be so oblivious and Steve can be such a bitch and those things are so important to me

Eddie was a glutton for self-punishment, that was the only reasonable explanation he could come up with on what the fuck he was doing here. Sitting at some random gay bar as he watched the man he loved dance the night away with his bestfriend.

He just had to volunteer to be their designated driver. Maybe it was stupid, but Eddie thought that y'know, a gay bar meant that no he would not have to watch Steve flirt with some randos. But he forgot the small detail that bisexual people existed. And he had seen at least three damn girls slip Steve their number.

Which was just...so fucking cruel. Why did life always have to do him so dirty? Eddie had thought that maybe...if they went to this type of place together Steve's mind would open up a bit. A stupid fucking thought honestly. Based off of nearly nothing. Like, okay sure, Steve was all touchy feely with him sometimes. When he was high or drunk suddenly Eddie became his personal chair. And he would say just...the sweetest shit. Going on and on about how happy he was to have met him, how he's so glad he's alive and well, how funny Eddie was, how nice and sweet and pretty and...and all of it had sent his traitorous brain into a tailspin that had him thinking he actually had a chance with a straight guy.

And the fucked up part was that Eddie had really tried to start doing the right thing. He put a little distance between them when he figured out that he was past a silly crush. No he was head over heels for the guy and he needed to get over it. Fast. And if he could just start saying no when Steve called to get high or have a few beers together he probably would have made some progress by now.

But no, he was still to eager for contact with him to say no. Which made him feel like a creep, always waiting around for Steve to be a little out of his mind just so he could get a hug.

When did he become so pathetic?

The only slight comfort he had tonight was the fact that he wasn't alone. It really wasn't fair to bring a straight guy to a place like this, but at least every guy who had eyes on Steve was going to have to suffer in silence with him.

And some of them were kind of cute. Cute enough for Eddie to try and use one as a distraction. He was sitting next to a preppy looking guy, talking to him a little bit. Maybe he shouldn't have set his eyes on someone that kind of looked like Steve, but fuck it. His name was Andrew, and he was nice, a good flirt. The perfect diversion for when Eddie could tear his eyes away from Steve.

And things were actually getting a little interesting with him. He had his hand on Eddie's arm, leaning in to loudly whisper everything he said in Eddie's ear. He was smiling at him, close enough for Eddie to see the pretty gold flakes in his eyes.

They weren't as pretty as Steve's but they'd do.

Andrew tucked a bit of Eddie's hair back behind his ear, leaning in again. But he didn't go for his ear this time, no, he was zeroing in right to Eddie's lips. Not that he was complaining, he let it happen, a sweet, light kiss that had zero time to escalate to more.

Because suddenly, someone was tugging at his arm, hard enough to force Eddie's whole body back, nearly out of his chair. He blinked, more than a little startled to see Steve coming out of nowhere, clinging onto him with that stupid, gorgeous smile.

"Eddieeee," Steve whined, completely ignoring Andrew's presence, "Robin ditched me to make out with someone in the bathroom."

Eddie couldn't help but smile a little bit, despite the fact that he was definitely interrupting what was probably the first good thing about this night. He glanced over at Andrew, who was staring at them, wide-eyed before saying, "Uh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

"I don't-"

"I can't hear you in here," Steve loudly interrupted, looking adorably confused, "Come outside with me?"

If Eddie was smart, he would have gently pried Steve's hands off him before sending him off to find Robin. But...a drunk Steve was also a very cute and cuddly one. So fuck it, Eddie could find a rebound for his non-existent relationship next weekend.

He shrugged at Andrew, mouthing a quick apology at him before Steve started to drag him outside through the back door. Eddie half expected Steve to do his usual routine when he was toasted. Sweetly asking for a piggy back ride that Eddie literally could never refuse before falling asleep on his back. Then he'd get him in the car, wrangle Robin from wherever the hell she was, and they'd be off.

But the second they were stepping outside Steve was straightening up and stepping back, to Eddie's immediate confusion. He leaned against the wall, glaring at Eddie in a way he had never seen. Or at least directed at him.

"So," Steve started, his tone way too close to how he sounded when one of the kids pissed him off, "Who was that guy? You looked pretty cozy in there."

Eddie's brain was still struggling to catch up to the change in atmosphere here. But he tried to answer anyway, "I mean we were but-wait. Why are you not drunk? You were literally just-"

"It's called acting dipshit," Steve mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Which ow, rude. But his next words hurt even more, "Not like I have a choice, since you only seem to like me when I'm fucked up."

Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest. He didn't-oh no. Oh god. Steve figured out he was a creep. A creep who was probably moments away from getting his ass handed to him.

Eddie swallowed, at a loss for what to say. But he still tried, "I-look dude it's um, it's not like that. I didn't- I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable-"

"Then why the fuck would you kiss another guy right in front of me?"

Okay. That was enough of that. Yes, Steve could be mad about him being creepy, but no he couldn't be mad over having to bear witness for a gay kiss at a gay bar, "Well if I had known that you were apparently only okay with seeing girls kiss each other I wouldn't have come out tonight at all! Honestly Steve, how can you even say that? Like that is some real dumbass levels of homophobia, even for you. I thought the King Steve thing had died-"

"Shut the fuck up oh my god," Steve hissed out, "Are you really that damn dense? That's what you think I'm upset about? Are you fucking kidding me? And I'm the dumbass?"

"Then why are you mad?" Eddie half asked, half yelled.

“I’m not mad," Steve seethed, like he didn't look about five seconds away from choking Eddie out, "I...I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Maybe he really was drunk after all. Because now he wasn't making any damn sense.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, beyond frustrated, "Who Steve? Like, I'm sorry to break this to you but not all of us can fucking look like you do alright? We're not all charming, golden Adonis basketball players okay? And sometimes you need to take what you can get. And there was nothing wrong with Andrew-"

"You think I look like a golden Adonis?" Steve interrupted, a weird expression on his face. He looked almost...hopeful? But that didn't make any sense.

"That's what you got out of that?" Eddie asked, exasperated, "I-come one dude. You know you're hot. But that's not my point."

"Well it's mine!" Steve groaned. He was biting his lips, a very distracting nervous habit that Eddie had picked up on, "Because what the fuck are we even doing? You think I'm so hot, so charming, so great, and you decide to kiss someone else in front of me? What the fuck is that? Do you like seeing me jealous? Do you get off on me pining? Please explain."

You see, that was the funny thing about Eddie's brain. One second he was lost, staring at Steve's red, bitten lips, and the next he was desperately trying to catch up with what just came out of his mouth. All of it the perfect blend to effectively shut his brain off completely.

Eddie stared at him, his words as dumb as how his face probably looked, "I-what? Huh?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "Are we really doing this? Are you going to pretend like it's all in my head?"

"I-no. I just-please explain," Eddie is pretty damn sure he had never stuttered through a sentence that hard in his life.

"I've been coming on to you for months and you just keep giving me all of these mixed signals and..." Steve sighed, looking away, "I'm so sick of it Eddie. If you don't like me just say that! Stop whatever this is. Because it's mean and you know it. If you want a better option then just take it already and leave me alone."

He-what-that didn't even- Steve was straight, wasn't he? And now the stuttering had invaded his thoughts. Because if he actually understood all of that then...

He was the biggest idiot on the planet.

And his stunned silence was not helping anything.

Steve sighed, pushing himself away from the wall. He turned away, "I'm going to find Robin. We can just...act like this didn't happen I guess. I'm done."

Eddie had to give himself on thing, at least his body was working a lot faster than his brain. Steve barely had time to take a single step away before he was shooting his hand out to grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

"I didn't know you were an option!" Eddie blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest, "I-Stevie I thought all of it was in my head. I-I thought that you were straight and we were just hanging out-"

"You think I sit in the laps of my other guy friends?" Steve asked, completely unimpressed, "While playing with their hair and calling them beautiful? Really, dude?"

Eddie nodded, sure and fast, "Steve, I had to do my senior year three damn times. I'm not always the smartest okay? And in my defense you never mentioned like dudes-"

"Yes I have," Steve interrupted, "When you came out to me, I told you to your face that I understand. That I could relate about hiding things and not talking about it. I literally said we were in the same boat. What else could that mean?"

Eddie remembered that, crystal clear. But..."I thought you were talking about PTSD, not secretly being into dudes."

"One dude," Steve corrected, but he was relaxing a little, thank fuck. Maybe Eddie could still fix this.

He took a deep breath, using his hold on Steve's wrist to pull him closer. His hands were fucking shaking, bad enough for Steve to almost certainly notice when he rested them on his hips.

This was it, he might as well be as clear as humanly possible, "I am so into you. Like a scary amount. Like I'm...borderline in love with you."

He was completely in love with him, but he didn't have the balls to say that bit out loud. He kept going, "And I didn't know you felt the same way. At all. Like I am dangerously close to having a stroke from hearing all of that. You kind of flipped my world upside down there."

Steve huffed out a laugh. Eddie may have fucked up everything leading up to this point, but Steve was eating his little speech right up. He shuffled a little closer, wrapping his arms around Eddie's neck with a small smile, "Keep going."

"I thought that I had no chance. I mean even tonight, people couldn't stop looking at you. And you got those numbers-"

"I threw them away," Steve interrupted, "You missed that part."

He had definitely missed that part, too caught up in his own head. But that didn't stop a smile from breaking out on Eddie's face, "Good. Because if you want me, you have me. I'm all yours, in any way you want me. Understand? Fuck, Stevie if I had known any of this we'd be the ones making out in the bathroom right now. And I'm sorry about..."

For the life of him Eddie couldn't remember his name, not when he had Steve smiling at him in his arms, "The other guy. But it literally means nothing to me. Not if I get to have you. Do...do I get to have you?"

Steve hummed, pretending to think about it while he played with a lock of Eddie's hair, "I guess that depends. Is making out in the bathroom still on the table?"

"Fuck yes it is."

Steve grinned, leaning up to press the sweetest little kiss to the side of Eddie's mouth, "Then I guess you have me then."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #silly steddie #asks #bitch steve #i think this might be helping? #with the inspiration lack? #unsure #but thank you for the prompt <3 #Honestly I really prefer jealous Eddie #but for you anon you'll get jealous Steve! #Robin meanwhile is having the time of her life in that bathroom #let the girl have her hoe phase #poor andrew #lol #im pretty sure this isn't the first time ive fucked over an andrew #one more to go~

[trashmouth-richie]

eddie x reader ; a very light hint of steve x reader

a follow up to this which is a follow up of this

tw 18+ content, tied up, temperature play, steve is baby girl himbo in this very s3 coded, eddie is jealous + mean.

“that tickles, wow, cold— ow, very very cold— shit, shit!”

You slap a hand over his mouth, wide eyes staring into yours as if he is scared beyond belief.

“Shhhhh..” you press a chaste kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

Your body was pressed in his, an ice cube held limply in your fingers as you traced it along his veiny shaft. Leaving goosebumps on his summer tanned skin. 

“Eddie is home, do you want him to know that we’re fooling around? Cause I prefer to keep my bedroom adventures private.”

“No, no! You’re right, it’s just— really cold, when you said you wanted to get freaky I thought maybe you had a friend or something to go up my ass? I don’t know!” 

You stare at him, waiting for him to say he was kidding but it never came. You sit up, the ice melting on your fingers dripping onto his sack, little whimpers from his mouth. 

“Alright… King Steve is curious about assplay, noted. We can unpack that another time— for now, it’s either the ice or nothing, you choose.” 

You kiss his chest, waiting for him to decide. He’s mumbling to himself, and you work your fingers in between the tufts of hair, eyes on him, your nipples skimming over his hot skin. 

“…okay! Okay fine! Can I kiss you maybe?” 

Steve was stretched like a voodoo doll across your bed, large hands tied to each bed post, unable to reach you, his lip in a pout as he attempted to wiggle his wrists free. 

“Keep trying to get out of your restraints and you won’t be kissing me anywhere.”

He huffed, a strand of caramel hair tousling into his forehead, “I mean they’re tight— like really tight, you sure this is normal?”

You rolled your eyes and sat up again to examine the human ken doll that was played by Steve Harrington for the evening. 

His wrists were red, fingers pale… fuck. 

You tug at the knots, trying to wedge your fingers beneath them, and after five minutes of you trying you could see Steve’s hands looking worse.

“Alright— don’t panic!” you announced, sliding from the bed and pushing your arms through the red silk robe hanging from your closet, “and don’t move…. I’ll be…” scissors! “yeah, I’ll be right back!”

“What!? You can’t just leave me like th—!” he hollers your name and you try to muffle his calls of distress by shutting your door quickly.

Eddie was in his room, you could hear him playing his guitar— and he prayed he didn’t hear the muffled pleas from Steve. 

Rifling through the kitchen junk drawer you find everything but the scissors. Chopsticks from too many late night orders of chinese takeout, ketchup packets, pens, a pack of markers, Eddie’s fake ID he had in high school, Wayne’s expired ID he tried to use at the gas station when you were sixteen and more rope. 

The pair of you didn’t own a knife set, never having cooked anything that required culinary skills— you were at a loss— the only option left was to ask Eddie for his pocket knife. Goddamnit.

The walk to his room felt like miles long, and honestly you would have preferred if you never got there. His door was open, the low times of his acoustic guitar filled the air along with a haze of smoke. 

A quick rap on his door and Eddie was looking up at you, cigarette limp from his lips, as he motions to the other side of his room with a nod of his head. 

“…ham & pineapple no pepperonis, cash on the dresser.” 

“What? Oh yeah, sure— forgot it’s Friday. Hey, ummm. I need a favor.” 

Eddie smirks and shakes his head, “I’m not loaning you anymore bud, you already owe you twenty.” 

“No— I’m not here for free weed, I need your knife.” 

His eyebrows quirk and he waits for you to ask his silent “why?”

“It’s an emergency.” 

“Your boss sucks sweetheart, 100%— but you can’t kill him.” 

“Eddie shut up,” you whine, stomping your foot, “I just need to borrow it—I'll give it right back!”

He rolls his eyes, leaning over to grab his knife from his back pocket, “tell me what you need it for.” 

You stare at him, mouth open, “I…can’t.” 

“Okay? and why not?”

Your name is heard in a wail from your room and your cheeks heat with embarrassment. 

“is someone in there?”

Scrubbing your hands down your face you finally admit it, “Yes! Jesus fuck! Now will you please either help me or give me the knife, he’s stuck!”

It takes everything in Eddie to try not to laugh, but he simple hides his lips and nods, thinking to himself what kid. of shit you’d gotten into now, and with who?

He follows you into your room, watching your form move beneath the silk robe, trying to keep his eyes from staring too long or imagining what lie beneath the thin fabric. 

Your eyes are covered when you open the door so you miss the shock on Steve’s face to see his best friend walk into your room. His dick is still out, laying against his hairy thigh, and the only thing he can do is an awkward jock head nod followed by a “sup?”

Thankful that he has a good poker face, Eddie nods back, ears crimson in anger, biting his tongue as he flips the blade out with flare. Behind his dark eyes He was fuming. 

Steve? 

STEVE HARRINGTON?

Of all people you could have tied up in here in some makeshift attempt at whatever you thought you were doing— it had to be him.

Heads would fucking roll when this was over and him and Steve were alone. 

Slicing through the ropes like they were nothing, Eddie simply raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, leaving with his mind grinding like gears on how to stop this from happening again. 

—

“Thanks for calling Family Video. Our hours are 10-10 Sunday through Saturday, stop in to rent our latest releases, this is St—”

“Harrington.”

“Hey man, hey— thanks for uh, helping me out the other night. I really o—”

“Yeah, you do,” the cord bounces on the floor as Eddie turns the corner, looking back at you in the living room asleep on the couch— walking to his room,  “that’s why whenever she calls… you are going to make up whatever excuse that big hair of yours can..”

“Wait..?”

Eddie grits your name out through clenched teeth. 

“If she calls to hang out, you will find a reason not to, y’ catch my drift, pal?” 

“Ye-yeah, sure thing… what should I say?”

“I don’t care Harrington, make something up… tell her you have a girlfriend, you have the measles, I really don’t give a fuck what it is, as long as I never have to walk into her room and see your dick again.”

Steve narrows his eyes, blurring the neon lights in the video store, “dude, what the hell?” 

“Sarah is single— I’ll give you her numb—”

“Okay? But so is she, why are you acting like an asshole right now?”

You. He was being a dick because of you. Sick and tired of you not willing to admit you both had feelings for eachother, and he was ready to pull out the big guns in order to make it happen. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

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[plleeeepppyyyy]

I absolutely adore your Wally fanfics!

If it’s alright with you, can you make a slightly jealous Wally fic? Again, it’s okay if you don’t want to, but if you do, here’s how it would go—

You’ve been hanging around with Barnaby, Julie, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, and Howdy quite often. Usually it’s because some of them request help, or it’s because they just want to hang out with you!

Unfortunately, this comes at the (slight) dismay of Wally. At first, he’s delighted you’re making friends with the others, or at least getting to know them better. But as time goes on, hanging out with him is less and less— of course, you still try to MAINTAIN hangouts with him, but it seems that fate dislikes him so! Every time you’re just having the best fun with him, someone has to come and take you away.

(Like say Frank needs you to catch butterflies with him just when you and Wally are drawing, or Eddie needs your help delivering packages.)

Either way, it makes Wally more jealous.

How he deals with it is all up to you! Again, if you want to write this, I hope I provided enough detail for you to base a story off of this! :)!!

iiiii think i accidentally made wally a bit more than slightly jealous? its really fun to write him being jelly ngl!! it was really fun to write this, ٥(¯ ³¯)

i also made him a bit (maybe too) rude to julie,, so sorry julie! :(

(i also would’ve posted this earlier but i had a busy day, sorry!!!!)

“slightly” jealous wally + reader!

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•wally is just so…. happy that everyone wants to hang out with you!! so… happy… (ง'̀-'́)ง

•honestly he’s jealous at times, he’s honestly a very jealous man.

•like dont get wally wrong, he’s happy that you’re getting on great with his friends! it’s just he prefers to have all of your attention on him.

•just him, he wants you all to himself.

•but just as long as you hang around him, it’s perfectly fine—

•no it wasn’t. why’d you stop hanging out with him more? :(

•he doesn’t blame everyone for being excited , after all.. you were y/n. just great, fun, a good person to be around. how could people not stay by you?

•and that’s what wally wanted to do, stay by you.

•even if you guys hang out with the others, his eyes are only on you. like said before, you’re the apple of his eye. his bff, everything, ofc he wants to look at you.

•he notices quickly on that everyone else is just taking ur attention further and further, which makes you more busy and busy to not hang out with him! he’s legit so distraught, he immediately runs to house for some advice.

•like, how can he get your attention more?!

•he’s handsome, he’s entertaining, he’s got like,, everything, why do you pay more attention to his friends more than him?

•you guys could just be sitting around sketching, as wally watches you intently, someone has to come up and poof! you’re being whisked away..

•okay, he feels a bit guilty thinking of his friends in a not so friendly manner. but they keep taking you away from him! you were supposed to be his!

•he’s also kinda in his delulu arc,, he makes himself feel better that you’re just busy! ofc you want to hang out with him! you like wally, he likes you! literally he keeps trying to convince himself that everyday you’re just YEARNING to be with him 24/7. (like he is with you.) wally also convinced himself he is justified for feeling this way. i mean, you’re his best friend, he didn’t go all this way to bring you back just for you to be distracted from him.

•if one of the neighbors like for instance,, barnaby come up to you while you and wally are spending time together beautifully and grabs you away,, he’s so heartbroken. like don’t go! :( barnaby’s jokes can wait!

•as patient as wally can be, he gets a bit snarky.!(not a bit, a LOT) literally if frank comes up to you asking for help with something, wally spews out a quiet sassy comment. he’s so passive aggressive. as you ask him what he said, he turns to you with the most innocent face ever and says, “nothing, darling!🫶” (lies,,)

•you know how elmo got passive aggressive if rocko and susie? that is wally, elmo is wally..

•if sally walks up to you guys, wally will legit glare at her and be like, “hello sally.” and just eyeing her. like WALLY??? are you okay? 😭

•he can get SO desperate for you to stay with him, he comes up with every excuse in the book. he’s on the brink of grabbing you and just running away. he’s very on the verge of going on his knees of begging.

•he’s honestly like a dog who cannot live without your attention for a second. it makes everyone else so confused, like why is wally being so clingy to you?

•if you ever notice the snarky comments he’s been making and call him out on it. he apologizes and comes up with an excuse. that he was stressed; whatnot.. well,, it wasn’t a lie.

•if anything he’s starting to envy his friends, which is something he wouldn’t want to happen. but, if they keep taking him away from him. sometimes he just gets frustrated. you’re his bff!

•just as things start to get great, someone has to swoop on in and snatch you. he wants you to look at him and him only at times.

•hell, he even getz a bit jealous of barnaby! his other bff, even if you both hang out with him, he still gets a bit jealous.

•as he is left there alone as you go help howdy with his shop, he just thinks to himself. why can’t you stay by him? you’re supposed to be friends, the best of friends! doesn’t howdy have four arms? what did he need help with? it should be him getting attention from you, its just not fair. why?

•he literally is on the verge of breaking down as he goes back to home miserably. wally legit starts ranting again to home, what is he doing wrong? he rants a lot to the point where tears of frustration are clouding his eyes. why is he upset over you? no, you were his best friend, he had every right to be mad.

•just as he kept ranting, his telephone rang. it was you!

•finally you were able to give him at least some attention, and he could hear your lovely voice.. (attention starved i swear,,)

•you apologize to him for leaving, that stuff was just getting busier, but then offered to hang out with him.

•of course he said yes!! he felt excited, but it dawned on him. how was he going to keep you to himself? where it was just you and him.

•simple, just be stern.

•this time, he was going to keep you right, beside him. :)

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“again, i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately. its as if i’m just a celebrity here, huh?” you chuckled, it was a normal day. sunny, nice, and it was just you and wally. walking around, trying to find something to do.

“hah, you could say that.. it’s okay though, y/n. i’m just glad we have time together. especially now.” wally hummed in happiness, he wouldn’t lie. he was really happy. you sighed and nodded, you couldn’t but feel bad.

it was if you kept leaving wally behind, so you might as well give him some time too, right?

“yeah, me too. i’ll try to be around you more, of course if you want it.”

wally wanted it, definitely, it was like he couldn’t live without even talking to you for a day.

“mhm, i’d very much like that.” he nodded, finally some time to be alone with just you. no one else.

“i’ve been feeling bad for just leaving you by yourself, and..” you sighed and shook your head, clearly thinking as wally looked at you.

“wally i really want to have more time with you. thanks for being understanding about this whole thing.. don’t get me wrong, i like how your friends are so welcoming!” wally winced at the “welcoming” part, if anything they were too welcoming. but he listened on.

“it’s just.. sometimes they leave me barely any time to just hang out with you, you know? and for sure in the future, i’ll be sure to give you some attention.” you said in confidence, seemingly determined as you grabbed his hands.

which made wally a bit taken back, wow.. did you really felt this determined to make it up to him? he felt so happy at this fact and held your hands back.

“well, thank you.. y/n. i know it’s out of your control, since you are so exciting to be around. i guess people can’t help themselves but be around you.” he huffed jokingly.

“you’re a good friend though, y/n. i really appreciate you being this considerate.” wally smiled at you, which made you feel a bit better about the whole situation. you hummed and shook both of his hands, then let go. despite wally’s disappointment.

“yeah, of course! don’t wanna make you feel left out.. hey, you wanna go?—“ as you were about to finish your question, both of you heard julie. much to wally’s dismay.

again?

“heyyyy y/n! hiya wally!” julie hummed as she skipped over to both of you. wally glared at her ever so slightly as he looked at you, you were smiling. maybe out of kindness? manners?

he felt his heart sink a bit, “oh, hi julie! what’s up?” you greeted as wally stared directly at julie. if she even tried to steal you away this time..

“sooo, uhm, i need some help with something.” she sighed as she poked your cheek lightly, seemingly a bit shy.

“uhm, what is it?” you asked, wally kept looking at julie. practically serving knives right into her, as bad it would make him feel afterwards. he couldn’t just have you go away, not again, not now. you were his today. nothing was going to change that. home even agreed that you should give wally more time!

as wally begged internally for you to not go away again, julie explained her situation.

“so, i was gonna do this surprise for poppy, but i really need some help with some suggestions. could you—?” as julie was about to continue, wally quickly grabbed your hand and tugged you close.

“ah, sorry, julie! y/n’s a bit busy with me today, why don’t you ask someone else?” wally asked, if you listened close enough you could almost hear the passive aggressiveness. you and julie were both startled as wally basically held you. he smiled his usual smile, keeping you close. and tight. to him, you weren’t going anywhere without him.

“uhm, but it’ll only take a bit, i swear!—“ wally quickly shot her down and glared at her, his smile slightly faltering. “ask someone else. they promised to stay with me, right y/n?” wally said sternly. he looked at you, you were a bit taken back. a little flustered, yet confused.

“uhm, well, i did..” you mumbled back, you were a bit taken back as well. she seemed to be a bit scared and pitiful. “oh, uh, okay.. sorry for bothering you two. my bad!” she sighed and gave you both a pity smile, as if she was a bit embarrassed.

“it’s fine— uhm,” wally let go of your hand and smiled at you, “anyways, what place were you going to say, y/n?” you paused and looked at julie. feeling a bit bad as she looked around, backing up a bit.

“uh, that one cafe i talked about a couple days ago! remember?.” you stammered out, wally nodded and smiled at you. “lead the way then!”

you paused and nodded, mouthing a sorry to julie as you tugged on wally’s cardigan. motioning for him to follow you, you started to walk after you did so. thinking of how weird the interaction you just had.

wally lingered a bit and whispered to julie up close, “sorry julie.. but they’re mine.” he smiled at her, the way he mumbled to her made her confused. a bit embarrassed as well. what did he mean by that, you can’t just..

“for today at least, you know how it is.” wally winked and walked away, julie looked at him. a bit confused, no really confused. is wally okay? why was he being rude? she sighed sorrowfully and made her way, maybe someone else could help her.

you looked back a bit as you were paused in your steps, what did wally say to julie that made her run away? you felt really bad for that encounter, why would wally do that?

wally caught up to you and took your hand, “sorry if i was a bit.. stern to julie. she just.. needed to back off a bit, you know?” he assured you, you looked at him with confusion.

but you nodded, holding his hand back. “uh, you’re right.. i did promise you that i was yours today. huh?” you asked him. you decided to try to least not be too tense today at least. it was the least you could do for wally.

he nodded and kept his grip on your hand tight enough. adoring at the statement you recalled.

yes, you were his today.

and no one was going to change that.

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•over the whole time this is happening he becomes more clingy, more around you. to the point where he just drags you along with him.

•he’s dismissive of his other friends at times too, he focus all on you. he waves eddie off and just listens on what you have to say. which does make him a bit more distant from the neighbors.

•even over the time, he gets more jealous and slightly more convictive, snarky, and just overall mean. in fact if you didn’t reprimand him for those comments he could’ve been way rude. it still makes him feel a bit bad too, those are also his friends. yet he’s just being rude. he can’t help it but feel annoyed though..

•he is trying to work on himself be less rude, to the point where he went to you and talked about it.

•you, being an understanding person thankfully, offered to help him out. make him less tense, jealous, and whatnot.

•and with your help, he does get better with his jealousy issues too! which makes him glad, it def gets him out of his delulu arc too.

•at times though, the thought of jealousy comes up.

•even if he tries to calm down, he can’t help but feel it. the emotions spring up at times.

•wally is still jealous nonetheless, and even if it is an ugly thing. it won’t go away for him. he just appreciates you so much, that’s what friends do, right?

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ackjjj,, okay went a bit overboard ngl. but writing a jealous wally is just fun ! (￣▽￣)

thanks to anon for givin me some stuff to work with too, you got some good writing ideas!!(•̀ᴗ•́)و

yet again; sorry for posting this one later than usual! days are getting a little busy for me, but i’m definitely trying to get all of these requests done!

i also realized how much traction my clumsy and silly reader fic is gettin too, so thanks for that! i’m glad my writing is getting somewhere,,´･ᴗ･`

love y’all!!

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My super late contribution for @thefreakandthehair Lex's spring challenge, using the prompt daisies! I caught writer's block pretty bad and wasn't able to finish this on time - honestly, I got to a point where I just couldn't stand looking at it, so I set it aside for its own good. So glad I finally caught the bug to finish it, because I'm really happy with it! <3

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Eddie isn't one to get jealous. He didn't really grow up with a lot, he learned to care for the things he had, and his mom taught him that being jealous only made you feel like shit in the long run. Sure he's wanted things before, has coveted things that other people had, but jealousy. 

Jealousy is a whole other monster, something he wasn't familiar with until he caught feelings for one Steve Harrington. 

It wasn’t something that happened immediately. Eddie spent a solid four months getting to know Steve after the younger had carried him out of actual, literal hell. The boy had opened up his home to Eddie once they’d been released from the hospital, and they’ve spent countless hours together since.

Watching movies and talking and just helping take care of each other - something they’d almost been forced into when they realized that neither could reach their arms above their heads without pulling at their sides, their matching bat bites tugging and aching, and Steve completely unable to reach the road rash marring his back.

They fell into a routine that settled warm in Eddie’s soul, and every day became something to look forward to. No matter how bad his day was - and there were plenty of bad days - he knew that he had Steve, that at the end of it he could count on crawling into bed with someone who helped chase the nightmares off, who helped ease the pain just a little.

When he eventually moved back in with Wayne - once his name was cleared and his scars finally manageable on his own - it felt like he’d left part of himself behind. Moving out wasn’t something he had to do, but he felt like he’d needed to. He didn’t want to be a bother to Steve any more, didn’t want to take up space any more than he already had.

He didn’t realize something had changed until they had a bit of distance between them, until he was crawling into a cold bed all by himself, until he was forced awake by vivid nightmares. It didn’t take long for Eddie to be struck by the knowledge that the reason he misses Steve so much, the reason why being away from the younger boy is physically painful, is that he-

Eddie grew up hearing people talk about crushes and butterflies, has heard his friends go on about the people they like, but he's never actually felt that himself. He's never had that nervous, fluttering sensation, or the swooping feeling that Jeff described when he met his current girlfriend. 

Over the years he's managed to brush off inquiries about his own love life, spinning it around to the people that he’s fooled around with, because apparently sexual attraction is something he has no problem feeling or understanding. No, that was something he figured out pretty quickly. 

He's had no problem finding people to sleep with, whether it be in Hawkins or in the bigger city an hour or so away. He learned that he doesn't have a preference when it comes to sex, that he just leans towards pretty people who seem like they might be a little bratty in bed, regardless of whether they're a guy or a girl. He likes feeling good and making others feel good and for years that's been enough. 

Until Steve.

He's been attracted to Steve for a while - a couple of years now, if he’s being honest with himself - though it's hard not to be when the guy won the fucking good gene lottery. His eyes, his mouth, those irresistible little moles and freckles scattered across his skin like stars. Eddie’s always thought he was pretty, even back when he had a shit personality, but now- 

Now that he knows what Steve is like when he’s protecting the people he cares about, when he wakes up shaking from a nightmare, when he just gets to be his genuine, goofball self without worry, well.

It took Eddie by surprise the first time he felt that swooping sensation in his gut, exactly the way Jeff had explained it to him. The fact that it was preceded by one of Steve’s blinding, sunshine smiles being directed straight at him helped the final pieces snap into place, and the completed puzzle laid before him could only spell out the realization of holy shit, I like Steve.

The feeling hasn’t dulled a bit in the two months since his epiphany, and he almost regrets that he hadn’t felt it sooner, back when he was living with Steve, back when he might have had a chance. 

Because now Eddie is jealous. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance with Steve now, because unfortunately, the younger boy seems to have his sights set on someone else. 

He doesn’t know exactly when Steve met her, but it’s been about a month since Eddie first heard this new crush mentioned in quiet conversation between Steve and Robin. It became pretty commonplace for Eddie to catch her name coming from one mouth or the other, and now. 

Just hearing the name Daisy makes Eddie's skin crawl with envy, especially because the two always stop talking about her when Eddie gets close. It’s like they don't want him to hear anything about this mystery girl, like they know he holds some sort of grudge against someone he’s never even met before.

It’s a stupid thought, but one he can’t shake, especially because it keeps happening, hushed conversations quickly cutting off the moment he’s within earshot. Eddie is beyond frustrated, but he keeps his mouth shut, knows it isn’t really his place to be upset about something that isn’t any of his business.

The night that shit finally hits the fan, they’re having a movie night with just the three of them, just Robin, Steve, and Eddie himself. 

Everyone else is busy - something not out of the ordinary with their ragtag bunch - and Eddie shows up a little earlier than they had agreed on. He doesn't think they know he's arrived, he can hear voices still flowing from the kitchen as he closes the front door behind him and heads deeper into the house.

" -don’t know why you keep putting it off! Just ask Daisy out already!" 

Eddie freezes just outside the doorway to the kitchen. He shouldn’t be listening, he knows that it will only make the ache in his chest worse, but he can’t bring himself to take those final steps to join them as Steve responds back.

“Come on, Robin, how many times are we gonna talk about this? I'm not- There's no way Daisy likes me like that."

“Well, I think you’re a self-sabotaging idiot, because you’re clearly wrong. Daisy is totally into you!”

A soft sigh. “Just… What if I’m not wrong? It could ruin everything between us, and I don’t want to lose Daisy because of my dumb feelings.”

“Steve…”

Eddie feels his heart sinking at the hopelessness in Steve’s voice, and decides he’s officially done listening to them talk about this. He steps into the room as casually as possible and they both go quiet - fucking again - as he says “Hey guys! What’s up?”  

Robin looks at Steve and makes a face that Eddie can’t decipher, and Steve shakes his head. The look on her face shifts into something determined and Steve goes a little pale as she turns to Eddie and says "Hey, Eddie! Perfect timing! Maybe you can help us figure something out?”

“Rob-”

Eddie shrugs as he goes into the fridge and grabs one of the sodas Steve keeps around for the kids. “Uh, sure, I can try.”

“Okay! So there's this girl Steve likes and he refuses to ask her out because he thinks she isn't interested in him!"

Eddie does his best to be nonchalant as he pops the tab on the can. "Is she?"

Robin and Steve reply at the same time, their "Yes!" and "No!" overlapping and leaving Eddie blinking as he processes their reactions. He makes a decision and turns to Robin, says "How do you know she likes him?"

Robin instantly looks smug and she leans in closer, almost conspiratorially. "She's not super obvious about it, but I've been watching! Any time she comes into the shop, she always leans against the counter and plays with her hair, and she gets this dopey look on her face whenever he isn’t looking at her.”

The swig of soda Eddie takes turns to ash in his mouth, and he swallows roughly as he turns to Steve, forcing himself to say “I dunno, man. Sounds to me like she’s pretty interested in you.”

Robin looks at Steve, a clear I told you so on her features that even Eddie can read. Steve pushes a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that makes Eddie want to take the hand in his own and hold it, to help sooth whatever worry Steve has. 

“I just don’t know. We don’t really like a lot of the same things, and I- I worry that she would get bored with me after a while.”

“Do you and Robin share everything in common? Do you like exactly the same things?”

The younger two blink at each other before Steve gives a hesitant “No, we don't,” and Eddie shrugs. 

“But you're still important to each other. Sometimes what makes you different only makes your relationship stronger. If this girl is worth anything, then you’ll both find a way to make your differences work.”

He points between himself and Steve. "Like us. You don't mind listening to me talk about D&D stuff, and you're the only person besides Wayne who can get me to sit and watch a sports game, because we care about each other's interests."

That little bit of advice feels like a big thing, especially when Steve looks at Eddie like he's shown him how to hang stars in the fucking sky. The wonder shining directly at him is a lot, it makes his heart thud behind his ribs, and he's thankful when it quickly fades into a soft smile.

Steve's response is a gentle “Okay. Okay, yeah, you're right. I’ll ask her out. Thanks, Eddie,” and even though he'd seen it coming, Eddie’s heart breaks. He shrugs it off, says "Yeah, of course, man. Let's uh, let's watch this movie, yeah?"

*

The rest of the night is - not tense, but there’s definitely something in the air that wasn’t there before. Eddie leaves almost as soon as the movie is over, brushing off Steve’s offer to stay the night in favor of heading back home to wrap himself in his blanket and think about exactly what he’s gotten himself into.

He knows that he can’t be around to see how this unfolds, to see Steve being sweet with some girl. He knows that the jealousy, this unfamiliar creature, will eat him alive from the inside out. Especially because he hasn’t seen Steve like this before. 

Usually Steve’s interest in a girl sparks and fades pretty quickly, a bright flash in the pan of his affections. The fact that he’s been hung up on this girl for a whole month - at least a month, he doesn’t actually know if it’s been longer - is actually a big deal.

No, Eddie can’t be around to see Steve’s courtship or whatever the fuck he’s going to try with Daisy. Instead he does something he’s not proud of and makes himself scarce, just running away from his problems again. 

Whenever Steve calls him to make plans, Eddie makes himself unavailable. He’s helping Wayne with something, or he’s hanging out with Gareth or Jeff, and he stops going by Family Video entirely. The only time he sees Steve is when they cross paths at the D&D sessions the kids roped him into running, and even then, Eddie manages to keep the interaction as brief as possible.

It works for a solid two weeks, until one Thursday afternoon, he finds Robin on the other side of his front door.

“I’m having a crisis. Can I come in?”

Eddie blinks and barely gets out a “Yeah, sure,” before she’s pushing past him and moving to sit on the nearby couch. He follows and takes the opposite end, one leg folded underneath him as he sits sideways, and she turns to face him.

“So, what’s your crisis, Birdie?”

“My crisis is that you’re avoiding Steve, and it’s making him upset.”

Oh. He hadn’t- no, okay, he had kind of been expecting this to be about Steve, but he hadn’t expected her to come right out and say it.

“I’m not avoiding him.”

“Oh, so he’s just going around being mopey and saying that you won’t hang out with him for absolutely no reason at all?”

Eddie gives a half-hearted shrug and leans into the back of the couch. “I don't always have to hang out with you guys, you know. I have other friends, other things to worry about. Besides, I thought he would be too busy with Daisy to even realize I was- not around as much.”

Robin’s eyes narrow, and for a brief moment Eddie knows just what it feels like to be a bug pinned to a display, laid out for someone to see to the very core of him. “Well, that’s also why I’m here. He’s tried asking her out but she keeps dodging the question, and things keep popping up that keep her from saying yes. I wanted to ask if you had any advice?”

Eddie punches down the glee that begins to bubble up and tries to be cool as he responds “You’re going to ask the guy who’s never been on a date for dating advice? For Steve Harrington?”

“You’ve been on dates! You’ve mentioned people you’ve been out with!”

“Yeah, to fuck, Robin. There was no actual dating involved.”

Robin flaps her hands a little in dismissal. “Okay, well just- Humor me for a second here. How do you think he should ask her out? Because obviously whatever he’s trying isn’t working.”

Eddie doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to give Steve’s best friend advice on how he should ask out some girl, when all he wants is to have the younger boy all to himself. He wants to be selfish, to deny her request and send her on her way. 

Unfortunately, Steve's happiness seems to be his priority, even if it means he finds that happiness with someone else.

“Well, has he asked her out or has he asked her to hang out?”

“What’s the difference?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, motherfucking hell. “Okay, so like, I personally wouldn’t know if someone was asking me out unless they said it outright. ‘Hey, I like you and want to take you on a date, will you go out with me?’ If he’s just asking her to hang out then she may not realize he means it as a date, so he needs to be blunt.”

Robin blinks before she hums in understanding. “That makes a lot of sense, actually. If you- If she's never been on a date, then she wouldn't be familiar with the signs of romantic interest as opposed to purely sexual interest. So he should say it outright."

"Exactly."

"That actually does help, surprisingly. Thanks, Eddie."

"Glad my lack of experience could be of service to you, Birdie. Anything else I can help you with on this fine Thursday evening?"

She bites her lip, suddenly nervous, and Eddie almost regrets asking. “Just- do me a favor; when Steve asks you to hang out again, say yes, okay?”

Eddie can’t hold in his grimace as he says “And be forced to listen to him go on about his new girl? Yeah, no thanks.”

Robin goes completely silent and when he looks up at her, she's giving him that pointed stare again. 

"Eddie-" Oh no. "-are you jealous?"

He scoffs and cuts his eyes away from Robin, unable to look at her as he says "There's nothing to be jealous of, Robin."

“Oh, yeah, so you’re totally cool about Steve going out with Daaaisyyyy?”

His face must do something involuntarily, because Robin lets out a squeal and reaches across the short distance to slap him on the leg, a reaction that isn't uncommon for her but something that still takes Eddie by surprise every time.

“Fucking ow!”

“Holy shit, you like Steve! I knew it! I mean, I had my suspicions, but you totally fucking do, don’t you?”

Eddie shakes his head, pushes his hands into his hair and tugs slightly to release some of his quickly building anxiety.

“Nope, no, we’re not going to talk about this.”

“But Eddie-”

“Robin! Steve is literally in the process of trying to ask out some girl! My feelings don’t even factor into this situation, so fucking drop it!” He knows he being mean, but he can’t stop himself from snapping as he stares Robin down, as he watches the expression on her face shift- 

It’s like she’s just realized something terrible, something absolutely horrific, and she immediately backs off with a soft “Sorry…”

Eddie sighs and slumps into the couch, drags his hands down and presses his palms into his eyes until he sees spots. The silence between them is heavy for a moment before he feels Robin moving closer, and he finds himself suddenly wrapped in a hug. He leans into her, lets her hold him for a moment as she asks “What are you doing Saturday?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware.”

“Steve is on a closing shift, and I’m off. Maybe I could come over and we could watch something? Something weird that only we would like. As an apology for being pushy.”

The metalhead hums in consideration. “You have to bring the movie and the snacks.”

Robin just laughs and nods. “Yeah, deal.”

*

Eddie feels a little better over the next two days. Having someone else know, even if he didn’t really confirm it, leaves him feeling a bit lighter. He’s not worried about Robin telling Steve, he trusts her not to expose his feelings like that, and he finds himself really looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with the girl.

The knock sounds on the door half an hour earlier than Eddie expected, and he yells out a “Just a second!” as he quickly pulls his hair up into a loose ponytail. He’s freshly showered after doing a little work on his old van, and he’s dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt that he had swiped from Steve’s place - Robin’s sweatshirt, actually, if the ‘HHS Marching Band’ scrawled across the front is any indication.

“You’re early, Birdie! I thought we said-”

His sentence dies off as he opens the door to find Steve fucking Harrington on the other side. 

This is- It’s very much unexpected, and not the social encounter Eddie had been preparing himself for tonight, especially when Steve looks like actual perfection in a polo that hugs his arms and chest just right and brings out the greens in his hazel eyes.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve takes a breath, and Eddie gets the sense that he’s nervous, but why-

“I know that you’re expecting Robin, and I’m sorry for just springing this on you, but- Will you go out with me? On a date- a romantic date. Robin said you had planned for a movie night so I brought-” 

He lifts a hand and Eddie’s eyes cut down to see a bag clenched in one, and in the other a bouquet of red daisies that make Eddie’s heart stop. 

“I brought The Evil Dead and The Thing, and I uh, I made that pasta you like, literally pulled it off the stove before I came over.”

He’s looking at Eddie expectantly, but there’s so much to process and nothing makes sense, and Eddie can’t- He doesn’t -

“I don’t- I don’t understand what’s happening right now. You- You’re-”

Steve’s expression goes soft and he nods towards the trailer. “Can I come in?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just steps back so Steve can come inside, and watches as he sets the bag on the counter but keeps his hold on the flowers. Eddie closes the door behind them and asks “I thought you were working tonight?”

“Yeah, uhm. Robin took my shift so I could come over. She told me- And I had to-”

Steve pushes his free hand through his hair and Eddie waits, watches as he builds up the courage to-

“I like you, Eddie, I have for months. I think about you all the time, and I hate that you don’t live with me anymore, and I can’t- I thought I was being obvious about it, but I was wrong, so now I’m being blunt because apparently that’s what it’s going to take.”

Steve offers the bouquet to him, pushes it into the space between them, and Eddie’s eyes snap to the flowers as he gives a weak “But what- what about Daisy? You been talking to Robin about her for weeks, so-”

“Eddie, you’re Daisy."

He- What?

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn’t just talk about my feelings for you in the open. I never knew who would be around, if it would be safe, so I uh, I came up with a code name for you. It was actually Robin’s idea, but that’s probably not surprising. But, yeah. You're Daisy, I like you and I want- I want to be your boyfriend, Eddie. If that's what you want too?"

Eddie’s heart is racing. He almost can’t believe what Steve is saying, he actually-?

“I’ve never liked someone before.”

Steve blinks at Eddie’s admission, and the older continues before he loses the last of his nerve.

“You’re literally the first person I’ve ever liked, and I thought- For a long time I thought I was broken, that there might be something wrong with me, because having sex was never an issue but crushes and romance felt like an alien fucking concept. And then I spent four months getting to know you, the four best months of my entire life, and I realized that holy shit, I think I love Steve, and it’s-”

Eddie takes a breath, trying to steady himself as he takes in Steve’s wide-eyed expression. 

“No one told me how fucking terrifying it is, how big it feels, how mean it can make you. Every time I even heard the name Daisy I wanted to dig my nails into something and tear, because I didn’t want you to think about her, I wanted-”

He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until Steve steps into his space and reaches out, one big hand moving to grab his wrist, something that instantly helps ground him, and the other gently cupping his jaw.

“There is no girl, Eddie. Baby, sunshine. There’s just you, only you.”

And Eddie feels like he’s going to collapse. He jerks forward, arms wrapping around Steve and face pushing into the crook of his neck, and he’s grateful when Steve lets it happen, when he pulls Eddie close and just holds him, letting everything sink in.

His eventual “Yes,” is muffled by the fabric of Steve’s shirt, and the younger hums in question. Eddie pulls back so he can look at Steve properly as he clarifies. “You asked me out on a date, and you said you want to be my boyfriend, if that’s what I want. And yes, fuck yes, that’s what I want, Stevie.”

Steve beams at him, another one of those sunshine smiles that warms Eddie from the inside out. He watches as Steve pulls away and stoops to grab the flowers - he must have dropped them in his haste to comfort Eddie - and offers them a second time. Eddie takes them with a soft smile, can’t help but jibe “You know I don’t have a vase for these, right?” and Steve shrugs.

“We can trim them down, put them in one of the mugs. Vases are overrated anyway.”

Eddie laughs in agreement and sets out to do just that. He feels light as air as he and Steve move around the little kitchen, Eddie tending to the bouquet as Steve dishes out the pasta he brought into a couple of bowls.

It’s so nice. It’s just like when they were living together, the easy harmony that they had coming back to them so naturally, but now with a different undertone. Now, Steve touches his waist as he passes by, he lets Eddie lean into him, lets their fingers brush meaningfully as he hands over Eddie’s food. 

They eat right there at the counter, shoulders brushing as Steve talks about what happened yesterday at work, as Eddie recounts last night's D&D session with the kids. Eddie can’t stop smiling, he feels like fucking giggling, and Steve isn’t much better off, his eyes full of stars as he listens to Eddie talk.

Their first kiss tastes like red sauce and pasta, and Eddie is so unprepared for how it is to kiss someone when there are actual feelings involved. It only reinforces the buzz in the back of his mind, that distinct impression of home that he gets whenever he's around Steve.

They eventually end up on the couch, Eddie mostly in Steve's lap and arms wrapped around each other, and Eddie’s never felt so utterly content. 

They’re most of the way through The Thing when he tips his head up so he can look at Steve with a soft “So, I gotta ask… Of all the ‘secret code names’ you could have chosen for me, why Daisy?”

And Steve flushes. He looks away, and Eddie can feel him lacing their fingers together as he speaks.

“Don’t laugh, but uh, when I was little, my babysitter used to take me to the nearby park all the time. I was a pretty rambunctious kid, so it was a normal thing for us. One day we were walking to the park, and I saw that there was a daisy growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. I’d never seen something like that before, and I thought it was so cool, so I showed it to my babysitter. 

"She said ‘You know, sometimes people are like this daisy. Life puts them in a hard spot, and they think they won't ever be able to grow. But some daisies are stubborn, and make the choice to grow anyway.' And that’s what you are, Eddie. A stubborn little daisy, still growing despite the hard circumstances around you. That's why I picked it.”

He finally looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze and frowns, says a soft “Oh, baby,” as he reaches out and wipes at the tears building in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie grabs the hand and holds it to his cheek as he blinks back the waterworks, and he just feels so much-

“I fucking love you, Steve Harrington. I know it’s probably way too early to say that, but god, I need you to know that someone loves you.”

And Steve melts. That’s the only way Eddie can put it, his boyfriend - and god, what a crazy thing to even think - goes completely gooey as he leans in and presses his forehead to Eddie’s.

“After all the shit we’ve been through, I think we’re allowed to do things a little early, yeah? And, just so there’s no more confusion, I love you too.” 

*

A year later finds Eddie slowly pulled to consciousness, gently guided by the morning sunshine streaming in from a nearby window. It takes a moment for his sleepy brain to wake up, to register the feeling of Steve pressing feather-light kisses to the cluster of daisies that decorate the back of Eddie’s shoulder. He hums softly in approval and can almost feel Steve smile as he mutters “Morning, Daisy Bell,” against sleep-warmed skin.

Eddie huffs a laugh and turns just enough to capture Steve’s mouth with his own, morning breath be damned. 

“Mornin’, buttercup.”

#this took too long for how short it is tbh #i did do some research on demiromanticism #but this is based more around story flow than accuracy #so it may not be a super realistic depiction #lexsspringfanworkschallenge #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes #free cookie for anyone who can pinpoint the line that had me giggling like a fucking maniac lol

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For the dialogue prompts steddie #14

Ask, and you shall receive :) from the dialogue prompts found here

14. “I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me?”

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Steve couldn't believe he had agreed to this. He was in hell, for sure. Steve would take the Upside Down over being back here in Hawkins High. But he just couldn't say no to Robin. He had begun to think it was near impossible to say no to her. Especially when her voice got raspy and sad, and she did that fucking head tilt.

Steve honestly wasn't sure how Rob hadn't managed to get laid yet. She was charming when she didn't try. Steve wasn't even remotely attracted to her, the girl was his sister at this point, and yet she had managed to make him melt repeatedly. The only people who had managed to make him cave without romantic feelings involved were the kids, so she had to have some sort of game.

Still, Steve can't believe he gave in to the prom.

Robin had wanted to go so badly, though, which had surprised him. Very conformist of Robin, but Steve understood the need to fit in, even in your last moments. And Robin had told him if she didn't get to go with who she really wanted, if she didn't get to go with a girl, she wanted to go with her best friend. So sue him; he caved and went to prom with her.

"I'm not wearing a tie." He had told her.

He was wearing a fucking tie. Purple to match her dress.

The only thing that made it better was Eddie was stuck with him in his misery.

"Look at them." Eddie nodded to the dancefloor from his seat. Apparently, Eddie's weak point had been Nancy, of all people. And he wasn't even attracted to her (he'd insisted on the matter, in fact. And considering his own friendship with Robin, he was inclined to believe him). They had become weird friends over the past few months. So much so that Eddie came to the one place he swore would only see him for graduation. Steve had to admire Eddie's commitment to the friendship.

Steve was also pretty sure Eddie was terrified to say no to Nancy.

Steve looked in the direction Eddie pointed at. There, in the middle of the dancefloor, were Robin and Nancy giggling, dancing like maniacs. Ironically, maniac was playing.

Steve's early tension eased a bit at the sight. If Steve coming had gotten Robin to smile like that, it was worth the bad memories that came with the school gym.

"How long before Nance makes a move on her, you think?"

Eddie raised his eyebrows, and looked taken aback by Steve's question. "Bold to assume they are into each other, Harrington."

Steve snorted, "Not really. I know you know about Robs, so it's not like I'm outing her. Wouldn't do that. And sure, Nancy hasn't said anything. But I dated her for over a year. I know what she looks like when she's in love with someone."

"Aaah yes, the star-crossed lovers of Hawkins High. How could I forget about the lovebirds."

Steve looked at Eddie across the table, "No she never looked at me like that. I meant Jonathan."

"Oh," Eddie whispered. Steve wasn't hurt by the assumption; he was past that. Well, he was trying to be. He didn't love Nance like that anymore, but the way it ended had left its mark.

Steve felt a bit of envy as he looked at the two girls, now slow dancing. He wanted that. To dance with someone like no one was watching. To hold someone. He never got that.

"I think probably soon, to answer your question from earlier. I'm a little jealous, I have to admit. No one bats an eye at two girls dancing."

Steve wrinkled his nose in confusion, "What, you not gonna dance Munson?"

It was Eddie's turn to snort. "Um, no, Steve. I've never done it, and even if I could, the ladies aren't really who I would want to dance with. Believe it or not, my time with the bats was a one-off. I prefer to be alive, and this town wouldn't take too kindly to my dance partner preferences.

Steve's heart stuttered for a moment. Something ignited in his chest. Something that couldn't be confused with anything other than hope. "What?"

Eddie stared for a second, "Dude. I'm gay."

"No I got that. It's just, you've never danced with someone? Like ever?"

Eddie laughed, "C'mon man don't be surprised."

Steve suddenly stood up and extended his hand. "C'mon."

"Harrington, did you not hear a word I just said. Besides, I'm not going to give these assholes a show."

Steve let out an exasperated sigh, "Look, I know you’re the president of the Anti-Social Club, but why don’t you join me? I have an idea, and I promise nothing bad will happen to you on my watch.”

Eddie hesitated but grabbed Steve's hand. Eddie was stiff as Steve dragged him from his seat.

Steve walked them through the double doors of the gymnasium and out into the hallway. Eddie let out a confused yelp. "What—where are we going, Steve?"

"Just trust me."

Eddie stayed silent the rest of the way until they reached O'Donnell's classroom. "Are you seriously taking back here? Is this a joke?"

"No, I just know she's the only teacher who doesn't lock her door. C'mon." Steve walked Eddie inside the room and shut the door. Luckily, the desks had all been stacked and pushed to the sides of the room, so there was plenty of open space for his plan.

"Okay, so, put your hands around my neck. We are going to do this the easy way instead of the traditional way."

"Ooo, kinky Stevie. Didn't know you were into that." Eddie listened anyway and threw his arms over Steve's shoulders, connecting his hands at the base of Steve's neck.

A blush spread over Steve's face. "Shut up. You knew what a meant."

Eddie gave his first genuine laugh of the night in response.

Steve placed his hands on Eddie's hips. He took a moment to collect himself before proceeding. Steve could feel the warmth of Eddie's hips through the fabric of his black button-up. It was thrilling to be able to feel him this way. Steve had always imagined him to be cold, but he was pleasantly surprised by the outcome. It fit Eddie to be warm; the man was a ball of sunshine despite his outward appearance.

After a moment, Steve started to sway them back and forth. "Move with me, Munson. There is no one around."

Eddie obeyed easily. "Ya know, when you claimed me the president of the anti-social club, I thought, ya know, we were going to be social."

"You are being social, Eddie, just being social with me. Besides, you want me to stop?"

Eddie whispered, "No. It's nice." Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve's as they continued to sway.

Steve began to hum under his breath. The music from the gym was too far away to make out any sort of beat. He decided to make his own music, just for Eddie.

Eddie giggled, "Are you humming 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac right now?" He rubbed his thumbs against the nape of Steve's neck.

Chills went down Steve's spine at the contact. He would have to remember to thank Robin later on for dragging him to prom, for giving him this moment. "Yea, you got a problem with that?" Steve's tone wasn't mean but scratchy and raw. Vulnerable. He didn't want to do anything to break the moment.

"It's perfect," Eddie said as he looked directly into Steve's eyes.

"Good." Steve brushed his lips against Eddie's. Then he sang in a whisper against his mouth,

"It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams/And have you any dreams you'd like to sell?"

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This was a cute one to write; thanks for the prompt. hope it lives up to what you wanted :)

Sorry if this feels rushed; I accidentally posted it before it was finished at first, so I panicked to go back and made the final edits.

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[tammyjackson50-blog]

Eddie gets jealous because of your ex-boyfriend

Eddie and you decided to go to your place to hang out after you finished school for the day.

You were in your bedroom, Eddie was on your laptop watching YouTube videos, while you were laying on your bed, watching tiktok videos and doing nothing.

"Babe, can I borrow a t-shirt from you? I accidentally spilled water on myself" He turned the chair so he faced you." Sure, there's one of your Hellfire t-shirts in my closet." He stood up and opened the closet.

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You noticed after a while that he is still looking for the shirt. " Eddie, I don't have a lot of shirts with the Hellfire logo on them, what's taking you so long? "

he didn't respond .

You got up and walked to the closet, "Eddie? What are you doing- Hey,hey,hey, don't make a mess here!" He was sitting on the floor, looking through your old stuff from junior high school. " Y/n, you used to do well in math, what happened since then? " He laughed holding one of your old math exam that you had kept. " Oh, shut up, at least I'm only going to graduate school once in my life and not twice, unlike someone I know. " "Sensitive topic, baby" he remarked as he threw his Hellfire shirt on you, and you laughed. You sat down next to him and joined him, exploring your old box of memories together.

" Take a look at this small photo album I made " He took the album from your hand and looked at the pictures inside.

" Is that Steve in the picture? Wow, I forgot you guys know each other for so long" he said. " Yeah, he was like a big brother and he still is, I think that was before we all became friends, right? " You tried to remember when you and your friends first became a group like you are now days. like, when did Eddie and Robin start hanging out with us and when we introduced them to the kids… until Eddie cuts your thoughts off. " Y/n… is that… Patrick? " he asked, pointing to the photo he was staring at, it was a picture of you and Patrick hugging. " eh.. yeah, as you can see.. " he looked at you confused. " Why on earth would you hug him? Were you friends back then? Well, that's a bit funny and..weird " he chuckled.

You scratched your head, starting to feel a little weird since you could see where this conversation was going. " Well, more like a couple... we were dating for a little while "

He stared at me, then back to the photo, then back at me again, oh God.. " what…Eddie why are you- " you were cut off by his laughter?

" what is so funny? " you took the photo out of his hands " Y/n baby, you two were dating? in what world ? " He looked at you while pretending that he's wiping away tears from his eyes from laughing. " Eddie, we really dated, I honestly expected you to react differently, but I'm not complaining." He stopped laughing and took the picture from your hand once again " what? are you serious? Y/n- him? out of all the guys in school you dated him? " He got upset, and I understand why. Patrick is one of Jason's friends, and they never really liked Eddie or the Hellfire guys, you know, a typical rich popular kids story is going on here, unfortunately. " Eddie, we weren't even friends when I was dating him, we broke up after I realized that he's not the best person in the world... he even told to me that he wouldn't do anything to anyone but... he's going after Jason like an idiot, just like Angela and her friends." He sighed " Why, you would prefer that I would've dated Jason instead? " You tried to make him laugh, but you just felt like you should stay quiet . " Yeah, that's exactly what I need to hear, my girl used to date Jason Carver, I already prefer Patrick " he laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling " Well, in this case, I prefer you " you said it teasingly. He continued to stare at the ceiling, but you could tell that he was trying not to smile because of your comment. you rest your head on his chest and look up at him.

( -> https://www.tonywodarck.com/blog/2019/1/16/kevin-amp-britney-rainy-day-in-home-session Hopfully it's okay that I'm using this photo ) " Poor thing, jealous of a guy I was dating in 9th grade for almost five months, do you need a hug? " he looks down at you, and you both laugh " okay, whatever you say, and I'm not damn jealous, he is the one who should be jealous, Why did he even break up with you? Is he stupid? " -" It sounds like you want us to get back together " he hit your head slightly - " And who said that he broke up from me, huh? I broke up from him, and also Steve didn't like him " " good for you and for Steve, great decision, proud of you " he said a bit sarcastically. You sat down and offered him your hand , he looked at your hand confusingly " what..? " he asked quietly " give me a high five " you said, and he actually high fived you " omg not really, come on get up you idiot " He took my hand in his, sat with his knees crossed, and looked at me. " Eddie, I want it to be clear, I love you and only you, okay? exes are from the past. I don't ask about your exes because I don't really care, well yeah maybe I asked about .. you know, so we are tie, but anyways, I know that you love me " he looked down " I know love, I know, I feel so dumb right now..sorry " - " you don't need to apologize, I kept this photo as a small memory of that time, not just because of him, sorry for makinf you feel like that ", he looked at you " it's fine, you don't need to explain it, that's your stuff, you do whatever you want, I'm sorry babe " you gave him his hellfire shirt " stop apologizing and change your shirt already " he takes the shirt "geez I forgot about the shirt" he took his shirt off and change it to the hellfire one "that was a nice view for a few seconds" you winked " Oh yes? Want to see the view again? " he said, not been serious at all " Don't get too carried away sweetie " you laugh.

Bonus:

You both spent the next hour going through your old stuff while listening to music.

Wow, look at what I found, "Y/n's secret diary" aww he opened the diary "Belongs to Y/n, 7th grade, please don't read, this is private" Mmm sounds interesting

- Yeah okay, now give it back to me I'm not giving it back to you - No, you are going give it back to me right now, Eddie! He raised his hand high that you had to jump to try to take it from him. I have the right to know who you had a crush on in seventh grade. - I can tell you that myself, it was Michael Levi okay, I was madly in love with him, I wrote about him almost every day in this diary... So, what do you care if I read a little bit? He flipped through a few pages in the diary until he found something " Dear diary, today I got just an 88 in math " He closed the diary and looked at you Wow, you got only an 88 in math? what a difficult childhood, my poor thing, are you okay? You giggled from embarrassment as he drew your head closer to his, and he hugged you. " how did you handle this at this young age babe? " - Don't laugh at me, it's a "sensitive topic" You both laughed.

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I hope that you enjoyed! yeah, it's not my best, I did'nt know how to end this, but I like the bonus part lol

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[litgwritersroom]

Hey guys! So my idea that I can’t get out of my head, can be wrote as you prefer but what if MC did leave instead of Meera? I know a lot of us players would have preferred to see that instead of how things turned out. I wanted to see what would be the aftermath of MC leaving because specially Suresh picking Arlo to make MC jealous how would he feel knowing MC left because he decided to go with someone else, or even Eddie… I’m curious. ☺️

I hope this inspire you guys in some way and thank you for all you do and if you do decide to answer this ❣️

look what you made me do

S5 | 2300+ words | @ellegreenwxy

MC is booted from the Villa in a 'shocking' turn of events. Time for some tearful hug's goodbye ... right?

“The girl I’m choosing to couple up with is…Meera.”

A gasp sounded from someone in the group but Hayden couldn’t quite pinpoint who it was. Quite frankly, she didn’t care. She wasn’t even surprised that she was leaving, she couldn’t imagine for the life of her why anyone else would be.

When Hayden had walked into the Villa that first day, she’d been hopeful. She’d honestly thought she might have had a chance at finding love again after having her heart shattered by her ex of nearly three years. Maybe it was a little silly of her to be so optimistic––it was reality television, after all, there was no guarantee she would even leave the Villa with her dignity intact––but she had been. 

Until she saw Suresh.

Laying eyes on her cheating ex-boyfriend when she was supposed to be entering her “summer of love” had felt like a slap to the face. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she had finally put herself back together and there he was, ready to shatter her all over again. It wasn’t fair that she’d been forced to couple up with him on that first day and stay coupled up with him. It wasn’t fair that all of her embarrassing baggage with him had made everyone else not want to touch her with a ten-foot pole. 

Not a damn thing about it was fair, but that was her luck. That had always been her luck.

She felt eight sets of eyes on her as she stood there in front of the firepit. Alone.

Her phone buzzed in the pocket of her sparkling black dress and she pulled the device out, reading the text aloud to the rest of the group. “Hayden, your time on Love Island has come to an end. Please pack your things and say your goodbyes.”

Even though she’d woken up that morning somehow knowing today was her last day, Hayden had expected to feel…something. Anything, really. Instead, she felt absolutely nothing as she stood there, realization setting in that her time here was well and truly done. Finished. 

Nobody else seemed to quite believe it either, judging by the fact that no one had moved from their seats. Suresh looked furious, Dana appeared to be devastated, and Finn, Eddie, and Kat just looked shocked. It was almost eerily quiet, nothing but the crackling of the firepit to fill the empty air.

“What the hell, Alfie?”

Finally, Suresh’s voice rang out, loud and clear as he got to his feet, looking down at Alfie with nothing but fury flickering in his green eyes. She watched as Alfie started to speak but the words were tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“Oh, that’s fucking rich, Suresh.” 

His head whipped around, so quickly she thought he might have hurt his neck. “Hayden––”

“I don’t want to hear shit from you, okay? You had every damn chance to pick me and you didn’t, so why the hell are you punishing Alfie for pursuing the first genuine connection he’s had in the Villa?” she demanded, and he just looked at her, frozen where he stood. But she didn’t stop. 

“I can’t believe I honestly thought you were capable of showing me that you aren’t a total and complete ass. I seriously considered giving you another chance, but no! You decided you wanted to play mind games and pick Arlo to make me jealous. So, not only are you playing me but you’re using another girl to do it.”

He grew paler and paler with every word that left her lips, looking as stunned as if she had reached over and slapped him as hard as she could. 

It hadn’t been hard to work out what he was doing. Suresh had always liked to think he was playing chess while everyone else was playing checkers, but Hayden had been with him long enough that she could spot when he was playing games from a mile away. This time was certainly no different. 

“Damn, she told you Suresh,” she heard Eddie speak up from where he was still sitting next to Dana, sounding way too smug for her liking. She was already on a roll, may as well keep going…

“Oh, don’t even get me started on you, Eddie.” Hayden turned to look at him, unable to squash the pride she felt when he went nearly as pale as Suresh had gotten, his eyes wide as he took her in.

“You have been sticking your nose into my business ever since I got here. Telling every damn person in this Villa about who I’m snogging, who I’m flirting with––hell, I cannot even talk to someone without you running and tattling to everyone about what I’m doing. It’s like we’re in primary school!”

She heard Alfie stifle a laugh, coughing into his fist in a vain attempt to mask the sound. 

“Honestly, Eddie, you’re a manipulative snake and I feel bad for Dana that she has to be in a couple with you. The way you like to pretend you’re looking out for everyone, when actually you’re just stirring the pot and trying to make everyone else look bad? Trying to make me look bad? You know what, I’m glad that I’m leaving so I don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

With that, she turned on her heels and walked back to the Villa to collect her things.

A few moments later, she heard footsteps on the decking but she didn’t bother turning around to see who was coming after her. She simply made her way upstairs to the bedroom, finding her cupboard and dragging her things out of it. She didn’t bother folding anything up nicely, knowing she’d dump it all in the laundry as soon as she was back home.

Home.

God, she hadn’t thought she would miss it as much as she had. After things ended between her and Suresh, it had been hard to go back to her old life, as dramatic as that sounded. But it had. Heartbreak made your head all fuzzy, made it hard to remember the person you’d been before you had let someone in. She’d become someone different, and it hadn’t felt right to just try and be the person she’d used to be. 

So, she’d moved away from Edinburgh. Found a flat in London, made new friends, got a typical post-breakup haircut. It hadn’t felt like home, though. What she’d built with Suresh had been a home, as much as it pained her to admit that, but London had been more of an…escape. But now, standing at her bedside, throwing her clothes into the sleek metal suitcase, she couldn’t help but think of it as home. 

Maybe this had been what she’d always needed, a way to finally sever the ties that bound her to the life she’d had before. “Hayden…”

Dana’s voice was soft, a little wobbly like she was fighting back the urge to cry. Hayden felt a gentle hand on her arm and she managed a small smile. “I’m okay Dana, honestly,” she assured her, and it was the truth. She wasn’t sad to be leaving. If anything, she was relieved.

“Maybe if you’d put on your grafting boots, you wouldn’t be hitting the road so soon,” Kat said, perching herself on the edge of the bed.

Hayden rolled her eyes as she bunched up a T-shirt and tossed it in. “Listen Kat, I’m going to give you some tough love because out of everyone here, I think you need it most. Finn is a flirt. Choose to believe it or not, that’s your choice. But if tonight showed you anything, it’s that he’s not all in the way that you are.” Kat opened her mouth to speak but Hayden put a hand up to stop her. 

“And before you go off on some tangent about how delusional I am or how I sound like I’m full of shit, how about you hop off your fucking high horse and gain some perspective? You and Finn may have chemistry, but you also clash. You’re too possessive and he’s too flighty. I couldn’t count on both hands the amount of times he’s flirted with me since coupling up with you. So, I would think long and hard about whether or not you want to dump all of your eggs in his basket before you get hurt.”

Kat looked gobsmacked, her mouth hanging open like she was planning on using it to try and catch flies. Finally, she shook her head and hopped up off of the bed. “Whatever babes, your opinion doesn’t matter since you’re leaving anyways,” she said before she sashayed out of the room, leaving Hayden and Dana alone.

The two girls shared a look, and Hayden found herself unable to stifle the giggles that escaped her. “God, good luck with her, girl,” she told Dana, reaching for a bikini to stuff into the suitcase. 

Dana started to say something, although someone in the doorway must have caught her eye, Hayden thought, because she clenched her jaw, her posture going a bit rigid. When Hayden turned and saw who was standing there, she thought the reaction was pretty damn warranted. 

“Suresh,” she said a little cooly, and her ex had the nerve to look sheepish.

“Can we talk Hay? Please?” he asked, and she turned to look at Dana who simply nodded and left the room, leaving the two of them alone.

“What do you want, Suresh?” Hayden asked, folding her arms over her chest. Maybe it made her look a little defensive, but she had every reason to be when he was around. This was the man who had shattered her like some piece of fine china, God forbid she didn’t welcome him with open arms.

“I thought Alfie was going to pick you,” he admitted, stepping further into the room.

“Alfie and I are just friends. He and Meera actually have the potential to be something,” Hayden said, turning her attention back to packing. “Besides, with you in here, I’m too ‘complicated.’” The words had stung a little when she’d first heard them, but she’d learned to let them roll off of her. Even if everyone in the Villa thought she was defined by her ex-boyfriend, she wouldn’t allow herself to be.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and she bit her lip, throwing another bikini into her suitcase.

“Don’t be. I’m ready to leave,” she admitted, gently shrugging her shoulders. 

“Because of me?”

Hayden closed her eyes for a brief moment, forcing herself to take a deep breath, before she shut her suitcase and turned to face him. “Do you know what you did to me?” she asked, and he shifted.

“I cheated––”

“No,” she interrupted. “Do you know what you did to me?” When he didn’t say anything, she continued on. “You broke me, Suresh. You didn’t just break my heart, but you broke me. I couldn’t even live in the same country as you after what happened. I had to move to a completely different city to try and put myself back together.

“I was going to marry you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you because you were it for me. You were the one. I would have quit my job. I would have moved across the globe to be with you, that was how much I fucking loved you. But I wasn’t enough for you.” He started to argue with her but she pushed ahead, raising her voice slightly. 

“If I had been enough for you, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You always want more than what you have. You’re never going to find someone who can satisfy you and I understand that now. I’m tired of letting myself feel like shit because you got greedy.”

He looked hurt, like he couldn’t believe she would say those things to him. But she was tired of cowering and acting like she was just going to lay down and take whatever the world threw at her. She was done being the meek little girl who let men break her apart. She deserved better than that. 

And being in a place like this? Where her ex was practically attached to her hip? Scaring people away from getting to know her? She’d come here to get away from him, not to have him continue to control her life. So if that meant leaving without finding what she’d come here for, that was fine.

At least she was leaving, knowing she was worth a hell of a lot more than everyone had led her to believe. That was more than she’d had before.

“Bye, Suresh,” she said, pulling her suitcase off of the bed before brushing past him and down the stairs.

The rest of the Islanders were gathered outside the front door of the Villa, ready to send her off. She hugged Dana and Alfie and exchanged pleasantries with Arlo, Finn, and Meera. Kat and Eddie looked as if they’d rather die than talk to her which was perfectly fine. Suresh was nowhere to be seen, probably still reeling from the conversation they’d just had. She didn’t say anything––she doubted there was anything left for her to say––so she simply walked down the drive, dragging her suitcase behind her.

The last time a chapter of her life had closed, she’d been heartbroken. She’d thought that there was no way she could move on and be whole again. And now here she was, closing another chapter, this time with the knowledge that she was coming out on the other side. Despite all of the stupid drama and her past threatening to drag her back down, she was stronger than it all.

That was something to be proud of.

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[dameronology]

hcs for steve x henderson reader please?

ofc!!

the scenario as to how you're a henderson sibling is ambigious; could be adopted, biological, whatever u prefer😌

you 100% met through dustin

i mean you probably knew each other already, because you're a similar age and hawkins high isn't massive but you actually properly, meet through dustin

your baby brother is an adventurous kid; he's out at all hours of the day getting up to god knows what and you know he sneaks out his window past curfew when your mum thinks he is asleep

it's whatever, really; you know he's good at heart and probably isn't getting into trouble. you were the same when you were his age

you meet steve for the first time in unfortunate circumstances; you were meant to pick dustin up from a d&d meet but the thought completely slipped your mind

steve drops him off on the doorstep about two hours later with a very grumbly, curly haired kid by his side

"you forgot about me! what's more important than me?"

you send dustin inside and profusely apologise to and thank steve at the same time; he finds it quite funny actually because honestly how could you forget about someone as persistently loud and annoying as your little brother??

you bond over the fact he's a great, if not irritating kid

steve sees you in a coffee shop a few days later & you buy him a cup to say thank you for your mistake the other night

you end up talking for hours and he asks you out

from there it's an uphill trajectory of literally just falling in love with him

you hide it from dustin at first; there's no telling how he'll react

steve likes to think he'll be jealous because even though he shouldn't care what some kid thinks, he definitely feels a pang of something everytime dustin calls him all like "don't worry about picking me up later, eddie's gonna give me a ride!"

and harrington would like to think that dustin would extend the same courtesy to him

dustin finds out by accident; you're on the phone to steve one day, hanging up and saying you love him, and dustin goes "oh, i love you too steve, i'm sorry i missed your call. we're good right?"

and when he hears you go FUCK OFF, DUSTIN! he realises he meant the other henderson

there's no anger. maybe a little that you felt the need to hide it from him but overall, dustin is absolutely obsessed with the idea of you two

your mum, a little less so. she's always been a little weary of steve, ever since mrs wheeler told her one day at brunch about what a bad influence he was on nancy

(barely tho, but yanno how ma's can be)

you don't really care; you're old enough to move out if you want and tbh most her nervous energy is focused on dustin because she swears 11 times a week that he's gonna cause her a stroke from stress

your lil brother loves movie nights with you!! he'll sit in the middle of you and steve because he can't read the room

you're both super over protective of him; one time some kids in school gave him shit for his cleidocranial dysplasia and you and steve basically corned them in the parking lot

he tries to rope you both into playing d&d and it only worked once

overall, you're like a little family and dustin loves it

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Music is life; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author’s note*

Well this is a first time for everything, although I’ll be honest I’ve been wanting to do a Stranger Things fanfic for awhile (like around s.2) but ever since the first episode of s.4 this man Eddie Munson has STOLEN my heart (and YES I’M STILL NUMB WITH WHAT HAPPENED). So I can speak for everyone that we NEED some Eddie fluff so I DELIVERED!!! Now there’s NO SPOILERS HERE, in fact I’d imagine this is as a PRE S.4 oneshot. Hope you all enjoy this and if there’s anymore Stranger things requests you wanna send my way, I’ve opened it up as a FANDOM TO WRITE just look at my pin post and see what character’s I’ll do.

ALSO SIDE NOTE. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE FILM SCORES I’VE LISTED. (honestly too lazy to do links plus you guys can just search them up on youtube or whatever streaming music service you use to set the mood).

Warnings: fluff, flirty Eddie, swearing.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@queen-paladin​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

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The chaos of lunchtime was the perfect time for me to escape to my music.  Now while some people would be listening to the latest pop artist, new Queen song, or for people like a certain boyfriend of mine, drown the world out with heavy metal. Me, well I prefer to listen to the great scores of my favorite movies, today’s mixtape was Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I sat with the other ‘band geeks’ as I fingered on the table each note of the main theme when sitting down beside me was my bffl Robin Buckley.

“What’s on the score box for today?”

“Raiders of the Lost Ark.” I replied pausing the song and removing my headphones.

“Ahh, your sexy go to movie.” She teased.

“Hey any chance to see Harrison Ford’s chest is a win in my books. Didn’t see enough of that in Star Wars.”

“I swear you’ve got the weirdest taste in actors.”

“Oh you’re just jealous cause a character like Indy can get a girl like Marion and you can’t. Don’t deny it! Last time I was at the video store and Steve had it playing in the background, you kept staring at her like the way you stare at Vickie.” She shushed me before tossing one of my French fries at me.  I gawked at her and threw a fry at her which made her laugh.

“Backtracking away from my failed attempts at a love life, how are things going with yours?” she asked me.

“Great. Couldn’t be better.”

“You know I still sometimes can’t believe that you and Eddie Munson are a thing.” I shrugged.

“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him. We’re both nerds, enjoy music, and are basically all types of insanity wrapped up in a sack trying to survive in this fucked up world that is high school.”

“One thing though, your music tastes are way beyond being the same thing.”

“True. He tries to get me over to the dark side but I refuse. Sorry but his metal taste in music sucks.”

“Which surprises me that you both have stayed together for a year.”

“Oh trust me Rob. We have our fights about it, not in public but they can get pretty nasty.”

“Oh by nasty you mean swapping spit with each other to try and make your points across.”

“We do not swap spit. He tries to give me hickeys.”

“Same thing.” I shoved her arm as I stuffed some fries into my mouth.

“You know, instead of hassling me about my love life, why don’t I help you with yours?”

“God I swear you’re worse than Steve.” I grinned.

“Come on songbird, you know I care about you right? Band geeks in diapers remember?”

“Yeah, yeah nightingale. Band geeks in diapers.” Since Robin and I had been besties since we were practically babies, we always called each other a type of bird (and since we both love music and been taking band since middle school together) she calls me Nightingale since they’re the most passionate singers in the bird realm, and I call her songbird cause of the way she always plays her instruments so beautifully.

“And hell I could be your wing-woman if you ever need me too. You know I could give a crap about what people say about me. They already rat on me for both being in band and for dating Eddie.”

“As much as one would appreciate that, I don’t want you to be looked at as the ‘freak of sexuality’. I’ll just…..find my own way. Besides Steve and I are hoping to combine our failed relationships together to hopefully find the right match for us. I need his confidence and he needs my perfect perception on what he wants.”

“I’m not gonna voice out on what I think on what that love child is gonna look like.” She shoved me as I chuckled. “Kidding! Kidding. Hey speaking of that lovable dingus, could you tell him to stop stalking me and Eddie on our dates?”

“Oh god, what’d he do now?” she whined.

“He came into the diner, in probably the worst disguise ever. Fake mustache and everything, even tried to pull off the worst Irish accent I’d ever heard.”

“Are you serious?”

“Robin. He told me pip-pip da-doodley-do.” She cringed but also laughed. “I swear Steve’s a sweetheart, especially after what we went through with the—you know Russians. But sometimes he can be such a—”

“Overbearing dumbass? Yeah I totally get it. He’s the same with me. But I’ll talk to him, get him to lay off before your next outing with your man.”

“Thanks Robin, I owe yah.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said with an evil, cunning grin. I shook my head at her and went back to listening to Raiders for the remainder of lunch.

Once school was over, I walked towards the isolated picnic table deep within the woods in the back of the school.  I had traded out Raiders of the Lost Ark for Empire strikes back and I fast forward the mixtape until I knew it would lay in (what I would also call mine and Eddie’s love theme) ‘Han Solo and the Princess’.

I sat along the table waiting patiently as I allowed the gently intro of the love theme take me away.  It wasn’t until the horns started playing when I felt two hands cover my eyes and my right headphone was removed.

“You really shouldn’t leave yourself vulnerable like this. You never know what kind of dangers lurk in these woods.” Eddie’s voice whispered teasingly in my ear.  I giggled and turned to face him as his hands removed themselves from my eyes.

“Oh really? And what kind of scoundrels should I be on the lookout for?”

“Scoundrel?” he said in mock offense as he took my hand in both of his gently squeezing it (much like Han did with Leia in Empire). “Scoundrel?” he repeated with a smirk. “I like the sound of that.” In timing with the music I could feel my heart fluttering hard against my chest and my breath nearly being taken away.

“Stop that.” I couldn’t help myself but say.  Thankfully Eddie and I share the same love for quoting films at each other as he said.

“Stop what?”

“Stop that. My hands are dirty.”

“My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?” Eddie said squeezing my hand once more, even giving it a soft massage (it felt twice as good since my last class was English and we had to write an essay for the whole class before turning it in).

“Afraid?” I asked incredulously.

“You’re trembling.” He said slowly leaning closer and closer towards me.

“I’m not trembling.” Eddie gave his infamous grin as his forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel his curls gently brush and tickle across my face.

“You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He teased as his nose brushed against mine.

“I happen to like nice men.” I teased.

“I’m a nice man.” Inch by inch his lips brushed against mine until I leaned forward and kissed him right as the music reached it’s brief crescendo before decrescendo-ing to the part where 3PO basically cockblocks their moment.

Eddie reached over for my Walkman and stopped the tape but never once separated our lips until the need for air took over us both.  Our foreheads pressed together and I couldn’t help but say.

“That just made it ten times better.”

“And what song were you playing this time?”

“Our song.”

“Ahh. Han Solo and the Princess.”

“Yep. Although today was mostly Raiders but I figured I’d test this moment out with our song. See if we could make the kiss feel even more—thrilling.”

“And did it?” he said pulling me into his lap.

“Along with quoting the scene in perfect timing with the music, kissing you already feels like I’m on an all-time high. But with our song—Eddie I saw the entire galaxy.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck so that I could brush my fingers through those soft curly locks.

“God you are such a cheesy poet.” He chuckled.

“Look who’s talking Mr. ‘My heart beats faster than Gareth’s suckish drumming everytime I look at you’.” He covered my mouth with his hand.

“You know I have a reputation. If anyone hears you say that, I’ll…..”

“Be labeled as the school’s softie? You know that’s what you’ll always be to me Eddie-bear.” He lowered his head bashfully as he groaned in embarrassment.

“That nickname again.”

“Yes that nickname. Now c’mon let’s go. I’m making mac and cheese tonight.”

“With those homemade biscuits of yours?”

“Don’t I always make them with mac and cheese?” I stood up and Eddie followed right behind me like a puppy as the two of us headed for his van and he drove us to my house.

Since my parents were away on a business trip all the way in Dublin, Ireland, that left me to handle the house (which also meant free sleepovers between Eddie and I).  He always preferred coming here, even though I don’t mind going over to his uncle’s trailer.

“But in all seriousness, you have got to admit that you at least liked Metallica. If not Shout at the Devil.” He said as he stuffed the last bit of my homemade biscuit into his mouth.

“Eddie, I’m not denying anything it’s just that—there’s more to music than just heavy head bangers and lyrics being screamed so loud and rasply that you can’t understand what they’re saying.” I said going through my records of all my favorite movie soundtracks.

“Alright, alright I’ll admit doing the covers of some of those screaming metal songs is hard on my voice. But you can’t deny a good head-banger.”

“The last time I head-banged to Bohemian Rhapsody, I hit my head on the counter in Robin’s living room and ended up with 6 stitches in my head.” I said rubbing my right temple where the scar was hidden underneath my wildly, untamed hair.  

“Aww my poor baby.” He cooed as he brought me in a one arm hugged, removed my hand and replaced it with his lips.  “Guess that means no more Queen music for you.”

“Oh I still listen to them. Can’t deny they’ve basically changed the way music is. Plus the first ever band to do a music video that basically sparked MTV, fuck yeah. But in all honesty, there’s something about the pure beauty and raw emotion that program music has.”

“Program music?” he asked confused.

“That’s what my uncle calls it. You know the one who plays for the London Symphony.”

“Is that the same uncle who you say actually got to record for films like Star Wars, Superman and ET?”

“Don’t forget JAWS and Raiders.”

“Right how can I forget that? And what instrument did you say he played again?”

“The French Horn. Remember I told you he’s the one who actually plays that solo for the Binary sunset in A New Hope.”

“Oh yeah that’s right. Damn you’ve got such a metal uncle.”

“Hey Wayne’s a pretty cool dude. At least he’s kept you on the straight and narrow.”

“True. Been more of a dad to me than my old man ever was. Though I wish he would’ve been those uncles you’d allow me to have my first beer at 16. Still did it anyways but you know.”

“Edward Munson you are the devil incarnate.”

“Oh yeah?” he hummed as he smirked at me mischievously. Suddenly I felt him come up behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and I heard him growl in my ear, “Well if I’m the Devil, you are my Lilith.” He let out a playful roar as he suddenly threw us backwards on my bed, the weight of the two of us making us slightly bounce as he kept a firmer grip around my waist.

He then buried his face into my neck and altered between gently nipping the skin, or just being straight up mean as he blew raspberries into the sensitive parts of my neck making it tickle.

“No tickling. No tickling!” I said trying to scrunch my neck to protect myself.

“Oh if it’s tickling you want,” I soon felt his fingers dig into my sides as I let out a shriek of laughter.

“Eddie plhehehease!” I screamed in laughter before he finally stopped and rolled me over till I was on my side and the two of us were facing each other.

“Never change, my beautiful, beautiful (Y/n).” he said stroking the hair out of my face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He softly grinned before bopping my nose which made me softly giggle before he leaned in and kissed the tip of it.

“So, care to give me a…whatcha call it uhh—Program music? Yeah program music education?”

“Are you for real?”

“Well figured I’ve stuffed you with pretty much every one of my favorite metal bands, think it’s about time I learn a little about your music taste. So long as you don’t give me any of those old dudes from like the dinosaur age.”

“Eddie, Bach and Beethoven didn’t exist in the dinosaur age.”

“Well you know what I mean.”

“Darn there goes my first lesson then.” We both chuckled as he playfully ruffled my head but I got out of his grip before returning to my vinyl records and started to search for the first album I could introduce him to.

I pulled it out of the case and went over to my record player and set the record up before turning it on.

“So what’s first on the music appreciation list Ms. (L/n)?” Eddie said as he sat up on my bed.

“The first ever summer blockbuster.” The record started to spin and all was silent before the haunting two notes came up.

DUN-DUN…….DUN-DUN.

“JAWS?” he guessed.

“I’ll tell yah, first time I saw this movie, couldn’t sleep for a month and literally threw a temper tantrum begging my parents not to take me to the beach. Not to mention that besides television, this would be the spark that would launch John William’s career as a composer. And that it only took two notes to instill true terror, the like of which Freddy Krueger nor Michael Myers could never pull.” I said the last part in a haunting tone as I came up to him and sat on his lap.

As the music got faster as I spoke, I could already see the terror in Eddie’s eyes.

“Jesus……you’re already starting to scare me.”

“Good. That’s the power of music like this. Now close your eyes.” He looked at me skeptically but with a raised brow from me, he did as he was told.  “Imagine: you’re out in the middle of a large body of water. But you’re not on any boat, nor canoe, not even a wooden plank to float on. Blissfully unaware of what lurks just beneath you. But it slowly, silently gets closer….and closer….and closer until…..” when the tightening of the strings pierced my empty room I saw Eddie give a flinch.

He was seeing it!

“It has you by the leg. You feel yourself being pulled across the water. Pain and fear succumbs your very being as your screaming, begging for your life to be spared. The water around you erupting into frantic splashing as your body is being thrashed around like a ragdoll. Your screams piercing the air but there’s no one in sight to save you. Then all is still.” As the music went still I paused for dramatic effect.  “You think it’s heard your pleas and let you go. But then you feel it’s grip on you again, pulling your body once more. Your screaming resumes but you know it will only fall on deaf ears. Then with a final cry, you’re finally pulled under the water. The water now starts to still, and all is quiet.”

As the gently yet frantic sounds of the xylophone plays in the background signaling that the horrific scene had ended and all was back to normal.  Like nothing had happened.

“Jesus H Christ. Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes you can open them.” He opened his eyes and looked straight at me.  “I should have you sub for me as DM with the way you just described that horrifying scene. And I know you haven’t seen that movie in a while to remember exactly what happened.”

“Told you. That’s the power of program music. It don’t have to match the scene word by word that it’s shown in the films. Or like with normal music how a lyric distracts the listener from the actual rhythm and melody being played. It can be erratic, moving, heartbreaking, and it’ll fit the scene of life itself.”

“Damn. You are a music philosopher.”

“Well I wouldn’t say that. My uncle just knows how to read music’s emotions and he taught me what he knows.”

“You got anything else?”

“Tons. Care to see why I think the Superman theme song is like the greatest opening to ever exist?”

“Compared to Star Wars?! Oh babe we’re gonna have another fight if you say that again.”

“You wanna debate, let’s debate. Star Wars opening theme is great, no denying that. But Superman’s theme song actually says its name.”

“When does it say that? I’ve seen that film enough times and I don’t hear anybody singing ‘Superman!’” he argued.  I stood up and turned my record player off and took the JAWS record out and began to search for my Superman tape.  I walked over to my stereo and turned it on and opened the slot and put the tape in before closing it and pressed play.

“Prepare to eat your words Munson.” I challenged as the opening started off soft.

“Not until you eat your own (L/n).” the suspense of the tuba soon began as I turned my stereo up as loud as I could and tapped along to the steady beats of the horns and strings as it began to build the suspense of Superman’s arrival.

“Okay, here it comes…..it’s coming…..is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s……SUPERMAN!!” right on cue the high suspense the whole orchestra went into full forte as the theme song actually said SUPERMAN

“HA! See I told you it didn’t say it!” Eddie exclaimed.

“It so did listen to it again!” I exclaimed as the orchestra repeated the superman part once again.

“You’re in denial sweetheart. I still don’t hear it.”

“God all that heavy metal has made you go deaf.”

“What was that missy!?!? I couldn’t hear yah!!” he shouted in my ear as he rubbed his own with his finger, trying to rub away the ‘deafness’. I shoved him away but he soon caught my hand then lifted me as high as he could as he spun me around.

“Eddie put me down yah big oaf!” I laughed as I exclaimed. He laughed as he continued to spin me around my entire room before falling down to my bed once again with me hovering over him.  Our laughter mixed together as the song continued to play in the background. “You are such a dork.”

“Your dork. But hey wouldn’t that count Superman a dork? He does work for the Daily Planet and wears those ugly glasses.”

“True but Christopher Reeves made them work.”

“Do I sense competition in the midst of my lady’s affections?”

“Only in a dream. But never fear good sir knight, you are the only man who has my heart.” I said as I rubbed over his heart.

“Good. Cause I don’t think I would last in a fight with Superman.” We both laughed and I said.

“I don’t think any of us could. Besides his heart belongs to Lois Lane. I could never compete with her.”

“In my opinion, you’re prettier than Lois Lane.”

“Aww Eddie you sweet-talker.” I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine right as the song came to an end.

We continued on with the Superman tape until the flying sequence came about I had to speak my mind.

“Now I both love and hate this song from the track.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?” Eddie asked as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer.

“Well not only because of how they shot it after he takes her into the air with the whole physics about how he holds her hand and they’re both flying together normally. But the stupid monologue Lois says during the music. It just—doesn’t fit well. In my mind, I imagined Superman holding her fairly close.”

“You mean like this?” Eddie said as he wrapped his other arm around me.

“Yes. Then we’d just—see them flying together. The music itself is beautiful on its own but her fucking monologue drones it out completely on film. For me personally, there are some scenes in film where we should just— let the music speak for itself. The fascination she already has for Superman, the closeness of their bodies pressed together. The lingering looks they share with one another as he takes her higher and higher into the sky. That’s why I’ll always pick the Binary Sunset over this song any day.”

“You’re not just saying that because your uncle has a solo in that song.”

“No. You know how we’re introduced to Luke right?” he nodded. “The Binary sunset, it—it allows us to also feel exactly what Luke feels. The longing, the desperation, the need, hope and the dream to have something far beyond our reach like the sun.”

“Damn you are really getting deep here babe. How did we ever work out?”

“We work out because you’re funny, you’re sweet, loyal to your friends, a good mentor to the present and future members of Hellfire. And you’ve got such an imagination that could only rival mine. Plus you’re the only guy whose accepted me for my own unique nerdiness. Not even the guys in band would touch me with a ten foot pole.”

“Well those band geeks are blind to see the true goddess that’s before them. All those guys they’re just doing band to get an elective credit. You—you have a truly, fiery passion for the music you play. Long to play, and may eventually play. Can you imagine if they ever did bring Lord of the rings to life? I’m sure the music is gonna need a player with as much passion as you. And I’m gonna be right there cheering you on and listening for yah.”

“Thank Eddie, it really means a lot to me.” He smiled then leaned in and kissed me softly.

“You think we can quote Star Wars all the way through just listening to the scores?” he asked me.

“You really gotta ask that?” I stood up from my bed and switched the Superman tape for A New Hope.  “One thing though, it doesn’t include the 20th Century Fox theme song.”

“Ahh the bastards!” he playfully groaned.

“So care to do the honors Ed?”

“Princess, it’d be my pleasure.” He then grabbed my own version of Brian May’s red special guitar, plugged it into my amp and turned it up as loud as he could.  I then grabbed two pencils and began the drum roll of the company’s theme song before Eddie played the horns section on the electric guitar.  Never before have I heard it be played on anything else but damn did he shred it and to use my guitar, it was pure poetry.

He unplugged my guitar and turned my amp off as we both said the title card introduction.

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….” I pressed play and right on cue the full forte of the Orchestra played throughout my room. “Care to do the honors Dungeon Master?”

“As you wish my fair Princess.” He said before reading out the actual credit roll all the way through in his DM style of how he narrates his campaigns for his club.  From there on, it was the two of us acting out the scenes based off the scores that played out.

We also couldn’t help ourselves with quoting the rest of the movie and right as we came up to my favorite part, I turned to my window balcony and saw that the sun was just about to set.

“Oh my god.”

“Uhh that’s not the quote that comes next babe.” Eddie said.

“No Eds look, the sun’s setting. Oh let’s pause this and you’ll see what I mean come on!” I turned to stereo towards the window and grabbed Eddie’s hand as we went out to my small little balcony and stared at the sunset together.

*Eddie’s POV*

As my girl dragged me to her makeshift balcony and the rays of the sunset landed upon her face, I could hear the sound of the flute starting off the most epic part of the song.  Then as her uncle’s solo came into play, I immediately felt this—fluttery feeling in my stomach.

This angel nay this—goddess of music that stood at my side. She—she was my everything. My wants, my hopes, my dreams. Everything I wish to do, want to do I—I want her to be there at my side.  As the orchestra rose in volume, there was this wave of—god I can’t even describe it.

All I did know was that I never once took my eyes off of (Y/n) for a second as my heart swelled and I could feel my chest constricting with whatever this emotion I was feeling.

 “….d? Ed? Eddie.” I snapped out of my trance and said.

“What? What was it?” (Y/n) only smiled and reached up to touch the corner of my eye.  It was then I felt that I actually had tears in my eyes.

“You felt it too, didn’t you.” She said it as more of a statement than a question.  I sniffled softly and nodded.

“That’s what you feel everytime?” she nodded. “God babe that…..that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I felt—warm and…..god I can’t even describe it.”

“Music is the way of life. It’s all around us. Just like I’ve always said.” I cupped her face into my hands and asked her.

“I wanna feel it again. But this time with our song. Please sweetheart? I—I wanna feel it again, but this time as I kiss you.” God I’m sounding like such a sap right now but fuck it! This is a high I’ve never been on and I wanna feel what my girl feels every day she listens to these songs, especially how she described our kiss earlier today with our Star Wars love theme.

She placed her hands over mine and kissed my left palm before taking me back inside her room and switched out the tapes.

“Shall we quote the scene again?”

“I wanna try your theory of just letting the music speak for itself.” I answered.  She nodded and pressed rewind and waited for a couple of seconds before pressing play to see if it was our song.

“Okay let’s just let this last section of Boba Fett play out and then nothing but silence.” She said as she came up and wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist pulling her close.

Soon the gentle melody of our love theme started playing over the speakers.  As she gently brushed the hair out of my eyes I could already feel my heart racing faster than it’s ever gone before.  There was a lump in my throat but for some strange reason it felt like the good kind of lump.  Honestly I can’t explain it as beautifully as my musical goddess does, but all I can say was that I liked it.  A lot. It wasn’t a sexual pull, but a truly, deep, love connection (much like Aragorn and Arwen).

I lifted my hands to gently cup her face.  My thumbs gently stroking along where her cute dimples were hidden and I pressed my forehead against hers, our noses gently and affectionately nuzzling the other’s.  We both soon leaned in and as the music got louder our lips met and I swear to god—it was like a firework just exploded in my gut.

We separated and (Y/n) reached over and turned off the stereo as the two of us softly panted.

“Shit……” I gasped out.  

“What’s the verdict doc?” she asked.

“Best……high……ever.” I chuckled and she followed with soft laughter. “You were right. God that was—I know I always get butterflies in my stomach and my heart races every time I kiss you but with our song setting the mood…..holy shit.”

“Like I said. There’s more to music than just headbangers.”

“I’ll never question your wisdom again, my beautiful muse.” I said bringing her into yet another, more passionate kiss.  We walked right towards her bed and she collapsed once more onto it, and I immediately crawled on top of her.  “So what shall it be Princess? Want to make beautiful music of our own?”

“With most scoundrels I wouldn’t but for you, always.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” She said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye before wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and bringing me down to kiss her once more.

That’s a night I’ll never forget, I think out of all my shows I’ve performed, this one will always be my favorite.  Because it was just me, my best girl, and the two of us making music with our bodies all night long.

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[bettyfrommars]

This is a serious question. Do you think Eddie is a Backstreet boys fan or a Nsync fan?!! And..... do you think he would take us to the Nsync reunion If it ever fucking happens?

lmaooo Sid!

seriously though, personal preference, I'd have to go with Nsync, because I went to see them with some kids I was babysitting in the early 2000's, and it was really honestly a lot of fun even though it's not my typical music choice, but damn, Justin had moves. I could see Eddie being funny and doing a metal version of "Bye bye bye"

I could also see him acting like he doesn't like either of them, but then you catch him mumbling along to one of their songs in the car and you stare over at him, realizing he knows all of the lyrics.

Sure, he'd take us to the reunion, and he'd tell Steve about it, and he'd be so jealous you'd end up having to invite him too.

[insomniac-jay]

You Ain't Really Gotta Be My Girlfriend {Riddlerchrome}

Riddler begins to make moves on Gotham's newest rogue, the enigmatic art thief, Monochrome.

Relationship(s): Edward Nygma | Riddler x Mona Lisa Beauvais | Monochrome (OC)

Rating: T & up

Misc: Title from Just Friends by Musiq Soulchild, Query and Echo are the best girls, Riddler is down bad

When he first saw her, Riddler could hardly believe his eyes. What was such a lady like her doing being chased by Gotham PD? Her face may have been obscured by the mask, but her voice--Oh, her voice--was so lovely. Deep yet feminine, just the way he liked it.

After he brought her back to his hideout is when he finally got to see the beauty behind the monochrome mask.

Her head was full of black locks with tufts of white. Her grayish green eyes shined like lustrous jades. And her light brown skin completed her Junoesque appearance. That moment, he recognized who she was.

Mona Lisa Beauvais, pop singer, artist, socialite, and widow of lawyer Francis Beauvais. He'd seen her face on advertisements and in commercials before, but he never knew that the newest thorn in Batman's side was her.

"My goodness, you are gorgeous."

"Mèsi, but I'm not in the mood for flirting."

"Of course." Edward observed her. Her figure was shapely, almost like an hourglass. Ed considered himself a gentleman and didn't stare at certain parts of her body for too long. She walked with a certain finesse, making it hard to take his eyes off her. Did she always make people turn their heads?

It honestly surprised him that she didn't have a whole row of men lined up at her door to remarry her. He knew he would given the chance.

"You look tired. Why not spend the night here?" He bowed, taking off his hat. "I promise to make things comfortable."

Monochrome hummed. "Keep the riddles to a minimum and you have a deal. But what about them?" She motioned to Query and Echo, who watched curiously from the corner. They took notice of their boss's attention on the art thief. "Won't they be jealous?"

"Will you, girls?"

"Nope. Not at all, Eddie." Query giggled.

"Yeah. She should get the presidential suite." Echo added.

Monochrome wanted to ask what they meant, but was too tired to. She'd get some rest then head to the sale tomorrow. No point in risking capture by either GPD or Batman because she's tired.

"Lead me to this 'presidential suite'." Monochrome demanded.

As Riddler led to her room, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd be able to have a woman like her by his side. Even though she was still a grieving widow and he preferred himself as a gentleman towards women, he wanted to get to know her. To study her. See just who was Monochrome behind the mask.

"Here we are." He opened the door to the room. It was spacious, probably nothing she wasn't already used to, with a queen sized bed covered in white sheets not too far from the window.

"Mèsi. Do you have any body washes or soaps I can use?" Monochrome turned on the lamp while she placed her mask down on the nightstand. The dim light of the lamp gave Riddler another view of her back and side of her face.

Part of him envied the deceased Beauvais. How could he leave such a beautiful woman behind?

He wanted to reach out and touch her, pushing her hair back behind her ear to plant a kiss on her cheek. Had he still been Edward Nashton, an honorable name for an honorable man, he'd court her and show her all the ways a man could love a woman like her.

Was this normal? Maybe. But for now, he would settle on watching her from afar.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy

#jay's dc ocs #jay's writings #ship: riddlerchrome #“you don't know what you mean to me” - riddler

[madaboutmunson]

Again - Part 11

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Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock @mightbeasleep, @jewellthebooknerd

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Sunday rolls around much too quickly for Steve's liking. Honestly, he knows summer is coming to a close and other than being whined for the last few days about Zee having her own cell phone, he was really going to miss it once it was over. Sure, he'd get to see them again in a week, but it was just different out of term time. They were a little more carefree. They'd had a great few days, cooking together, playing video games, school shopping, and even some two-on-one basketball. Since Wednesday, Zee had called Morgan every day, only for ten minutes tops. Steve could manage the phone bill but didn't want to put Eddie or Jenny in an awkward situation where they couldn't do the same. Although curiously, Eddie hadn't called Steve at all, he got this weird message on his cell that had Eddie's name on it, but there were no words, just numbers and letters. 

He pulls up on Jenny and Val's driveway, and the kids and Beans rush out, leaving Steve to get the bags as usual. He bundles up what he can under his arms and walks up to knock on the door.

Steve had a key, but he always preferred to knock at the door out of some weird kind of respect. Jenny, short blonde hair in a chic bob, dressed in a loose flowing long summer dress, opens the door and blocks the kids, trying to get into the house without hugging her first. Squeezing each of them tightly, "Oh, I missed you, terrors" The kids make a break for the stairs, "Dinner will be ready in five minutes, so don't get too involved in anything. That means no computer games, Corey!" She shouts after them and turns a kind smile to Steve. "Come on in." She says enthusiastically, wrapping him in a big hug too. Then almost getting barrelled out of the way by the enormous furry projectile that was Beans. She beckons him to the kitchen and puts her finger to her lips, laughing. Steve obliged the silence but couldn't help but notice there was something different about Jenny. He's not sure exactly what it is, but it's familiar. She points through the kitchen door, and Steve peeks around the door to see Val in a chef's hat and apron, singing and dancing around the kitchen as he cooks. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Bean's wet nose prods at the back of his knee. Still, when he realises who it is, he beams in delight, "Oh Beanies! Memento", he says to the dog putting his hands together like he's praying. He walks to the fridge and breaks off a chunk of cheese, throwing it around his back into the air for Beans to catch, before returning to the stovetop, putting the newly strained linguine into the pan, and tossing its contents effortlessly in the air. Steve smiles and shakes his head, and looks back at Jenny. Her expression radiated the affection Steve had only seen in the early stages of relationships or at boy band concerts. She's looking at Val like he's the most marvellous creature in the universe, and he supposes to Jenny he was in the top three. For a second, Steve feels that pang of jealousy, the one he tells everyone else and himself he doesn't have when it comes to this situation, but it's much more complicated than jealousy. He doesn't want Jenny back as his wife or romantic partner. He doesn't want her to endure those strained times again. Most of it was great, but when it was terrible. When the dark clouds came for her, Steve couldn't stop them no matter how hard he tried, but Val could and can, and Steve wondered what that must feel like. Not just to be like that for someone else but to have someone like that for yourself. He was jealous that no one looked at him that way and that he had no one to look at that way. He was just not jealous enough to make it a bitter taste in his mouth.

"STEVEN!" Val exclaims, taking off his chef hat and apron revealing his jet black slicked back hair that curled up at the nape of his neck, some very tight Levi jeans and Ralph Lauren polo shirt. He makes a beeline for Steve, gripping his shoulders and kissing him on each cheek, "Sit, sit! Steven, please." he gestures at a chair at the table, and Steve smiles and obliges. No matter how many times he told Val that Steve was fine, he persisted with Steven, he said it commanded more respect and it felt better in his mouth when he said it. Valentino was pretty much impossible to refuse unless, of course, you wanted to offend the man. Steve is so grateful for him, there were a billion frogs out there and Jenny most definitely landed a Prince, which wasn’t just a bonus for her, but Steve too. He knew Valentino was great with the kids, and made Jenny so happy, which made everything so much easier. Val picks out a pile of dishes and deals them like playing cards around the table as Jenny sits in her usual seat at the head of the table.

"So Steve, I see Beans is here. Are you going somewhere?" Jenny asks, unfolding her napkin into her lap.

"I mean, I'm not sure yet, maybe. I figure I should do something with the last week of summer, right?" Steve says, being careful not to mention that he would probably spend most of that week waiting for Eddie to call if he would at all. He’d only brought Beans on the off chance maybe he and Eddie might go someplace together. Val stops mid-cutlery placement and lifts his head to Steve with slightly narrowed eyes, "You know, maybe a city break or something? Like I say, I don't know yet," Steve adds as a half-truth was better than a total lie. He stopped bringing up dates with Jenny and Val a long time ago, especially when they barely made it to the end of the first date before they were another loss on the tally. "What have you both been up to this week?"

"Well. Val got a promotion, which is really exciting. I've just been given a new team to bend to my will, I mean take care of," she laughs, "So things are going pretty good, I think you could say" Jenny looks over at Val, radiating happiness. Val turns and blows her a kiss as he brings around the pan to dish out the food, which smells divine. "Have the kids been alright?"

"Mackenzie went to her D&D club and made a new friend, who came by this week to play basketball. He wanted some help because his Dad said he's going to high school soon, so Corey and I practised with him, but honestly, he's a natural. I think he's gonna be okay." Val places a serving of linguine into Steve's dish and appears to be scanning his face for information.

"Oh, that's great. I'm glad you drove her out there; it made a world of difference. Though I suspect there might be a little crush developing there too." Jenny says with an adoring smile at the cuteness of it all, "Mac's first crush, huh? Wow, time is just going by so quickly" Steve nods in agreement, "And can I just say, Steve, how impressed I've been? I mean, I was certain the day this happened, you'd be a lot more upset about it."

Steve laughs. "I know me too. There have been a few moments where maybe I wasn't at my best, let's say, but I figure it's best not to meddle, you know? Just keep an eye on things, which is much easier when they aren't hiding anything from you." Steve clicks his fingers, remembering, "There was a hair incident with one of your old curling tongs. We sort of figured it out for now, but if you're taking them for usual haircuts before school, maybe get them to blend it in a little better than my hack job."

"Oh, christ! Sorry, Steve, I keep meaning to get my old stuff from yours!" Jenny says, wiping her hand down her face.

"No, it's fine. It's nice for the kids to have your stuff at mine too, in case they miss you, you know? But, er yeah, I might have lost my temper with those particular curling tongs, so they are now in the trash." Jenny grimaces, "Don't worry, Jen, I took them and my temper out to the garage." Jenny smiles, and Val raises his eyebrows at Steve as he brings his oversized pepper grinder around.

"KIDS!" Jenny yells through the door, and a thunder of feet and squabbling can be heard before Zee and Corey appear in the kitchen.

"Beans out, please," Steve says gently, and she obediently goes to sit in the hall.

Dinner conversation is mainly driven by the kids, and Steve sits quietly between Jenny and Zee, enjoying his food and the company. Several times throughout the dinner, Steve looks across the table to find Val staring at him like he's trying to unravel him. Each time Steve gives him a smile laced with a bit of concern and then goes back to eating.

"Say, kids, Val got a soft serve machine. We've set it up in the garage. Wanna help me grab some for all of us?" Jenny asks, a massive grin on her face like soft serve ice cream was the answer to all life's problems. Then like a ton of bricks, something hits Steve. His eyes dart to Val, wide-eyed in realisation, and the analysing stare he's had on Steve all evening drops and is replaced by one of alarm, and he puts a finger to his lips. Now it makes sense! He looks down at his plate, no seafood, no wine with dinner, how Jenny was positively glowing, why Val was dancing around the kitchen, why Jenny had been mooning over him in the door, and the last clue, the soft serve machine at home. So she could know exactly what went into it. Steve silently, but his face is loud with communication, points a finger at Val behind the backs of Jenny and the kids as they leave.

Val gets up and rushes to the door to close it, and pins himself against the back of it, his hands at his chest, fingertips pinched together, "Please, Steven, don't be angry", he whispers.

Steve gets out of his chair and approaches him, "Angry? Why would I be angry? This is wonderful! Congratulations!" Steve whisper shouts, pulling him in for a hug, and he feels Valentino begin to weep against his shoulder.

"J-Jenny, she said not to say. She said it was too soon, and it is early, very early, Steven, so we aren't telling the k-kids yet," Val manages to say through his tears muffled into Steve's shirt. Steve pulls back, holds him happily by his shoulders, and beams at the blubbering mess before him.

"Oh Val, I know we're all one big unit, but you're gonna be a Dad, and I am fucking psyched for you, man! You have no idea how amazing this is gonna be. I promise you, there is nothing on this earth like it," Steve enthuses, shaking him maybe a little too roughly with excitement before pulling him in for another tight bear hug, with an audible oof when he nearly takes the air out of Valentino. "Is that why you've been acting so weird tonight? Because you wanted to tell me?"

Val gestures at the chairs again, and Steve pulls one out and lets Val sit down first before sitting opposite him at the table. He offers Val his handkerchief, which he takes gladly and wipes his eyes. "No, Steven, no. But also, yes. I did want to tell you, but Jenny said no, so I wasn't going to tonight, but when it was time, we would sit and tell you together, but you guessed." He says with a shrug.

"Ok, so if it's not the announcement, why have you been staring at me like that? Do I have something in my teeth or hair?" Steve reaches up to check, and Val captures his hands gently and brings them down to the table. He pats them, grabs two little cups, and pours them an espresso. Val sits back down and takes a sip, letting out an ah, putting it down and looking directly into Steve's eyes.

"Because you, Steven, are in love," Val says seriously. Steve laughs and shakes his head.

"That's ridiculous. I am not," Steve replies.

"Ah-ah-ah Steven, do not lie to your Valentino" Val leans over the table, and he lays his accent on thickly as he does, even though Steve knows he was born and grew up in Indianapolis. Val reserved this stereotypical accent for three things, when he spoke Italian, when he spoke to customers and when he wanted to get his way. Steve was loath to admit it, but generally, it worked on everyone. "Now you tell me who this heavenly creature that won the heart of my friend is, uh? Is it one of your fancy ladies with a little chihuahua? Or maybe some big-time executive man like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, only you are not a prostitute, obviously, Steven. Come on, tell me. You know Valentino loves romance, Steven, please" he rests his chin on his hands, pouting, making himself look adorable and Steve’s weak defences fall apart.

"Let me just start by saying love is a big word there, Val. But I am interested in someone and-" Steve doesn't get to finish that sentence because Valentino is whooping, clapping his hands and has scooped Steve out of his seat into his arms and is dancing him around the kitchen. He looks up into Steve's eyes.

"Steven, tell me everything!" He says adamantly.

"Well, he's someone I knew a long time ago before I met Jenny, and um, he's kinda the Dad of Zee's friend Morgan," Steve says a little awkwardly, and if they weren't attached, Val's eyebrows would have shot clean off his head due to the velocity he raised them before his expression fell into a cheeky smile.

"Oh, Steven! You bad boy, organising your own play date at the same time, uh?" Val says, twirling Steve around back into his chair.

"Well, that's not exactly what happened, but-" Steve starts again as Val slaps him on the back.

"Is he handsome? No, don't answer that. Stupid question. Of course, he is. Charming, naturally. Tall, of course." Val is pacing, tapping his chin. “But what has he got that the others did not. Something different…" Val says, scanning Steve's face again.

"He's crazy!" A voice comes from the now open doorway as Corey thrusts an ice cream cone at his Dad. Zee hands one to Val, and they both disappear into the den.

"A wild man, eh Steven?" Val says with surprise as his laughter booms around the kitchen, making Steve blush a little and chuckle himself as Jenny sits at the table and looks between them.

She tuts, "Oh Val, you told him, didn't you?"

"Congratulations," Steve says quietly, reaching to hold her hand and beaming at her.

"Let's just not get ahead of ourselves ok. It's early" she points a finger at both of them.

"That's not all Luce della mia vita. Steven has a new old flame. Molto piccante," he purrs and slides into the chair next to Jenny, kissing and then nuzzling her cheek, but she is just staring at Steve.

"What do you mean old flame, like when, before me?" She asks, her brow furrowed.

"Ah yeah," Steve says, but then the realisation hits him that in their eleven years, he never mentioned Eddie by name. Any stories about him were gender-flipped to a girl with no name. Steve would tell Jenny when they first started dating, he never wanted to say that name again, and at the time, he'd meant it. It wasn't a secret he was bisexual, just that, at the time, it was a lot less liberal.

"Nancy?" She asks in surprise, and Valentino laughs.

"No, no, tesoro", he scoops up her hand and kisses it, "A tall, beautiful, charming, crazy man", and Steve gulps.

"Wait, you never said anything about a guy, Steve..." Jenny starts to say before she gets deep in her thoughts, then taps her finger rapidly against the table, her eyes widening in realisation, "He's the one that left, isn't he?" Steve nods. It's all he can do at this point. He's still determining which way this will go. "He's the one that broke your heart and why you were getting wasted in the bar!" She taps the table a few more times, and for a glimmer, she looks angry but then looks at Val, who seems to communicate silently with her and she softens. "Well, he better behave himself this time, else I'll hunt him down myself!"

"Crazy", Val says, kissing Jenny's hand, and pumps his eyebrows at Steve, "So what are you still doing here, Steven?" Val chuckles, "Why don't you hunt down your wild man before Jenny does?"

"He's probably busy. So I think I'm just gonna head home, have a nice bath, and plan something for the week," Steve says, wolfing down his ice cream, eager to get out of this potentially awkward conversation.

"Too busy for you, no! If he's too busy for you, he's not good enough, Steven," Val says with a big smile. Jenny smiles, too, but it doesn't reach her eyes. It puzzles Steve. Was she angry about him telling her it was a girl, not a guy? Was she mad because she thought he would hurt Steve? He'd swear she was jealous if he didn't know any better, but that was impossible. She had everything she wanted and then some. He couldn't work it out, so he decided this might be his cue to leave.

"Well, thank you for a wonderful evening. I am so excited for you both!" He says, turning around, picking up his blazer, and hugs them both goodbye. He notes Jenny's hug isn't the usual tight squeeze. He says goodbye to the kids and Beans and heads home.

As he rounds the corner to his home, he's surprised to see Eddie's motorhome parked up in the driveway. Steve gets out of his car, walks over to the door, and knocks, "Eddie? Everything ok?" He shouts at the door. Steve hears a small tumble of objects from inside, and Eddie curses quietly.

#steddie #steddie fan fiction #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fan fic #steddiefanfiction #steddiefanfic #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsonagain #eddie munson #steve harrington

[diedbrave]

Father Time - @scribedhorror​ "Yeah, time to breathe. That's funny, babe." A snort. Of course, it was all Eddie's fault in the end, wasn't it? Eddie was the boss of the company, so he could make his own standards and rules. But Bill knew Eddie too well, and also knew that even though Sonia was long dead, Eddie still felt the need to prove himself. He had abandoned the career she had forced him into (for reasons he still was unsure about) and started his own business, and he always pushed himself just to prove that he could do this, and do it right. That he wouldn't mess up. That he could support the family just as much as Bill did. "I can definitely try to take a lunch break. Assuming one of the drivers doesn't call out, because I always end up having to give a few rides myself." Which was fine with Eddie, honestly, because he liked getting out of the office. Though with the way he drove rather violently, most of his customers would prefer that the head man of Kaspbrak Limousine just stay behind his stuffy desk. He continued to chew his food thoughtfully as Bill spoke about their day, giving a nod every so often. It sounded nice, and he was a little jealous that Bill was the one that got to stay at home. He dug his own grave, really, choosing to be a business man. "Definitely get him more rest. I don't know why he's been so finicky lately." Eddie wanted to say maybe they should move the crib back to their room, like when Charlie was first born, but didn't want to coddle too much. Didn't want to become over-protective like his own mom, and make a bubble around their only child. "You don't think...." No, he didn't even want to say it. IT was long gone. There was no way that clown, in any form, was haunting their baby or giving him nightmares. Right?

#scribedhorror #queue

[joysmercer]

S3 did need more episodes. Or at least needed to spend the existing time wisely. It felt like the mystery took too long to unravel at the expense of the character focus that could've given. This especially applies to Fabian and Patricia, who in spite of major roles in S1 and 2, were reduced to glorified extras (Patricia gets a bit more, but spends most of the season pining over Eddie or being jealous). Then there's Joy and Jerome being cut out of the mystery for an OC cheating plot.

[obligatory i'm half asleep so sorry for the grammar/punctuation/tone lmao]

ok yes, I agree with your first three sentences for sure. i feel like all the characters were slightly lacking in well-roundedness in season 3 – even eddie and kt; they had basically no storyline outside of the mystery (except the dodgeball arc, which wasn't great).

ok the rest is just my opinion and doesn't really have anything to do with the original post so it's under the cut

i don't really agree w fabian or patricia being a "glorified extra." like even in earlier seasons, fabian's job was to do research for the group, and that's exactly what he did in season 3 too. the only difference is that he wasn't in every scene because he wasn't best friends with/dating/pining over eddie (like he was w nina) lmfao. it would have been nice to see him have some plotlines outside of sibuna, but it didn't feel weird for him not to, considering he didn't in seasons 1 and 2 either

and yeah while a bit more Patricia screen-time would have been nice (because everyone’s was a little short, not because she didn’t have enough), I would have liked to see a little bit of her with the rest of the sisterhood (kt, joy, mara, willow) after they made that big show of inducting everyone into it and stuff. her getting exasperated but mildly amused with willow in 3a was really fun, and they would've had such an interesting dynamic if they interacted more. plus, she probably would've talked mara/joy/willow out of half of their jerome-plans and saved everyone some heartbreak, and the other girls would have probably found a way to get her and eddie back together earlier and without fake-dating jerome (because kt, i love you, but that was a terrible idea aklsjfkl). HOWEVER, I don't feel like the plotlines she had were lacking either? she canonically has a ridiculous jealous streak so it wasn't ooc for her to act that way, and tbh after 3x10, she's not even pining/acting jealous over eddie all that much besides an occasional look or frown until denby starts manipulating her.

as for joy and jerome: honestly the popular opinion is that they weren't interested in joining in with sibuna this season. i can see that with jerome, but I do think joy leaving in 3a was primarily motivated by fabian being a little bit of a dick to her, and if she was asked to help again in 3b she would have. there are signs of this – for example, with patricia's stupid eclipse excuse ("we thought it was a real ceremony and suddenly clocks were people!") in 3x21, joy's reaction honestly comes off as annoyed and a little jealous at being left out. so yeah i can see why they were cut but i think it could have gone either way tbh

BUT back to your point lol. i don't think the cheating plot was ooc (except when mara called jerome the son of a thief because no); like these were 2 teenage girls who got their hearts shattered, plus their best friend who has been shown previously to move heaven and earth to make the people around her happy. it was messy, but completely realistic. going back to my previous point, i think Patricia or kt would have talked them out of it, but since those two were out of the picture, I'm not surprised things went as far as they did. i definitely wish joy and jerome were briefed on the situation in 3b (preferably before sinner!alfie/fabian treated them like crap), but I'm not particularly annoyed with the fact that they weren't physically involved in the whole thing. honestly, given a choice between s3 or tor for when they'd get involved again (if at all), i would choose tor.

#asks #anon #house of anubis #also all of this is /lh im not mad or annoyed or wtv i love discussing stuff! #hoadisc #myposts

[curious-menace]

Arkham!Riddler SFW Alphabet

When I started this one I figured it would be easier since I can riddle as bi and ace and this is all non-sexual but my god was it difficult. It's hard to separate what i'd like from a partner like riddler from what this version of riddler would actually be like.  I've done my best but if you have anything you'd like to add, feel free to hmu!

LONG POST UNDER THE CUT

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Edward can be affectionate in quite a superficial way. He’s not above using someone's affections for him to get what he wants out of them and he certainly isn't above feigning affection for the same reason. Although unless you were head over heels for him, his faux sincerity would be pretty obvious. 

However with a partner he actually likes i can imagine he’d be very affectionate with his actions more than his words. Riddler loves to talk but expressing actual love can be difficult for him, whether it’s romantic or platonic, saying how he feels about you is one of the few things that doesn't come easy. I can see him spending a lot of money on you as a gesture of affection; fancy food , clothes, first editions of your favorite books or vintage versions of whatever you collect. He’d quite happily pay for your education/college and any and all books you might want. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being a “best friend”  would probably be at your insistence and not his. He’s likely left any childhood friends behind (assuming he had any to begin with) and I think as an adult, Edward would have trouble making friends. Like most things, Edward treats friendship as just another tool in the bag, he can count the people he actually gives a shit about on 1 hand. 

If you were lucky (or unlucky depending on your view) to be considered one of those friends, expect lots of phone calls about bailing him out, riddles turning up in weird places ( like in the pocket of a coat you haven't worn in a while) and him helping you out with your cerebral challenges( like your quarterly tax return, no eddie i can't just NOT do it will you put down the rubix cube and help me)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’ll never admit it, not even under pain of death, but Edward likes to be held. Now there's a few caveats to this; his rules and on his terms etc.  He likes to lie between your legs with his head on your chest, either facing you for a hug while he naps or away from you, using you like a pillow while he reads or tinkers with something.  He likes having his hair played with and his back gently stroked until he falls asleep.

He keeps up the facade of being totally touch adversed for good reason, the other rouges just do not respect personal space, even ones like killer croc and clayface. For the sake of his suits, he keeps this up even in private. But if you were someone special to him, you might convince him to toss his arm around your shoulder or waist. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he’s doing well mentally, he’s pretty good at taking care of himself. Or at least, looking like he takes good care of himself. He can cook and clean a little but he has the cash to pay other people to do the more menial or time consuming stuff for him. Not that he’s above it, he just prefers to spend his time on other things and is happy to compensate people to save him from doing it. These days he's more focused on other things to be bothered with domestic chores, his place is very messy. 

Settling down is an alien concept to him, not one he’s eager to explore. Expect him to turn his nose up at the prospect of marriage but a platonic long term partner, someone for company, someone to act as a sounding board for ideas or even just someone to (gently but firmly) kick his ass into looking after himself would be pretty ideal.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d probably be thinking long and hard about it beforehand. Like weeks if not months in advance. He’d want to give you the perfect breakup and, depending on what happened, try his best to part as friends. He doesn't deal well with sudden changes to his routine, particularly with no plans ahead. On the other hand he might just pussy out and ghost you. He’s fickle like that.

If it was your doing, well. Edward takes these sorts of things as a challenge. He might even assume you were joking the first time around. After he got the message, I sense he’d probably be quite clingy and upset. It’s taken a lot for him to get so far with you and he wouldn't let it go without a fight. He might try to change or at the very least , be better at hiding whatever it was that you want to break it off.

Failing that expect a lot of texts from blocked numbers almost but not quite begging or apologizing and asking for more chances.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said above, marriage isn't for him. I doubt he'd be compatible with a religious person given his childhood and outspoken atheism. He MIGHT if pressed, give you a question mark themed ring or token as a reminder that you were his. No papers, no ceremony, just something small. If you proposed expect him to be flustered and , if you can believe it, at a loss for words. He might go radio silent on you for a few days before giving you an answer but i honestly couldn't tell you what it might be. He does enjoy the thought of someone referring to him as “my husband” thought, so maybe persistent begging i'll get you somewhere. 

Some sort of Commitment appeals to him from a practical point; having someone to rely on, to fall back on and to care and be cared for by. It's not a normal relationship by any stretch of the imagination but it’ll be special all the same.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Edward isn't an imposing man. He might be tall but he’s all sinus and no mass. He has gentle hands but can be careless when he’s in a mood ( with objects, never with you). He's broken a lot of plates, computer monitors and mechanical pencils over the years. He lacks a lot of social grace to treat things with the necessary amount of sensitivity sometimes, but he has the sense to at least TRY and be emotionally gentle. Situations of abuse or self worth issues, things he has personal experience dealing with are things he can easily empathise with .

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Short story, yes but only coming from a trusted partner. Long story is that he has a hard time not flinching when someone hugs him by surprise. You should ask before you do it. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Edward is the kind of person to fall head over heels very quickly. He might say I love you before it's socially appropriate, it honestly might make you a little uncomfortable. But once that initial infatuation dies he's a lot more guarded with his feelings. He’d say i love you in a superficial way quickly but a genuine i love you with real emotion would take a lot of time and thought from him before he actually committed to it. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If you look up jealousy in the dictionary, you'd see Edward's picture. Obviously he is a deeply insecure man, he’s terrified you’ll start to think of him the way he thinks of himself and seek out someone better. You need to nip any signs of jealousy in your relationship in the bud early on. Otherwise Edward will become controlling, manipulative and possessive to the point of alienating you from other people, simply for the sake of having you to himself. You need to set healthy boundaries while also doing your best to accommodate his need to be validated and his need for reassurance that you do in fact want to be with him. He gets snappy when he’s jealous, with you and other people. He has temper tantrums like a child if you don't agree with him. Like for example if he thinks someone was flirting with you and you tell him they were just being friendly. 

All that said, I genuinely don't think he does it for the sake of being a controlling partner. He is just so very afraid that someone he actually gives a shit about will leave him like everyone else in his life. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I should point out that he doesn't kiss often. But when he does,He’s all over the damn place. What he lacks in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm. He is a very sloppy kisser when he gets into it but generally his kisses are very short and chaste. Like i said, he doesn't really know what he's doing so he's all over the place in terms of location. I think smooches on the cheek  because it's easy access, for him and you. He likes body worship, so if you're kissing him, anywhere will do as long as you're praising that part while you do it. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Edward does not like children but he’s good pretending for the sake of his image. Childrens naturally inquisitive nature coupled with his bright and colourful appearance makes for some entertaining moments but in the long run I can see him worrying too much: about screwing the kid up, about being perceived like his father, about the child not meeting his expectations etc. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's more of a night owl tbh. If you're living with him he might wander into the kitchen while you're getting breakfast , wondering why you're up so late. You'd have to tell him he’s accidentally pulled another all nighter. He might have coffee with you and talk about what he was working on, maybe ask if he could have some breakfast with you. But by the time it's cooked he’ll have passed out on the sofa.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Edward prefers to work and operate at night so expect him to be in a flurry of activity, building things, calling people and working at his computer. He likes to have company, even if you aren't doing much talking. It would be nice for him to just spend time with you while you both work on your respective projects. Sometimes he gets his shit together and lives during the day like most people ( read as, when he’s just been to prison and has an actual schedule for once) he would like to unwind with you by watching game shows or playing video games.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Edward has a bad habit of gloating about his accomplishments but in a way that is so obviously false it unintentionally tells more about him than he really wanted to. Like in Arkham knight, he gloats about “not having any friends at all” in reference to his riddler bots when Catwoman teases him. He meant that as a snipe at catwoman but the fact he’s so open about his lack of friends, to most people anway, is incredibly sad. 

He’s a well known villain, if you didn't know most of his backstory before dating him it would be hard to miss once you were together. He’s unlikely to tell you it himself, having to repeat it time and time again in therapy has him perpetually bored of the subject .

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets upset quite easily, he has very limited patience . He’s used to other people's cuts and jibes so he mostly lets that roll off his back with only a little annoyance. But for stupid people, and people outright insulting him, dismissing him or for acting like batman he is liable to start seeing red very quickly . In your relationship I would say he is easily irritated by a lot of things, generally a bit grumpy if things don't go his way but rarely as angry as we see him in the climax of Arkham knight. He doesn't yell or shout at you but he will seethe and let his anger fester for days at a time. He can be very mean when he’s angry. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You would think for someone with a photographic memory, he would be better at remembering things about you. It's not to say he DOESN'T remember, only that he requires prompting to do so. Yes, he will remember everything about you but he puts it in the back of his head so he can focus on other things. Don't be surprised if he lets important dates slip by or does things at the last minute because something reminded him of it. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's probably something innocuous that you wouldn't think of, or even realise he was there for. Maybe he remembers meeting you in a coffee shop months or years before you met and started dating. He remembers because you held the door for him or gave him a genuine smile. You were something colourful in his gray day, something hard to forget. I doubt he tried to build a relationship out of that one moment but when he met you again he would remember that and decide that it was fate or something.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Edward is protective in a strange way. He’s most powerful in situations where he controls everything , which isn't usually possible in real life as he's not a particularly strong man. He has more power in the digital world so that's where he feels most comfortable looking out for you. He might watch you on security cameras to make sure you get home safe, send you texts to check in or hide your profile from the police. You can be online together and in the public eye ( for him to brag about you to his online followers of course). To tie back in with his jealousy, he would be pretty protective initially but if you told him to back off, he’d be careful to do it more secretly. 

Edward needs to be protected in a lot of ways, mostly from himself. He’s not good at looking after himself, either physically, mentally or socially. His big mouth gets him into a lot of bother so he might need you to act as a social filter. He’s had several large breakdowns in the last few years and with arkham closed for good, he has no support besides you. He needs to be grounded and kept in the present lest he get wrapped up in his thoughts. 

 T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Honestly? He doesn't really try. He's very lucky in that he can pull something out of his ass last minute and it would still have a similar effect to if he’d spent the whole month planning. Someday it's going to blow up in his face big time but he doesn't seem to care.

Same goes for everyday tasks. He's usually so focused on his own stuff that he doesn't realise other things need done. He's a master of doing things at the last second and still making it look like he put in effort.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of underestimating people, even you. He might be inclined to patronise you when you try to do things for him but just showing him that you are a capable human being is usually enough to shut him up. He's very egocentric, narcissistic and conceited, but given everything he's been through, it's not really his fault he's like this. What is his doing is his refusal to work on his faults or try to grow as a person. Perhaps with the right encouragement you could help him but don't hold your breath. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Normally yes, Edward is narcissistic and very concerned with his looks but recently, with his mental health declining, he's forgotten to take care of himself. I imagine when/if he snaps out of this funk he’ll be mortified by how he’s let himself go. He’s more concerned with how he looks socially, how he might be perceived and his reputation than what he physically looks like. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Edward is and always has been convinced he was meant to be alone. He’s somewhat made his peace with that . there would always be a hole in his heart that he really thought nothing could ever fill. But meeting you? Well that changes things. Edward will never be a complete, well rounded person but having someone to kiss his wounds and pour their love into the cracks in his being is infinitely better than being alone. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I mentioned in some of my mini headcanons for him that he used to do gymnastics as a kid. It wasn't so much that he wanted to or even enjoyed it all that much, in his highschool you just had to pick a sport and it was one of the only things that wasnt team related and had the lowest chance of being hit in the head with a ball, bat or racket. He was pretty good at it, even if he didnt like it that much , and probably could have taken home some bronze or silver awards in his state if his parents had encouraged him. Nowadays he can barely do a pullup but he's still got most of the flexibility, even if repeated breaks at the hands of batman have left him a little sore while he does it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Edward doesn't like people appearing to be smarter than him. but his ego usually protects him from acknowledging that fact. he doesn't like bullies, despite being one himself . but his most hated trait in people is alcohol use/ dependency. If he knew you were an alcoholic he likely never would have started dating you but even the odd drink will make him turn his nose up. of course, hes a hypocrite , when hes feeling really sorry for himself he will definitely drink his sorrows away in whatever hole in the ground gotham rogues frequent. the self loathing is as strong as his hangover the next morning. he knows hes like his father, in more ways than one and it makes him sick. any mention of alcohol is likely to bring up these feelings

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Edward is a chronic insomniac but there is one thing that is guaranteed to send him right to the land of nod and that is having his hair played with and his back stroked. I don't know if it was one of the few kind touches he ever received as a child or if his parents did it when he was a baby but it's one of the few things that makes him feel truly safe and cared for. Riddler has spent the majority of his life alone, so finding a partner he trusts enough to allow them not only into his space but also his bed would be a difficult thing. If that's you, however, expect him to be badgering you every night to help him get to sleep.

that took a lot longer than i thought it would! arkham riddler is obviously my favorite so i was trying to write a lot for him but i hope i havent been rambling

if you want to talk more about any of the riddlers, hmu!

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What are your ocs like when they get Maxed out Jealously?

hdjdis i took this in the context of somebody isn’t paying attention to them!

berkeley: whiny! he’s not very shy about it and is very clearly is trying to get the attention on him (showing off? being REALLY loud? following them around? all viable, it just depends on the day and time) and ain’t too proud to beg.

chase: zoned out, honestly. if he’s honestly upset by someone else ‘hogging’, then he’s just going to wait. doesn’t matter how long — he’s got all day if that’s what it takes. granted, he’s not going to do anything absurd because that’d be irresponsible. if it’s possible, he’d prefer to sit down and talk about it to prevent it from happening again. outside of it, he just minds his business and waits for an opportunity.

cordell: clingy. very clingy. not necessarily jealous, but he’s still going to assert himself on in to where he wants to be and stays right there. be it clinging to somebody’s leg, or trailing them for the entirety of the day. he’s... not subtle at all. he’s a very immediate-solution type, you know. cordell’s do as cordell’s do.

eddie: another whiny guy, but he’s moreso mopey than anything else. trails around the person whose attention he wanted, clings to them, but doesn’t really do much. if there’s someone in the way, he might glare at them a bit and bristle, but he doesn’t act out too much. he’s pretty easy to pacify!

flint: he tends to be the exasperated type when it comes to being jealous, but he takes it like a reasonable person and sits them down when they have the chance and tells them what’s up. prior to actually sorting things out though, he’ll generally make his feelings known once he feels that some boundaries have been crossed. you can usually tell though, because he’s seem a lot more cross than usual.

guts: another type to keep it on the down-low. he doesn’t really voice his frustration about it — but he keeps an eye on them? he understands that he can’t always get the attention he wants, but also he’s a huge pushover sooo. sorta just takes attention as it comes, and if it doesn’t come then, well. so be it. he’s happy enough if they wave at him, that’s good.

lola: immediately sandwiches herself between whatever the issue is and who she wants attention from — it’s not hard to tell when she’s feeling jealous because in all honesty, she’s a very blatantly obvious person. sometimes she opts for a more obnoxious and drawn out route of bugging them until they pay attention to her of their own volition, but other times she just throws herself in and immediately sorts it out because that’s so much easier! if it doesn’t work then she either gets really pissy, huffy, or whiny.

marian: he’s so very fussy and honestly? he’s on the brink of a tantrum. he hates when things aren’t going his way and especially hates it when it concerns where attention is being diverted. here’s the simple breakdown... if the attention isn’t on him? there’s a major issue here! he’s up in their face, chattering their ear off, and hogging all their focus until they have no choice but to pay attention to him. easily pacified though, depending on the day (sometimes though, marian does not forgive and he WILL NOT forget! you will rue the day you neglected him!)

nik: kicked puppy type. he doesn’t try to get in the way but he’s definitely trailing them around and watching over them and sorta just stewing in his negativity until they pay attention to him on their own — but then he’s really, really clingy after that.

penn: admittedly he’s huffy and a little petty but like. he feels bad about being petty, if that makes sense. he doesn’t go out of his way to get their attention on him but at the same time he can’t help but be a little grouchy about it, so if they eventually give him some attention then he impulsively deflects it. god damn it.

ronaldo: the tried and true adjective that applies to ronaldo always... Bitchy. he’s can be pretty pushy and aggressive when things don’t go his way, and he’s always been a fairly petty and spiteful person. that being said though, even after he scares off whoever may be hogging the person who he’s been after — that doesn’t mean they’re safe from his scorn either. they get their own fair share of insults and berating. afterwards though, he’s back to his usual snarky self without the added edge of ‘i’m seriously pissed’.

sarge: is he even capable of feeling jealous?? (read: he’s not. shocker.)

ulysses: grouchy. he doesn’t really know why — but he’s grouchy. arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, he’s just fuming in his own little corner wondering why he’s so pissed off and why’s he feel compelled to follow the person pissing him off around so badly? no clue ! (it’s called I Want Attention, But I Am Very Emotionally Stupid.). if it’s someone else in the way, he does have the tendency to sandwich himself in there — but he himself isn’t... actually sure why the hell he did that. he’s so lost, man.

vinh: a very ‘seethe in silence’ type, but if her limits are truly maxed out? she may just snap and do something. she tries to keep her distance and not do anything reckless but old habits tend to die hard. a scathing glare, a burning remark, or a surprisingly and shockingly firm grip on the wrist of whoever is neglecting to give her adequate attention — but it’s always either quick to miss or quick to quell. tries to remedy it the best she can, but you can tell that she’s a little teed off because she definitely sounds more curt than usual.

xuehai: the peacock prince returns. he’s not exactly a clingy or easily jealous person, but that doesn’t mean that sometimes he doesn’t crave attention. sometimes attention is a little harder to get, so might as well work for it. he doesn’t hesitate to insert himself between whatever is the distraction and who he wants attention from. he hardly even pays attention to the distraction once he’s squeezed himself in there — he’s unabashedly bold with getting what he wants, and what he wants is some god damn attention. pretty easy to pacify though, technically.

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