#Fade is such a fucking good band they were such a good pick for the Deadman Wonderland op

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#tag talk #hey bitches. she's afk so mom said it's my turn with the body. feels good to be back. I hate half of you parasites and I'm blocking some #same with Instagram. bunch of fucking drones posting shitty memes and sending the most unfunny jokes possible. blocking most of you there #started the process of sorting some things out with her girlfriend because damn some things are unacceptable and you've gotta say something. #she gets to do the soft and useless damage control later I guess I don't fucking care. I'm not going to let us get disrespected like that. #she lets it slide but I'm done taking shit. #sent an angry email to our therapist last night as well because fucking hell how can you be so incompetent at your fucking job. #Jesus h Christ didn't you study this in school or something? yeah we've gone through multiple therapists sorry that makes you insecure??? #you're not the first and from the looks of things you're not going to be the last either. #saw the psychiatrist this morning and bipolar confirmed I guess. we'll see whether the new meds make much of a difference. #I kind of don't want them to though. I like being out and finally able to sort our shit out. #feels good to finally message people and tell them how I feel. I don't get a voice much anymore #and ugh I hate having long hair so much but I have to keep it because she needs it so I'll put up with it for her sake but damn I miss short #short hair was genuinely so fucking good and the hassle of long hair is so stupidly intensive but gender dysphoria so whatever I guess #anyway bye you mouth breathers I'm off to go get this stupid-ass body showered #I hate having a penis too though. that's one thing we can both agree on. it's so stupid and it hangs out and the shape is so stupid #God should take constructive criticism and also mean criticism because I have some opinions about how shitty his design is #anyway. bye idiots #Fade is such a fucking good band they were such a good pick for the Deadman Wonderland op

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〚𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒〛 ✰ rockerstar! ellie x groupie! reader ✰

〚𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒〛 ellie williams. her name was everywhere- the underground music’s next breakout star, and for a good reason too- a honeyed voice mixed with gravel, her passion, energy, the fact she was everything rock and roll should be. also, let’s not forget the sex appeal.

〚𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒〛 sex, love, drugs, and rock and roll. !!TW!! for descriptions of drug usage ( c0cain, L$D) fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), strap on usage (r! receiving) overstim kinda, dom e!, sub r!

It started with a video- a grainy, shity quality one at that, but still a video. She was center stage of some grungy bar from the looks of it, spotlights illuminating her face enough to see stands of her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, and a chipped cherry red electric guitar hanging from her shoulder. She was magnetic, hypnotizing- not just with her performance, but her looks as well.

From that day on, you just had the desire to get closer to her in any way you could.

-

It had been two months since you started following her band while they toured across the West Coast. You had been to every show, seen every performance, and Ellie was starting to catch on.

The first time she saw you, you immediately caught Ellie's attention- I mean, how could you not? You were by far the hottest girl in the venue that night, swinging your hips so effortlessly it put the rest of the girls to shame. Ellie remembers that night vividly because she was so pissed she couldn't find you after the show to bring you back to her shitty motel room and have her way with you. But Ellie quickly forgot about you when the company of two other girls took your place that night, along with a few too many hits of whatever her drug of choice was during that time.

So, that's how you ended up here- at a run down gas station bathroom touching up your makeup in the middle of the fucking desert, and a van full of strangers that you were currently hitching a ride with waiting outside at the pumps.

And Ellie? Well, Ellie was doing what she always does before a show- drugs, and lots of them, whether it was molly, coke, weed, tabs, or maybe even a deadly concoction of all the above, she didn't care as long as it made her feel alive- claiming it made her perform better or something, but really she just liked being fucked up while fucking girls after the show.

While Ellie was living this "glamorous" rockstar lifestyle, you were on the complete opposite end- quitting your day job to follow some girl around who doesn't even know your name and catching rides from people who definitely look like they have seen the inside of a prison cell- AKA, you were a groupie.

The air was hot, stale. A thin layer of orangy, rust-colored sand coated the windows and the van's gaudy upholstery. The landscape outside flashed like an old fashioned reel movie, cacti, shrubs, Joshua trees, and repeat.

It was desolate, and if the road and occasional mile marker wasn't there to remind you, you would've thought you were on a different planet.

"Your stop is next, daisy." The man with a handle bar mustache yelled from the drivers seat, meeting your eyes in the review mirror.

Daisy. A nickname given to you by the group when they first picked you up further up north. You had a daisy tucked behind your ear, and from then on, you were daisy.

-

It was dark by the time you arrived at the venue, venue isn't really how you would describe it. It was more like a diner turned bar turned into whatever the fuck it was currently. You waved your goodbyes to the the group of not-so-strange strangers, all of them bidding you 'farewells' and 'good lucks' before you watched the red tails fade into the pitch dark of the desert.

For once, you were early. Turns out a bunch of traveling hippies and outcasts aren't on a timed schedule, who knew?

Even though you were early, the dirt patch of a parking lot was packed, cars in various stages of deterioration lining the sides of the building, and people gathering outside to avoid the cramped interior. But you weren't here to socialize or drink and get high- you just wanted to see her, dance to the strum of her guitar, and let her voice consume and overtake you.

It was 40-ish minutes past midnight, meaning Ellie and her band were late, but that's not a surprise. She had a bad habit of keeping the people waiting, but she was a busy girl- hanging out backstage or at a hotel, a room full of girls for her to pick from, and no shortage of drugs and alcohol. But tonight, she went a little too overboard. Her band mates were practically carrying her across the motel parking lot to their van, trying to get her to sober up on the way to the venue with water and motivational speeches that mostly consisted of "get your fucking shit together".

The short 30 minute drive to the venue was barely long enough to get Ellie back in the right state of mind. She was slightly unsteady on her feet, and her speech was a little slurred, but she's used to preforming under these conditions.

You waited patiently of course, babying a strong cocktail mix since you didn't dare get drunk and risk not remembering every detail of the night- every detail of her.

When the crowd shifted their attention to the back entrance of the building, silent murmurs at first before a load cheer erupting was when you knew, she was here, and she looked like heaven- a black tank top that was torn near the neckline, a studded belt loosely securing a pair of baggy, black patchwork cargo pants.

The crowd parted a pathway for her as she made her way through the room with her bandmates following behind, a cigarette tucked between her lips as she'd occasionally stop to sign whatever was thrown at her- a piece of paper, cash, a pair of tits- which she'd always happily comply, but if she saw a girl she liked, she would lick her pointer finger and index, smearing part of her signature on their cleavage while the marker was still wet to subtly let you know that she wanted your company for the night- at least, that's the rumor you've heard.

You found yourself holding your breath- she was so close, a mere body or two keeping you at arm's length from her. You could smell the cigarette smoke, and see the details of her chipped black nail polish holding the marker between her fingers.

Ellie hands the notebook and marker back into the wave of hands, looking up while blowing out a cloud of smoke, and that's when she sees you. She was about to walk off, but she stopped for a second. You don't look like you belong- you were different, sweet, and innocent-looking compared to the rest of the audience. But she doesn't let her eyes linger long, she has a show to put on after all.

She turned, and walked towards the stage stairs, and centered herself behind the mic. She shifted her weight on her feet, and took one last drag of the cigarette before suffocating the embers on a ashtray near the edge of the stage.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" She barely could make out before the crowds hollering drowned out her voice. She laughed into the mic while plugging a cord into her guitar that was connected to a beefy looking amp.

Her ego was at its biggest right now- just her mere appearance could make a group of strangers act like dogs, and she fucking loved it.

She played a few cords on the guitar, ensuring the tune was where she wanted it before looking back up into the crowd, "c'mon, you can do better than that." And even though her mouth was covered by the mic, you could tell she was smirking.

The crowd cheered louder, fists clenched high above the sea of heads, and chanted her name over and over exactly how she wanted them to.

And for you? Well, you were also chanting her name, maybe not as loud, but you were too busy squeezing your way through to get to the front.

She needed to be able to see you.

And she did see you- you were front row, playfully singing and dancing along, your bright, twinkling eyes boring into every little thing she did- from the way she'd run her hand through the front of her hairline, ridding her face of the baby hairs and bangs, down to the way her fingers curled over the frets of her guitar. She made sure to look elsewhere into the crowd, interacting with everyone, but her eyes always found themselves back on you.

-

Ellie closed out the show with an encore, most of the crowd was overly intoxicated at this point, stumbling, and starting meaningless fights with whoever was closest- aka the usual time you'd leave, but you couldn't, at least, not when Ellie was walking towards you, her eyes set on you. You glanced to your right then your left- confused, and definitely was searching for an explanation as to why she was getting closer. Surely, it was someone else who caught her attention, but it was only you nearby.

You take a step back from the stage as the tips of her dirty converse near the edge. She bends down at the knees before sitting all together, dangling her legs over the edge. She doesn't say anything, and you didn't either, maybe from intimidation mixed with confusion as to why she chose to sit here out of all places.

She reaches her tattooed arm behind, shifting her weight to pull out a pack of cigarettes, and offering the carton to you, but you shyly decline. She smirked, a dimple deepening on the one side of her cheek, "So-" She said, her voice momentarily muffled by the cigarette between her lips, "-you don't look like you're from here, where'd you come from, baby?" She ignited the end with a metal lighter, holding a free hand up to cover the flame which only amplified the warm glow of the flame on her face.

You chuckled a nervous laugh, looking down at your fingers as she blew out a puff of smoke, "M' not. I'm from up north. " Your voice trembled, leaking with submission and uncertainty which only fascinated her more, but also she was frustrated- most girls wouldn't need a conversation to know what Ellie wanted from them, and you weren't looking at her.

She grabs your hand, and pulls you closer to the space between her knees. A sharp breath gets caught in your throat as she does this, your cheeks hot, and your gut feels like it's jumping being this close to her- enough to smell the fumes of her cologne mixed with ash. You watch her fingers come up and hover over your chest, her fingers gently dancing along the skin of your clavicle to examine the charm of your necklace, but really it was just a flirtation tactic to her.

"What's a girl like you doing in the desert in the middle of the night, huh?" She asked, dropping her voice down to an almost whisper- raspy, and thick with suggestion. You shake your head side to side, a nervous tick of yours when you felt uncomfortable, but being uncomfortable isn't always a bad thing.

"I uh-" you paused, mentally wavering if you should tell the truth since it does seem a little pathetic. "-I wanted to see you play."

Ellie's eyebrows raise, her bottom lip puckering into a frown with a slight nod. "Is that so?" She hummed, rolling the edges of the charm between her fingers. Ellie was certain she had seen you before. It wasn't a trick of the light or getting your face confused with some other hot chick- you were unmistakable. But she didn't want you to know that she found you out, not yet, not now.

Ellie learned in further, your knees almost buckling out from under you, feeling her breath against your lips. She played it off like she was getting a closer look at your necklace, extending the religious symbolic charm out so the chain tugged on your neck. "Do you believe?" She asked, still looking at the damn necklace, furrowing her brows like she was in a deep philosophical thought.

You swallowed dryly, wishing you still had your drink from easier, "N-not really-" you stuttered, "it was a gift from when I was younger."

Ellie chuckled, but it wasn't lighthearted or sweet- it was dark, methodical, and a tad bit sadistic.

She released the charm from her fingers, letting it hit your bare chest with a muted thud before looking up. Her eyes were a darker shade than you remembered them being- irises blown out and framed beautifully by a thick band of dark eyelashes.

Her hand reached out and gently grabbed you by the wrist before yanking you closer so your tummy was flush with the side of the stage, leaving only a few inches between your tits and the denim of her crotch.

You inhaled a sharp, breathy yelp as she did this, your hands not knowing what to do or where to divert your eyes- her hands on you, her face so close to yours that you could count the freckles on her cheeks, even the ones that are faint enough to miss- or maybe how her thighs were drifting apart, and you were in between them.

Her hand comes up, which causes you to squeeze your eyes shut, but the wrinkles around your eyes relax as you feel her hand on your face and her lips on yours. You moaned instantly at the contact, resting your hand on her thigh where it felt most comfortable. Ellie took this opportunity to slip her tongue inside, using the muscle to work against yours. Her hand snakes down your side, squeezing the soft flesh of your hip before pulling away, leaving you breathless, and hazy.

Her eyes were intense looking into yours, her lips wet and craving a deeper satisfaction.

She only said one thing, a simple sentence that would separate you from being just some regular fan,

"Come with me tonight, and I'll show you something worth believing."

-

So that's how your night shifted- how one decision to follow some band across the state had finally paid off because now you were here- a hotel room, alone with the band's most valuable member snorting lines of a white powdery substance off of a mirror topped end table.

Ellie held the rolled 20 between her fingers, putting the end of it to her nose while the index on her other closed the opposing nostril shut. She dragged the end of the cylinder across the smuggled surface, inhaling deeply until the white line disappeared behind it.

"Fuuck-" She sighed, throwing her head back, and swipes the bottom of her nose with her thumb,

"Here-" She held out the rolled 20 for you to take, but you lean away,

"I don't do that stuff."

She looks at you curiously, a furrow between her brows that suggests she found your refusal even more entertaining.

Ellie leaned forward and turned her body to face you on the edge of the dusty duvet, "What-" She scoffed, "'think you're too good for it?"

You shook your head violently, indicating a 'no', "No- no, that's not what I meant-"

Ellie laughed, causing you to stop mid-sentence, "I'm just fucking with you, doll. I should've known." She smiles, and you return the smile in relief that you didn't actually offend her.

Your eyes divert to the wallpapered walls- a faint pattern of stripes with cream-colored baseboards, a warm yellowed lamp on the bedside being the only source of light in the room to contrast the night outside.

You felt her hand creep up your thigh, tempting the skin below the hem of your dress before it disappeared underneath the fabric altogether. She leaned in, her other hand on your face to encourage you closer, whispering a "so soft" in a raspy breath before connecting your lips with hers.

It started slow- her lips overlapping yours like a soft current on a still morning before it turned into a ranging one during a windy cast. You moaned into her- soft and delicate mews between each detachment, and it fueled her.

Ellie's body overpowered yours, using her strength to her advantage. But it's not like she needed it- you were putty in her hands, fully committing yourself to her, letting her push you into your back, and her body hovering on top of yours.

You squirmed beneath her- each bump, and drag of her knee between your legs left you feeling more desperate.

"Ellie-" you broke the kiss in a breathless euphoria, looking up at her with a needy expression. Ellie knew that face well- it's not like she had all this experience and didn't know what to do with it, so- she got up, leaving you alone on the bed, and walked over to a black duffle bag decorated with pins of miscellaneous logos and bands.

She riffled through it, pulling a small clear plastic bag out before joining you back on the bed.

She opened the baggie, pulling something out no bigger than the size of a postage stamp, and tearing it into smaller halves before looking up,

"Do you trust me?" She asked, her green eyes piercing into yours, causing a wet sensation to spill from the heat between your legs. You swallowed, not really sure what you were agreeing to, but you nodded anyway, "Yes, Ellie... I trust you."

She placed the colorfully decorated paper on her tongue and held the sides of your face, kissing you and slipping her tongue inside, transferring whatever it was into your mouth before pulling away. "Swallow." She demanded, tilting your face up by your chin, and you did it without hesitation- straining the walls of your throat as the mystery stamp slid downwards.

She smirked, and swiped her thumb over your bottom lip, "good girl."

She followed it up by doing the same, placing the tab on her tongue and swallowing, but she made it seem so much more intentional like a ritual of some sorts.

Ellie leaned away from you in the bed to rest her back against the headboard and pillows, "C'mere" she said nonchalantly, patting her thighs.

With shaky knees, you did as you were told and crawled your way up her legs until you were straddling her waist.

Her hands come up to rest on your hips, her thumbs tracing circles through the flimsy fabric of your dress, "so obedient" she said lightly, almost under her breath to herself and not at you directly. 

Her hands started to wander- first on your hips, then down to your thighs, gliding them up to the plush beneath your skirt. You felt her fingertip squeeze and caress, sending chills up your spine and a hot/cold sensation throughout your body.

Next, her lips were on yours, and her fingers were tightening the follicles on the back of your scalp as the kisses became more intense. Your back instinctively arches, and you reach a hand between your legs to soothe the ache, but she stops you with a firm grip on your wrist, "Gettin' impatient, huh?" She said in a cocky tone, smirking against your lips. You whimpered- nodding your head, and grabbed her hand, inching it closer to your core.

Ellie chucked at this- the kind of chuckle that was half way a scoff, and half way felt like an insult.

"Damn- you need me to fill you up that bad? 'thought you were one of them good girls."

She tisked her tongue against her teeth, but still let you guid her hand where you needed her.

The back of her knuckles grazed between the pillowy folds over your panties, going agonizingly slow before turning her hand over to fully palm your cunt.

You melt on top of her, resting your head against her shoulder, all the while dragging your hips against her hand.

She turns her head, her warm breath fanning against the helix of your ear, "You're so wet and I've barely touched you."

Her words echoed throughout your brain like her voice waves were sending signals to every part of your body. And her touch was magnified- each cell, fiber, and pore was experiencing a new sense of heightened, whether it be because of the drugs or not, you couldn't be sure.

"El-Ellie, please... need you."

Your words rang a siren song to Ellie's ears, creating a sticky pool between her own legs. She muttered a guttural "fuck" before she grabs you by the sides of your thighs, flipping you over so she was on top of you.

She was already yanking down your underwear, and tossing them to the side before you could comprehend what was happening. You felt her fingers stinging to the flesh of your thighs, prying them apart like she couldn't wait to see you, to taste you.

You sucked in a sharp breath as her tongue lightly traced a line down your folds before her lips met your clit where she pulsated the bud between her lips, letting out a moan as she made contact, "fuuck-" She curses before flicking her tongue over your bundle of nerves, igniting a colorful array of shapes behind your tightly closed eyes.

She was messy but precise- using her tongue along with the motion of her head to send you that much further. Your fingers tangled in her hair, tugging harder the closer you got which was the perfect time in Ellie's eyes to add a finger.

She slowly pushed her middle finger inside, stopping halfway at her knuckle to let you adjust before slamming it all the way till her knuckles were snug against your puffy lips.

You wriggled beneath her, reaching out to push her away with a palm to her shoulder, but that only makes her add a second finger.

You cry out loudly through heavy breaths, the veins on her forearm coming to the surface of her skin from how much force she was using, and her mouth putting in just as much work.

You were climbing higher and higher, the peripheral of your vision going white-

"Ellie... I'm- I'm gonna-" You don't have much time to warn her before your body starts to spaz, starting at your hips and up into your chest like volts of electricity through a highly active current.

Your knees close around her head, your back arching high off the mattress, and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. She slows her pace as you come down before pulling her fingers out and lifting her head.

With your eyes closed, and an arm draped over your face, you feel her pat the inside of your thigh before her weight leaves the bed.

She comes back a couple of minutes later, only opening your eyes when you feel her weight return to the mattress.

Your eyes go wide as you take notice of the new attachment- a black, strappy harness with buckles near her hips, and a crude shaped silicone cock bulging at her crotch.

She lowers herself over you, her hands on each side of your head before she leans down to kiss you, slipping her tongue inside. She pulled back, momentarily admiring the way you looked just from something as simple as oral and some fingering- glossy eyes, puffy lips smeared with her spit, and if she looked down- how your inner thighs glistened.

Her lips trial from yours, staring at your neck, then your chest, and finally your tits which Ellie had absolutely no problem with pulling the straps down to expose them, leaving the fabric bunched around your stomach. In her eyes, everything she wanted- no, needed was accessible this way.

Ellie looks up, placing a delicate kiss on the skin of your lower stomach, "Got one more fr' me, pretty girl?" She asked softly, tenderly, but it still managed to come off more intimidating than a question should sound.

You nodded shyly, a small whine emitting from the back of your throat, looking down at her with your breasts out for her viewing, grabbing pleasure, and your legs spread wide, ready to take her.

She lifted her upper half up, slim fingers holding the base of her cock, and lined the artificial tip with your entrance. She glided the tip up your folds, coating it with your slick, and let out a sultry exhale since she could practically see your walls clenching around nothing in preparation for her.

She teased you for a bit- only giving you a couple of inches before backing away and repeating, each time causing you to whine harder and harder out of frustration. Sure, Ellie was having her fun watching you squirm, grab for her, and fuck- how your hole gapped each time she pulled out, a clear, viscous fluid leaking from it, but she was growing just as impatient- feeling your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer, pleading variations of her name and "please" and who is she to deny you when you ask so nicely?

She thrusts her hips forward until her crotch was flesh with your ass, your legs in the air, and her hands pushing on the back of your thighs.

"Is this what you wanted, huh?" She gritted, pulling her hips back only to snap them forward again.

You cried out loudly, curling your fingers around the bedsheets until the blood stopped circulating, turning the skin there a lighter shade than the rest of you.

She pushed harder on the back of your thighs- your knees pressed up against your chest, and using what you can imagine is all of her strength to thrust into you. She was reaching the deepest part of your cervix- grunting and moaning on Ellie's end while you mewled high-pitched noises mixed with the wet slapping of her cock repeatedly slamming into you.

Ellie's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly upward, and her lips parted as insufficient, short breaths seep from them. Her hips started to falter from the endless abuse her clit was suffering behind the base of her strap, her boxers now a sticky, cold mess that stuck to her cunt and thighs.

She collapses on top of you, snugging herself between your legs to connect her lips to yours in a desperate effort, overpowering all your senses with her. She continues to fill you over and over again, both of you moaning in between breathless lips.

You wrapped her arms around her as her head hung low into your neck, digging your nails into the skin of her shoulder blades.

"El... mmhm- I'm gonna-" You babbled before biting your lip to silence the cry that was bubbling in the back of your throat, and Ellie wasn't far behind.

The pistoning motions of her hips turned into a grinding one- keeping a steady pace and rolling her hips forward, "M-me too- fuck... stay with me, yeah?" She said in between soft pants, the warmth of her breath brushing against your lips as her hand came up to gently but firmly wrap around your neck.

Ellie's head goes fuzzy as you looked up at her with your half-hooded gaze and your perfectly rosette lips that are just begging to be wrapped around something, so- she released the hold she had on your neck and brought her two fingers that were previously inside of you to your mouth.

She didn't even have to say anything for you to part your lips wider, slipping her fingers inside and rolling them over your tongue.

You moan, closing your lips around her as her fingers reach further back, causing tears to fall from the corner of your eyes.

"That's it-" She coaxed, her eyes focused on the split trailing down your chin,"-such a good girl."

She motioned her fingers in and out in a vulgar manner, bitting her bottom lip before pulling her fingers out all together to fist the bed sheets beside her.

"Fuckfuckfuck-oh my god-" She grunted incoherently, dropping her head to space between your neck and shoulder. Her forehead glistened with proof of her efforts as she rushed the pace to ease the itch between her legs.

You tightened your legs around her waist, pretty little noises falling on Ellie's ears as you both peak.

She rolls her hips- making it slow and deep until your voice grows tired and quiet before pushing her upper half away from you.

You wince at her absence, feeling your walls retract back to its original shape like the sand inside of an hourglass.

She plopped down beside you with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, pulling up the bottom of her tank top to wipe the slick/sweat mixture from her chin and nose, giving you a few seconds to admire her hardened stomach and prominent 'v' which lead your eyes down to the fake dick still standing high between her thighs.

She catches you looking, the corner of her lips tugging into a smirk as she lets out a low chuckle.

You meet her eyes, realizing you have been caught, which causes you to look away quickly, but her hand grabs yours.

"Gettin' shy on me now after all that?" She said, pulling at your hand to silently instruct you to get on top of her, so you did.

Her hands rub up and down your thighs, and her bottom lip snug between her teeth. She eyes your body, starting from your tits down to her cock that is resting against your lower stomach.

"Wanna do me a favor?" She asked, palming the fat of your thigh that spilled over the heels of your feet. You hummed at her- a sweet, genuine hum that was full of eagerness to assist her, which almost made Ellie feel bad for what she was about to say- key word almost.

"Put that pretty little mouth of yours to use and clean me up."

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part 2 of the steddie fight steve whump - now with as-promised eddie whump 💕 part 1 here

Eddie isn’t a good man.

Steve thinks he is, Eddie knows. He says it all the time. Eddie thinks that good men don’t need to be announced as good men, that their goodness is obvious enough without anyone pointing it out, but he doesn’t want to argue about it with Steve. He hates when Eddie doesn’t see himself like Steve sees him, so he just does his best to be the person Steve thinks he is.

He did a spectacularly shitty job of that today.

He took it too far. Cut too deep. Knew it the second the words came out of his mouth, didn’t even need to see the color drain from Steve’s face as the blow landed, but he was treated to the sight anyway. He watched the angry flush fade into a sickly pale pallor as those long pretty lashes fluttered and that plush mouth parted in surprise, in shock, before Steve’s jaw had snapped shut so hard his teeth clacked.

And then it was gone. As quickly as the hurt had been written all over Steve’s face, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Eddie hates when he does that, when he hides how he feels and refuses to share his hurt and sadness with Eddie, but can he blame him for concealing it? Can he demand to be shown it when he’s the one who put that expression on Steve’s face in the first place?

And the worst of it is - he’d felt a sick kind of satisfaction at the sight. And he hates himself for it now, with hindsight and self-awareness, feels disgusting for the way he’d reveled in the sense of victory he’d felt. He’d won. He’d hurt Steve and he’d won the argument by doing so, at least that round of it, had stopped their back and forth with one sentence, and he’d seen him fold in on himself and go ice-cold in a way Steve hasn’t been with him in a long, long time, maybe ever, not since they started this whole thing between them.

He’d taken the win while he had it, heard Steve say something about the guest room and rolled his eyes, Steve can be so dramatic when they fight. He’d turned tail and done the worst thing he could have fucking done, can’t even claim hindsight for this one because he’d known even as he was doing it that leaving then, when he’d been asked what he’d been asked and answered like he’d answered - he’d known it was cruel. Known it was salt in the wound, and he’d ground it in with a perverse satisfaction, slammed the door behind him and everything.

He took a couple walks around the block, chain-smoked half a pack of cigarettes, debated going to Gareth’s to rant and ramble and try to get somebody on his side even though he knows Gareth likes Steve more than he likes Eddie some days - his boy is too charismatic for his own good, won over all of Eddie’s friends with the slightest bit of effort.

He sat on the fucking curb and lost track of time quick, watched the darkening sky deepen until it was black and the streets were barren and his hands were frozen, until he’d thought himself into and out of every scenario possible, until all that was left to do was admit to himself how badly he fucked up.

Anger kept the guilt from setting in immediately, because he’d been so angry, so furious with Steve for - for–

He can’t even pick out what in particular pissed him off so much, and isn’t that rich? Because deep down, he wasn’t angry. Not really.

He was terrified.

Eddie’s been distant lately, he knows. He’s been taking more gigs and staying out later after them, he’s been working more shifts, he’s been hanging out with the band and saying he has ‘practice’ when really they’re just sitting around getting high and wasting time. Sometimes he doesn’t even give an excuse, just turns up late and acts like he can’t see the mix of worry-anger-hurt painted all over Steve’s face, he just wraps him up in his arms and covers his face with kisses and acts like they’re fine, like there’s not a tightness squeezing his heart so hard he’s afraid it’ll stop beating altogether.

He’s been pushing it too much. Disappearing too often. But he just doesn’t know how to explain it - the fear that settles bone-deep in him when he thinks about how happy he is for too long. If there’s one thing Eddie’s life has taught him, it’s that happiness and safety - all that shit is temporary. He’ll lose it eventually. It’ll get damaged somehow, he’ll piss someone off or do something wrong, he’ll break the delicate balance that’s afforded him a safety net and that net will disappear, and he’ll be left in a free-fall and forced to pick up his own shattered pieces when he lands, alone and hurt and starting all over yet again.

He’s so, so tired of starting over. 

So he’s been trying to…delay the inevitable, maybe. If he’s not around, Steve can’t be tired of him, right? And that’s not fair to Steve either, but Eddie’s selfish at the best and worst of times and he’s been prioritizing getting himself through this, has switched to survival mode so thoroughly that he’s not been able to recognize the only threat he’s trying to protect himself from is him.

Self-sabotage is a habit that’s deeply ingrained in Eddie. It’s the only thing he knows sometimes, the defense mechanism that feels like coming home, but when you grew up in a home like he did, sometimes familiarity isn’t safe, not like it should be.

It blinds him to everything and everyone, makes it so he doesn’t recognize he’s even doing it until it’s too late. Until he’s pushing everyone away and hurting the people he loves, until the person he loves most in the world is standing in front of him and yelling in their living room asking if Eddie wants to be here with him.

And that’s another thing, isn’t it? Of course Eddie wants to be with Steve. Of course he wants the comfort that comes with loving someone and being loved, but he can’t deny that that’s terrifying in its own right - that the idea of being tethered to something freaks him the fuck out. And he knows, he knows that’s part of the whole avoidance thing too - his heart searching for freedom where it can find it, loving Steve but being terrified of Steve at the same time, of what he means, of that string that keeps them together always, no matter what.

Usually the thought of that is wonderful and welcome and fantastic. Sometimes it’s something he absolutely cannot think about. And that leads him right back here, not fucking thinking and leaving Steve alone and acting like he’s done nothing wrong when he knows damn well he’s the fucking problem here.

Steve was yelling because Eddie hadn’t considered him. Eddie hadn’t thought of Steve, or his life with Steve, and Steve was angry about it. And he had every right to be. But all Eddie could see, could feel, had been a noose around his neck, a tie to something - to someone that felt like it was taking control.

Eddie had panicked, and he did what he does best - he ran.

Scorched earth, feet to the ground, bolted away from the issue the best he knew how, let himself sit in that self-appointed righteousness of finding an escape except he’d run from the one thing, the one person, he’d promised never to run from.

This is the downside of loving someone you know inside and out. This is the result of baring his soul to Steve and having Steve bare his back - he’s seen the delicate, vulnerable bits of that man and knows exactly where to strike.

Regret eats at him. How could he say that to Steve? How could he do this to Steve? Eddie knows his temper is mercurial at the best of times, knows his moods can change with the weather, but there’s no excuse for allowing them and his fear to take over like they had. It’s something he has to work on, he’s known it for a while, but this is the final nail in the coffin.

He’d thought he was past the worst of this, of his anxiety eating him alive and taking things from him, thought interdimensional monsters and almost dying and falling in love in the aftermath of it all meant that the mundane normal life shit would be easy, but the universe does so love to prove Eddie Munson wrong.

There’s nothing in the world worth losing Steve over. And sure, Eddie can be a coward, has cowardice in his goddamn blood some days, but if there’s anything worth being brave over, it’s the man waiting for him at home right now.

This is fixable, he tells himself. He’ll apologize. He’ll grovel and make it up to Steve and he’ll be glued to his goddamn side for the rest of their fucking lives if that’s what it takes. Anything to show him that Eddie didn’t mean it.

He wanders his way home with his metaphorical tail between his legs, hoping that he’s right - because Steve would be well within his rights to be tired of his shit by now. Steve would be more than justified in calling it quits over this - because it isn’t just one fight. This one fight was a culmination of issues and he sealed the deal with a fucking calculated attack and he has no idea what he’s about to come home to, not really, he’s just hoping that home still feels like home when he walks in the door, and he only needs Steve for that.

He doesn’t know what time it is when he makes it in. Just knows that the apartment is dark and shadowy and the only light in the place is in the hall, so he doesn’t call out to Steve. 

For a moment he’s terrified that maybe Steve isn’t here, maybe he left, but he knows that’s his modus operandi, not Steve’s, and besides, the guest room door is closed. He remembers what Steve had said, stone-faced and monotone, ‘I’m staying in the guest room tonight,’ and Eddie hates that Steve isn’t in their bed, but at least he’s here. Hopefully he’s asleep - and he feels like a piece of shit for hoping for it because he knows he just wants to avoid this conversation, even if Steve getting some rest would be a good thing. His baby doesn’t sleep too well. Neither of them do.

He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up by the door, forgets to take his shoes off like always and desperately, desperately hopes that Steve will still be willing to bitch at him for it in the morning.

His heart is a stone that’s sunk down to his stomach. He doesn’t have words, had tried to craft something pretty to say on the walk home, but his theatrics won’t help him now and his sincerity is drowning in his guilt and he doesn’t know how to fix this. How does he apologize for this? Not just the fight today, but all of it? He’s got nothing but he knows he can’t let this sit like this, can’t stand it, can’t leave the two of them in this limbo and abandon Steve to whatever awful thoughts are swimming around in that pretty head.

He knows Steve. He knows his fears, his insecurities. He knows he hit them all like a fucking bullseye with a single sentence and the rest of his actions would have taken him down the rest of the way.

He left. He’s spent so long promising Steve that’s the one thing he would never do, that he’s a runner but never from Steve, and yet he’s slinking his way through their apartment after doing exactly that, hesitant and quiet as he can be but he’s terrible at being quiet, and he winces at the volume of the thunk that sounds when he pauses in front of the guest room and leans on the closed door.

He can’t hear Steve through it, but that doesn’t mean much - he could be lying awake, hoping Eddie just continues his path down the hall, hoping to be left alone and spared the groveling that Eddie knows he has to do. Could be that Steve doesn’t want to see him, doesn’t want to deal with him, just wants some peace after all the shouting they’d done earlier. Eddie wouldn’t begrudge him that.

But a bigger part of him, a worried part of him, knows that it’s unlikely.

No, the bigger part of him, the bit of him that’s tied to Steve Harrington’s heart, knows with almost certainty that Steve is lying on that unfamiliar bed wide awake. He knows he’s hurting, knows he’s upset, knows he wishes that Eddie would just come in and fix things. 

He presses his forehead to the door like he can transfer his thoughts through osmosis - he thinks it’s osmosis, he isn’t sure, science was the least strong of his not-strong suits, okay - and have Steve just know everything he wants to tell him, and then he shuffles the rest of the way down the hall to buy himself some time.

He changes into pajamas as he goes over everything he wants to say, trying to work it into something coherent and level-headed, but at this point he’s debating just falling to his knees and begging Steve to not leave him, which, well - he’s had worse ideas.

He doesn’t want to lose Steve. But he knows he might. Has to accept that as a possibility. Has to face that and resist the urge to deny it, to own that he’s royally fucked up and might lose the most important person in the world to him, even if the very idea makes him want to rip his heart out of his goddamn chest.

Call him dramatic. It doesn’t make it less true.

He pads his way back down the hall, the familiar orange glow from the dimmed light less a comfort and more like he’s walking down to a fucking gate to hell, and comes to a stop outside the guest room. He takes a breath, braces himself, and then raises a hand, knocking gently.

“Baby? You in there Stevie?” he asks, and he doesn’t get an answer, but when he quietly opens the door he catches the motion of Steve ducking his head down. He’s awake, then. Pretending not to be, but that’s okay - Eddie can work around that. 

He can’t make out anything but the rough shape of Steve in the bed - his own body in the doorway is blocking most of the light trying to illuminate the dark room. He knows the shape of that lump on a mattress, and he walks closer, almost reaching out - but he wouldn’t be able to stand it if he touched Steve and he flinched, or if he pulled away from his reach. So he pulls his hand back, and sinks down onto the edge of the mattress, and takes a deep breath, letting the silence sit between them.

And Eddie’s a goddamn coward, can’t even look at his baby, keeps his back to him in the dimness of the room so he doesn’t have to see the anger and the hurt as he tries to apologize for a hurt that he never should have caused. And he can’t see him, but he can hear him - he can hear the little hitches in his breath, the stutters of it, the soft trembles that Steve is trying to keep steady, and each one is like a stab to the fucking heart, and he really cannot fucking take this anymore, so–

“I know you’re awake,” he says, and Steve goes silent behind him. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Let’s just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.” He wishes Steve would yell. He wishes his baby would get all his anger and his frustration out and they could move on, he wishes Steve would get so fucking mad and lash out because Eddie deserves it– and he tries to stop that train of thought before it gets too off track because that’s mean, Steve isn’t like that to him and it’s not fair to expect it from him. Even if it would make things easier if he could just hope for an easy way out.

He takes a breath, and starts where he thinks is best, the only starting point he can really think of.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” Steve says, sharp voice a little rough, but it’s strong and it’s steady and something in Eddie relaxes a bit. Steve’s still mad. Eddie can work with mad.

“So you are awake,” he tries to joke, and it lands about as well as he thought it would.

“Yeah,” is what he gets back, and he lifts his head, tries to pick out the vague pattern of the popcorn ceiling above them in the dark. He can feel eyes on him, knows Steve’s staring him down.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and Steve makes a soft, gutted sound from behind him. “What I said - what I did–” he shakes his head. “It wasn’t right. I should have never–”

“If you’re going to break up with me will you just get it over with?” Steve interrupts, snappy and frosty but his voice cracks something fierce, and hold on, what.

“Hold on, what?” he says aloud, like a dumbass, but sue him, he doesn’t know how else to express the utter confusion taking him over right now.

Steve scoffs at him, and there’s a shuffle behind him but Eddie’s moving too, finally turning and - oh.

Oh, no. Steve pushes himself to sit up and Eddie takes him in, his reddened puffy eyes and the tense set of his jaw, clenched so it doesn’t shake.

“I don’t need you to apologize for breaking up with me,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest, defensive, shoulders up to his ears, weight shifted back like he’s two seconds from lurching away from Eddie to wedge himself in the corner like that’ll keep him safe. And it’s so odd - it’s so wrong - to see Steve, the fighter, the one who punches first, so defensive, but he supposes it makes sense when the enemy is Eddie, and god, doesn’t that just feel like a kick in the fucking teeth. “If you don’t wanna fucking be with me anymore I get it, okay, I don’t need the spiel, I don’t need the whole it’s not you it’s me thing, just - just do it and get it over with and I can - I can move out, I’ll get out of the way and I’ll leave you alone and–”

“Shut up,” Eddie says sharply, and then cringes at himself because come on Munson, a little gentleness would be good right now, but he’s off-kilter in a way he didn’t expect. Steve flinches a little, but he stands his ground, eyes wide as he keeps them on Eddie. “Shut up, I am not - you thought I was breaking up with you?” 

Steve flails his arms a little, tossing them up. “Well - you - I mean–” he stutters, “why the fuck else are you here!”

“To apologize!” Steve freezes and stares at him like he didn’t know that option was even on the table. “Baby,” Eddie says, achingly soft, and he doesn’t stop himself from reaching this time, catching hold of Steve’s arm and pulling him close as he closes the distance between them both.

They’re on their knees on the mattress, crowded into each other’s space, and Steve won’t look him in the eye. “Steve,” he tries, but he just gets a minute shake of his head for his efforts. Steve isn’t touching him, fingers curling into tight fists in the space between them like he’s trying to keep himself from reaching out, but he isn’t pulling away from Eddie’s touch either so he keeps going. He skates his fingertips in a soft touch down Steve’s bicep, over his elbow, brushing along his forearm and feeling goosebumps pop up. 

He takes hold of Steve’s hand, rubs the back of it with his thumb, watches Steve’s gaze dart to where they’re touching as Eddie maps out the familiar pattern of Steve’s moles. Freckled even here, on these warm hands Eddie loves so much, these hands that are shaking faintly in Eddie’s gentle grip.

“You don’t gotta look at me,” he says softly, and he squeezes Steve’s hand tighter, “but please - please, angel, just listen to me, okay?” Steve’s breath hitches again, but he nods, and Eddie will take what he can get as he clasps Steve’s trembling hand between both of his own.

“Steve, I’m sorry,” he says, watching what he can see of Steve’s face, orange light slicing over his features from the doorway. Those eyes he loves are fixed on their hands and he can’t tell if he’s watching in fear or hope or both. “What I said…I didn’t mean it, okay?” And it sounds hollow to his own ears, so he tries again. “I just - I wanted to hurt you, and…” 

Steve gives a bitchy little eye roll and Eddie’s heart skips a beat, staring at his pretty, tear-stained face and clinging to that small glimpse of normalcy. “Well mission accomplished, I guess,” Steve says, bitter and sad, and Eddie groans softly.

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t…I tried the whole time I was out to think of the right words to say but I just - I dunno how to explain it,” he says, frustrated with himself, and he feels the smallest little squeeze to his hand.

“Try,” Steve says, quiet, “...please,” and his voice cracks again and it feels like a fucking knife in Eddie’s stomach.

“I was scared,” he blurts out, and finally, finally Steve looks at him.

“...What?” His brows furrow, his mouth turns down, “scared of what?” “Of you,” he says, and that’s not quite right, and Steve’s face falls even more, looking nauseous.

“I’m sorry,” Steve croaks, and he tries to pull his hand away but Eddie just grips it tighter, “I’m sorry, Eddie, I shouldn’t have yelled like that or gotten mad and - and I would never hurt you, Eds–”

“Nonono, baby,” Eddie scrambles to interrupt, shaking his head so hard his hair flies around a little, “no, that’s not - I wasn’t scared of you like that.” He raises a hand, grabbing hold of Steve’s face, keeping their eyes on one another while he has the chance, “I meant - I was–” he makes a little frustrated sound, “...I was scared that I’d lose you,” he says, and God, fuck, thank God Steve is who he is and he knows Eddie how he knows him, because understanding starts to bloom in those bloodshot eyes.

“...And so you lashed out,” he whispers, and Eddie nods again.

“And so I lashed out.” Guilt paints his words. “And I’ve been avoiding you. Avoiding home. Staying away because - because if I’m not around then you can’t get annoyed, or tired of me, right? And that’s so fucking stupid, okay, I know it is, I’m a fucking idiot, really, biggest moron in the world, and a goddamn coward–”

“Hey,” Steve says sharply, and Eddie’s words die with a little whine in his throat. “You are not a coward. You’re the bravest person I know.”

“Dustin would like a word,” he shoots back, and Steve huffs, narrowing his eyes at him. Eddie gives him a small, self-deprecating smile.

“I just mean,” he soldiers on, “I’ve been doing wrong by you.” Steve looks away again. “And I’m sorry. I know I’ve been hurting you and I want to do better, Stevie, I do.” He squeezes Steve’s hand.

He watches as Steve rolls his lips in, biting them hard, his brows tight and his shoulders going tense again. Eddie wants to fill the space with his own chatter, pour out even more apologies, but he lets the silence sit - he lets Steve have the space to collect his thoughts, to think of what he wants to say.

Finally, he speaks. “It felt like you didn’t love me anymore,” Steve says, and Eddie can’t help the heartbroken little sound he makes.

“No,” he says fiercely, and he crowds into Steve’s personal space, takes his face in his hands and cradles his cheeks in his palms. “Absolutely fucking not, baby,” he insists, and Steve reaches up, covering Eddie’s hands with his like he’s trying to pull all the warmth from Eddie and into himself.

“What else was I supposed to think?” Steve asks, “you were just - you were gone all the time, and you never wanted to talk about it, and you were always busy with stuff that didn’t involve me and it was like you didn’t want to be around me anymore. And when we fought tonight I thought - I.” He cuts himself off, squeezes his eyes closed tight. “...I really thought that you might not come back,” he confesses, and Eddie pulls him even closer.

“You listen to me,” he says, soft but fierce, “and I know my word probably means shit to you right now, because I’ve been the biggest dumbass in the world and broken it, but I need you to hear me when I say this.” Steve opens his eyes, and Eddie stares into them. “I will always come home to you. Even if I’m being a fucking idiot. Even if I’m pulling a runner, if I lose my mind and bolt out of here again, I will come home.” Steve’s eyes go all watery, and Eddie gently catches the tears with his thumbs, brushing them from Steve’s cheeks.

“Swear,” Steve says, and there’s a desperation in his tone that Eddie wishes he could smooth away, but he knows that will take time. That will take dedication and patience and perseverance and goddammit, Eddie will use every ounce of all that he possesses if that’s what it takes. But for now he holds Steve’s gaze and he nods slowly, their faces just inches apart.

“I swear,” he tells him. “I swear to you, Steve Harrington, I will come home. And I will always, always fucking love you.” 

Steve gives a little sob. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Eddie shushes him.

“No, angel,” he tells him, shaking his head. “You got nothing you need to apologize for, okay?” Steve looks like he’s going to protest, but Eddie just shifts, pressing his lips to Steve’s forehead and lingering there as his baby works to catch his breath.

“Can we go to bed?” Steve asks, and he sounds exhausted down to his bones. Eddie nods.

“Of course, baby,” he says, and he pulls Steve from the guest bed - fucking terrible thing that it is, taking Steve from their room, from their space, the safe little corner of the universe that they’ve carved out together between their sheets. He guides Steve down the hall, tired and stumbling a little, his pretty hair in disarray - his baby didn’t even change first, seems like he just curled right up after Eddie left, he’s still in his jeans and everything. 

Eddie watches as Steve changes, stripping his clothes off with slow, lethargic movements, and for once they land in a heap on the floor - on top of his sneakers, and that makes Eddie’s heart do a funny little flip as he catches Steve’s hand to keep him from tripping over the damn things. A fond smile is teasing at Steve’s lips, and Eddie returns it.

They curl up together, close as they can get, unsure where one starts and another begins. Relief washes through Eddie as he gets Steve settled into the right bed this time. He buries his hand in Steve’s hair and Steve noses at Eddie’s throat, turns his head side to side in a slow rhythm that drags his lips over the same little sensitive spot on the underside of Eddie’s jaw. It’s not a kiss, not quite - just a touch. A reminder that Eddie’s still here. He’ll allow Steve to take as many reminders as he needs for as long as he wants.

“I’m sorry I yelled,” Steve whispers, and Eddie wants to tell him once again that he doesn’t have to apologize, but he knows this is important to Steve. So he just nods a little, careful not to dislodge him from the warm space he’s settled into at the curve of Eddie’s neck. 

“I forgive you,” he tells him, and a bit of tension leaves Steve’s shoulders. “I’m sorry I left,” he whispers, and he feels Steve’s lips part– “don’t say you forgive me yet,” he says before Steve can speak. “I got a lot more groveling to do, babylove, don’t you dare let me off the hook that easily. I was a fucking jackass. And I’m gonna make it right, and that’s gonna take time, and I know that, and that’s okay, because I’m in this for the long haul, alright?” 

Steve is silent for a few moments, weighing Eddie’s words. Eddie can feel the brush of eyelashes against his skin as his baby blinks slowly a few times. Then, gradually, the last of the tightness in Steve’s frame melts away.

“Actually I was gonna say I’m going to get one of those toddler leashes,” he says. “That way if you try to bolt I can just yank you back.” Eddie snorts out an ugly laugh, and Steve’s chuckle echoes his own, and he rolls them both until he’s got Steve under him. He just stares at him in the darkness for a few moments, watching his smile fade into something small and private.

“I love you so much,” Eddie says, and Steve’s hands come up, slipping beneath Eddie’s shirt to rest on the bare skin of his back, fingertips tracing up and down the dip of his spine. “There’s nowhere in the world I wanna be than right here with you.” Steve hums softly and closes his eyes, and Eddie knows it’s going to take more than just a few pretty words to prove this to Steve. That’s okay. Eddie’s stubborn. He can stick with it as long as it takes.

“I love you too,” Steve says back, and Eddie leans down, nudging his nose gently into his baby’s. Steve’s scrunches up, and Eddie presses a quick kiss to it just to hear him laugh, then shifts, brushing his lips against Steve’s. 

Steve sighs soft and warm into it, lips parting, and Eddie kisses him slow, devotion pouring out of him and into Steve. And he takes it all - gasps and moans quietly against Eddie’s mouth, lax beneath him, letting Eddie nip and bite and suck and soothe at his lips, his tongue, hand slipping to Steve’s side - not to start anything. Just to touch. Just to feel. To prove to himself that he’s still able to touch this beautiful man, that he’s still allowed this wonderful, dizzying love that he’s stumbled into.

They fade like that, both tired, Eddie’s weight slowly sinking down until he’s resting atop Steve. Steve’s arms come around him fully until he’s hugging him around the waist, and their mouths slip from each other’s to land in the spaces of their shoulders and throats instead, nosing into the warmth and familiarity of the person they love.

And things aren’t fixed - they aren’t perfect. But they’re working on it, and that’s enough.

#steddie #steddie fic #stevexeddie #steve/eddie #guys i'm sorry for not doing a tag list i was just too overwhelmed #but thank you SO MUCH to everyone who had a kind word to say abt part 1 and was so interested in a part 2 i hope you find this!! #my fic

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: loss of virginity, oral BOTH receiving!, very smutty. VERY. bestfriends to lovers.

minors do NOT interact, Or do. We don’t care.

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It was a Saturday night in California 84’. You were currently living with your rockstar best- friends known as METALLICA, a very well known band and you weren’t with them all of the time because of the fame but because when you guys were all in high school you were popular and they weren’t, but you treated them with kindness which is what they loved about you, it made you and them get close. And now you’re living with them. And you make ask why? Why live with a bunch of boys? well, you didn’t have much family, and living alone scared the crap out of you so they offered and you took them up on it, it’s been 2 years since you guys have all lived together and everything had gone well. you guys would go to as you say “rich people places” Which was clubs, big parties in million dollar mansions and meeting many celebrities. You enjoyed all of it, but what you enjoyed most was being with your best friend through all of it, Kirk Hammett. You had always liked Kirk in a way, I mean he was fucking perfect. He had long curly hair, he had a sexy fucking body, and his smile. His smile was the best thing ever. He had pearly whites, he took good care of himself. It’s what made him different than the other boys. But as we back track to today, It’s November 18, 1984. Kirk’s birthday, you and the other boys planned to throw hin a party at an obviously HUGE house since Kirk was known by many people, this was mostly James idea since he loved partying and drinking more then anything in the world, oh and don’t forget the groupies. But you decided to go to the house early to set up all the things needed for the party, He was turning 22, he was 2 years older then you and all the boys but yet he looked the youngest, and the sexiest. You decided to stop by a balloon store to get the numbers 22 and Kirk’s name, you wanted it to be special since he was a special man to you. You also drove to 5 different liquor stores, got about 1000 dollars of liquor (MANY people were coming) and got a bunch of food, and party supplies, meanwhile James,cliff,lars and Kirk were busy making music, Kirk knew nothing about the party tho. As you got the big house you called James to come help you, as soon as he got there you and him finished up everything as quick as you could since the party was supposed to start at 6 and it was already 5:30 and you could hear people pulling up in the driveway. This was your cue to go get Kirk from the studio. You decided to go alone since James had to let everyone in. You decided to phone Kirk. “Kirk I’m on my way to pick you up. Don’t ask questions just come out now.” You say hanging up not even letting him reply as you pull up to the studio. Seeing him in such a sexy but out of theme outfit, a Madonna shirt with jeans, classical Kirk. “You couldn’t dress any better Kirk it’s your birthday.” you whine as he gets into the car. “Well missy im not doing anything for my birthday implying I don’t need to wear a nice outfit, anyway what are you picking me up for?” He gives you a look. “Well it’s a surprise” you giggle driving to the party. You weren’t one for parties and neither was Kirk, that’s why you told James this was a bad idea. As soon as we pulled up his smile faded. “y/n you know I don’t like parties” he whines giving you the puppy eyes. damn it Hammett. “I know Kirk I know but this is what James wanted to do for you so please act happy as this took me and James a while.” you plead making him nod as you guys get out the car. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRK THE MAN” James yells catching everyone’s attention as they all go tell Kirk happy birthday. you decided to go the indoor bar and sit down and have a drink. Margaritas was always your first choice. “One margarita please” you say as u see Kirk sit next to you “never mind 2 please” you tell the man as he prepares your drink. “thank you y/n for preparing everything I would love to enjoy this but you know I hate these things. “well then what do you say we finish our drinks and just go chill upstairs? I mean I rented this place for the whole night so we can just waste away upstairs?” you say.

“alright then y/n you got a deal” he smiles as the man gives you guys the margaritas which you quickly finish to get upstairs as soon as possible. “the room is is this way idiot” you laugh as he tried going into a closet. “wow it’s big” he gasps seeing the king sized bed and huge glass windows. “So you’re finally 22 huh? what a big boy” you laugh earning a chuckle from him. “You’re almost there you know your 21 y/n” he says as you frown sarcastically. “you know I’m almost 22 and still haven’t had sex” you look at him as he laughs a little. “There’s no way you’re a virgin y/n, no fucking way” he states clearly not joking making you a little embarrassed of what you just told him.” I know it’s embarrassing it’s just I’ve never trusted anyone enough to touch me, everyone now is just interested in sex and not about personality but I guess I was just thinking about the way it was in movies.” you sigh laying down on the bed as he does the same. “I’m a virgin to y/n.” he says earning a huge gasp from you. “how are you a fucking virgin?” you get up asking him seriously. “well y/n did you ever think that maybe I think the same way as you and don’t want to use a women just for pleasure?” he questions as you realize he was right. “I’m sorry it’s just that your so handsome and like I thought you had lost it already, my bad” you look at him earning a little smirk from him knowing you had just called him handsome, something you have never done.”you think I’m handsomeee” he mocks as he starts to tickle you and you both fall on the bed as he’s now hovered over you. “hi” you say looking up at him “hi” he reply’s slowly reaching to your lips, his lips were so soft. his tongue roamed around your mouth for a little as he began to take off your dress, not breaking the kiss. “Is this okay?” He says breaking the kiss asking for permission. “yes ofcourse” you pant helping him take it off as he stares at your beautiful tits, I mean your tits we’re fucking perfect to him. “How has nobody touched this beautiful fucking tits before? Hm? Im gonna be the first one huh?” He grabs your left nipple shoving it into his mouth as he rubs the other one with his free hand earning loud moans from you, you were already soaking wet from just this, and your nipples were so fucking hard. “I’m gonna touch you down here mkay? Gonna stretch you out.” He smiles removing your lacy panties sticking not 1 but 3 fingers in you causing you to whine in pain. “It’s gonna be okay baby don’t worry.” He reassures you as he continues his slow pace as your pain becomes pleasure. “mmmmm fuckk kirkkkkk” you moan obviously getting Kirk hard as fuck already. “I think I’m gonna cum Kirk oh my god” you moan loudly as your orgasm reaches you squirting all over his face. He licks the remainder of your juices. You realize he has a huge boner and you decided to return the favor pulling his pants down obviously shocking him. You realize how fucking big he is and to be honest you were scared it wouldn’t fit, but you slowly started to jerk him off earning moans and groans from him. “holy shit baby like that” he throws his head back from the pleasure your giving him. You soon put his dick in your mouth and what you can’t fit you jerk off. “holy fuckkk baby I’m about to cum” He pants as you go faster. “FUUUCKKKKK” he says arriving to his orgasm, cumming in your mouth. “I need you in me right n-now baby.” He says as you get on all fours for him as he aligns his cock with your entrance. “It’s gonna hurt a little mkay?” He tells you as you nod to him feeling him slowly pushing his tip in. you squeal in pain. “Do you want me to stop baby” he questions but you reply with no. “You can go fast now Kirk it doesn’t hurt as much” you moan. This caused Kirk to slam into you. “HOLY FUCK KIRK” you moan as he thrusts in and out of you at a very fucking fast pace. You knew you weren’t gonna last and he knew this to since you were clenching all around him. “baby you can come let it go” as soon as he said this you grab the pillows and scream as you arrive to your orgasm, him shortly arriving at his after.

he pulled out and plopped down right beside you. “That was so good y/n. Thank you for the birthday present.” He smiles kissing your cheek. “I love you Kirk” you smile.

“I love you too.”

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first Kirk smut !! Request for more

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🤔 surprising virgin Eddie w roadhead ?

Anything for my twin! (We’re both suckers for virgin!eddie and Danny D)

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader 18 PLUS NO MINORS

warnings: virgin!eddie with experienced reader. Road head (m receiving). Slight corruption kink. Cum swallowing.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always very appreciated.

Word Count: 2K

Whips of muggy evening air brush across your face from the open window of Eddie’s passengers seat. One hand outside you trace the curves of the road with the edge of your palm, eyes following the path of the faded street lines against the glow of his headlights. The soft beams of the moon mesh with the lights of his dashboard and when you look over they hit his face in a way that makes your heart flutter and your thighs press together.

Tonight had been date number four and you were determined to get him to do more then just kiss you. Shutting it down every time it would get too heated with the promise of next time, the nerves that jangled in the shake of his voice gave him away. You’d always figured Eddie might be a virgin having never seen him with any type of girl or guy through out the many years you’d gone to high school together. You weren’t exactly sure what happened after you’d graduated and he got held behind but you definitely knew he wasn’t pulling anybody at The Hide Out

Picking up a summer job bar backing the two of you reconnected when his band started playing their weekly gigs. Charming you with his goofiness and big doe eyes the crush you had on him for all those years came roaring back to life. So when he finally got to courage to ask you out a few weeks ago it had become harder and harder to keep your hands off of him. Quickly becoming addicted to the crimson that spread like a wildfire across his cheeks at your advances.

Messy curls blow lightly in the wind from your window and thick ringed fingers tap to the beat of the music on the steering wheel. His chocolate eyes are focused on the road ahead of him, biting his bottom lip you wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of his. Pulling your hand back in you crank the window shut, the difference in sound ringing in your ears temporarily before the unspoken tension thickens in the van. Eyes darting to yours he gives you a shy smile before returning his attention back to the empty road.

Remembering the way he had you pressed against the van before this, hungry lips leaving a mess all over your neck and chest had you feeling bold. Tucking your hair behind your ears you take a deep breath before turning to the side in your seat. Catching your movement in the corner of his eye, Eddie looks over at you with an arched brow

“Everything good sweetheart?” Confused by the heat of your gaze you watch the beginnings of pink start to flush his cheeks.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” Grinning sweetly you place a hand on his thigh giving it a light squeeze. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on the road?”

Shooting you another confused look and a double take he gives in fixing his attention back to where it was. His grip tightening against the steering wheel, you can feel how worked up he is from your seat just from your stare.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, the taste of cherry from your gloss hits your tongue. Pushing your hand up the muscle of his thigh the denim is rough under your palm. Eyes catching the way his pants were already tightening you fought the smug grin that dared to break across your face.

“What- what are you doing?” Eddie’s eyes are big when they meets yours and despite his nervous demeanor you can see the same want darken the warm chestnut of his iris’s.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Pushing yourself closer your fingers ghost past the bulge that was fighting against his zipper. Trailing your way up they rest against the top of his jeans.

Swerving slightly he mutters a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Cheeks burning hot, his eyebrows furrow in concentration. His grip on the steering wheel becoming so tight the whites of his knuckles showed.

“Do you want me to stop?” It definitely didn’t feel like he wanted you to but you had to hear him say it. When he takes a minute to answer you start to pull your hand away but he’s quick. Calloused fingers grip your wrist just hard enough to stop you.

“N-no.” Letting go of your wrist his sweaty fingers stick to your skin slightly before returning back to their home on the steering wheel.

Smiling to yourself you eagerly pop open the front button of his pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. Hissing under your slow movements, Eddie exhales loudly through his nose when the restricting metal is finally out of the way.

Placing a hand on his arm rest you push yourself up so your lips rest against his ear, your close proximity enough to make him groan.

“Lift your hips up for me baby.” Making sure they brush against the shell of his ear with every word he shudders under your smooth voice.

Nodding frantically he lifts them up just enough for you to shove them below the curve of his ass. Blue and white checkered boxers are revealed already stained under the hardness of his cock that is begging to be released from its cotton confines.

Licking your lips you press an open palm against the length of him, wrapping your fingers loosely around the curve.

“Jesus Christ.” Swerving again the motion makes you squeeze him hard out of reflex eliciting another moan from his lips. The redness that takes over his cheeks you could tell he was starting to get embarrassed about how sensitive he was.

Squeezing him again you watch him bite his lip to try and keep quiet too shy to look at you in the wrecked state he was already in.

“Don’t hold back, I like it Eddie.” Reaching into the hole of his boxers your fingers wrap around the smooth skin of his cock, pulling it free you give it one hard pump before bringing your lips back to his ear. “Let me hear how good my mouth makes you feel.”

Gulping loudly Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, a devilish pushing across glossed lips.

“Eye’s on the road big boy.” Stroking his ego a little bit to soothe some of his nerves you throw him a quick wink before lowering your head to his lap.

You weren’t necessarily stroking his ego, Eddie was big. You’d be lying if said you weren’t intimidated when you felt the weight of him in your hand, and even more so when it sat directly in front of your face. Slick starting to build in your panties at the thought of him splitting you in two with it.

Leaning further over you balance yourself on your knees on the passengers seat hiding yourself from the view of unsuspecting cars that might catch a glimpse. Gripping the base of him with a firm grip you let your lips hover over his pink leaking head. When your hot breath tickles against the sensitive skin he shudders underneath you. Brushing your lips against the tip you swipe your tongue out, it’s quick and teasing only collecting some of the salty precum that glistened on top.

“Holy fuck!” Swerving off the side of the road his bad driving is almost enough for you to lose your balance.

“Eddie, if you are going to kill us I’m going to have to stop.” Only slightly annoyed your chest swells at the power you already had over him. Looking up at him from underneath your lashes his brown eyes meet yours in apology.

“I’m good- I’ll be good. Shit, sorry.” Rubbing an exasperated hand over his face he refocuses his attention back on controlling the van.

It takes you a moment to get situated again, positioning your mouth right above his angry looking head. You let one more long breath fan over his length. Twitching in your hands you swirl your tongue around the tip collecting the rest of the pre cum before taking him into the heat of your mouth flattening your tongue along along the vein that protruded from the side.

Car jerking slightly you can hear Eddie cursing under his breath above you. Humming around him, you start to move yourself up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, tongue wrapping around his length with every bob of your head. Pushing yourself down on him till your sticky lips hit the side of your hand, it’s still enough of him to have you drooling down your chin.

The feeling of a tentative hand on the top of your head breaks you concentration, and you let him fall from your lips with a loud pop.

“Is this okay?” He sounds nervous when asks like he’s ruined the moment.

Without a word you free one of your hands from his length to guide his fingers to your hair, curving them with yours encouraging him. Bringing your attention back to his cock that stood tall and painfully hard in you hand you wrap your lips tightly around him again. Moving your hand out of the way finding a new home on his thigh you try to fit the entire length of him in your mouth.

Gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat, his fingers tug harshly at your hair when he feels the wet walls of your mouth constricting around him. Nose pressed against the rough patch of hair at his base you twist your head from side to side sucking harder as you make your way back up his length.

The van feels like it’s moving faster then it should but the way he starts pulsating in your mouth tells you he’s close, and you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“I’m fuck- baby, that feels so good. Jesus you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His voice sounds raspy when he talks, thick with want while your mouth continues to swallow him whole. Pushing yourself further down your eyes start watering as you gag around his length, a wet patch of drool forming on the crotch of his boxers underneath you.

Pulling the van over with a harsh crank of the wheel to the side of the road, his foot hits the break hard as hot ropes of cum start shooting down the length of your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, baby.” Throwing his head back with eyes closed tight his fingers slowly loosen their hold in your hair, his body going limp underneath you.

Greedily swallowing every drop you let his already softening member fall from your lips, landing on the wet spot on his boxers.

Untangling from your hair his hand rubs across his face, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him a shuddering mess. Sitting up you plop back down in your seat wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a satisfied hum. Keeping his eyes closed with his head pressed to the against the headrest you watch him take a moment to catch his breath. When his big eyes meet yours, a shy smile crosses his lips before a laugh bubbles out. Shaking his head he adjusts himself back in his pants before putting both hands back on the wheel turning his attention back onto you.

“That was, that was incredible.” Shaking his head in disbelief he leans over encouraging you to meet him half away which you do gladly.

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips he pulls away just enough to look in your eyes, ringed fingers reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Despite having his cum in your mouth moments ago your own cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“You better get used to it baby.” Stealing one more kiss you let yourself fall back into your seat stealing on of his hands in the process, excited for whatever was next for the two of you.

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ⵌ ꜰᴀᴡɴ ⨾ 𝙎𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

bratty!sub!scott x dom!chubby!milf!teacher!reader, semi-public sex (in a classroom), reader is referred to as 'Miss', reader is kinda sorta manipulative if you squint, mentions of his bitchass stepmom. 1.3k words.

“God, why do you always have to make this so hard for me?!” Scott whines, pacing in front of your desk. You sit at your desk, hands folded with your chin resting on them, your eyes following him as he goes back and forth.

He was always a brat. Always, without fail. His father requested you to give him some tutoring after school so he could keep his grades up and, in turn, stay on the football team.

“You’re so stupid! Do you even know what you’re doing?! Why can’t I get another teacher? Why can’t Mr. Scarbrow tutor me?! At least he acts like he cares!” he continued, making you roll your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, your hands going to massage your temples. He was such an insufferable student. He was never not complaining about something. Without fail, Scott found something to complain about. The temp of the room, the other students being annoying, something.

“Scott,” you begin, and your tone makes Scott stop to look up at you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Yeah?” you give him a warm, maternal smile, and the poor boy’s entire body racked with a shudder. “How about we move onto another problem, hm? Here,” you stand and walk to the board. He swallows, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes stay fixed on your ass in the ungodly tight pencil skirt you decided to wear as you move around, the sound of your heels clicking against the linoleum fading into the background of Scott’s little world. You pick up the marker and begin writing.

“So we have your preimage, and your image. Now, when you move it, you’re translating, like so…” and now your voice fades into the background. All Scott could focus on was your wide hips and thick legs, your white blouse letting him faintly see the band of your sapphire blue bra. He slides into the desk at the very front of the class, shifting around and bouncing his legs to distract him from the growing tent in his sweatpants.

With his hands gripping the front edge of the desk, he licks his lips once more and swallows, his tummy coiling. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away with it…

So he tries. As your back is turned, Scott trails his hand down, shoving it into his sweatpants. He rubs his shaft over his boxers, fingers fiddling with the opening. Once his hand makes contact with his shaft, he whimpers. “Oh…”

You turn to look at him. “Scott?” He freezes, and slowly looks up at you, his baby blues wide with shock. You set the marker down and walk up to him, a warm smile on your face. “And what do we have here, hm~?”

Scott was absolutely fucked. How would he explain this? ‘Sorry Miss, I got horny and was jacking off to your ass’?

“Uh, I uh, uh,” “Shh,” you respond, reaching down to gently caress his cheek. “Shhh, it’s alright Scotty.” You give him another warm smile, making him whimper. You reminded him so much of his stepmother, but better. He didn’t feel gross, he felt fulfilled.

“Can you stand up for me Scott?” He nods, removing his hand and standing up. You led him to your desk, then took a seat atop it, leaving Scott there, standing before you like a lost child. “Um, Miss?” He murmurs to you, all his brattiness gone. “Miss,” “ah-ah, this entire time you’ve been acting out, Scotty. You have to listen to me now, alright?”

He nods. “‘M listening.” He watches as you reach forward and brush your fingers through his curls. “Good boy, come here, come closer.” You coax him forward as if he was an animal you were attempting to befriend. He leans into your touch, stepping closer until he’s flush against you, standing between your legs. His hands come to rest on your thighs, kneading the flesh, making his cock twitch.

All of you - your whole body made Scott writhe with need. The stretch marks on your inner thighs, the pudge of your stomach, your plush breasts making a few buttons of your blouse look like they were holding on by a thread, literally. You lean back on your hands, allowing Scott’s hands to roam your body. “Miss, can I?”

You give him that same warm smile. “Of course.” Wasting no time, Scott pushes the front of your skirt up, and his knees nearly buckle at the sight of your lace panties that were the same sapphire color your bra was. Like the teenage boy he was, he quickly shoved his bottoms down in one go, tugged your panties to the side, and guided his cock into your hole (after missing a couple times).

As soon as his tip is engulfed by your gummy walls, he whines and plants his hands flat onto the desk. “Ohh god,” He whimpers out, hips stuttering. Poor thing couldn’t even handle it! You reach up and stroke his rosy cheek with the pad of your thumb. “Shh, good boy Scott.” He leans down and rests his forehead on your shoulder, his abs flexing as he tries to not look like too much of a little bitch.

You reach down and gently wrap your free hand around his shaft, guiding him into your pussy, your legs wrapped around his waist to aid in moving him towards you. “There you go sweetie, there you go.” Once Scott was finally bottomed out inside you, he bucks his hips subconsciously, needing some sort of stimulation. “Hnn,”

Letting out a soft laugh, you reach up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Keep going Scotty, you can do it,” you murmur into his ear. Your voice was so gentle and maternal, he couldn’t take it. He reaches up and fumbles with your buttons, tugging at the thin fabric of your blouse. You let him figure it out, watching as he tugs it apart, finally getting access. He lifts his head and when he sees the plush fat of your chest, he lets out a sob.

Scott was so incredibly overstimulated - his cock buried inside you, the sight of your matured body, raging hormones. He tugs at the cups of your bra eagerly, pulling them down. “Scotty,” you coo, your hand now resting on the back of his neck. “You can move for me, yeah? You can move for Miss?”

Hearing you refer to yourself in third person made Scott let out a half-groan half-whine. He nods eagerly. “C’mon, use your words, love.” He swallows and tries to catch his breath. “Nnh, yeah, uh-huh, gonna…”

You give him a fake pout. “Poor baby,” Scott nods. He wasn’t even really coherent anymore, he was just trying to keep from falling to his knees. Finally finding the strength, he begins to buck his hips forward, rutting instead of thrusting properly. He babbles incoherently, his brows furrowed and voice strained. He leans down and buries his face in your tits, his hands squeezing at them as well. “‘na, gonna, ha, ssss, oh,” Scott slurs.

He cries out, hands finding your biceps for support as he spills his load inside you without warning. You just run your hand through his hair, raking your nails along his scalp. “Good boy, Scotty.” He murmurs something incoherent in response. “Did so well sweetie.” He murmurs a repetition of your praise, drawing a soft giggle from you, and earning him a kiss on his warm forehead.

It was rare that Scott was able to earn praise from anyone. His father, his stepmother, not even his coach would make him feel this special. You knew full well you had no business doing this, but seeing him so pathetic and brought down off his imaginary high horse filled you with satisfaction. Knowing he had no one else to cry to (besides Mr. Scarbrow, but you would make sure Scott kept his mouth closed!) except you made you shiver with a perverted sense of power. In due time, Scott would act up again - you would just have to put him back in his place.

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Red Knight - Chapter 3

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Jason didn’t go home. Instead, he melted into the shadows across the street from the diner and waited. A few minutes later Danny emerged and got on his motorbike. He revved the engine and began to speed away.

Jason would find out who the hell this guy was. (And if he was totally full of shit). He waited a moment before shooting a grapple line and pursuing.

Fifteen minutes later he found himself on a rooftop across the street from a simple apartment on the fourth floor of an old building. Using the binocular zoom on his helmet he watched Danny inside. He looked tired and utterly human as he went though the motions of getting ready for bed. As he took off his shirt Jason winced at the scars all across his body— most noticeably the Lichtenberg figure that cascaded up his arm and over his shoulder. The amount of electricity needed to leave that kind of mark— something like that should have killed him.

Maybe it had.

Minutes later Danny turned out the light and went to sleep. Jason didn’t leave. The pit was quiet. It stayed quiet all night.

In the morning Jason followed as Danny took the train across the city to Gotham University. Jason blended with the other students as he tailed him through the halls until Danny entered what appeared to be an upper level mechanical engineering lecture. Instead of following him in He headed back to Danny’s apartment.

He opted to pick the lock— better not to leave a trace. Inside he found a fairly typical college apartment. Sparse furnishings, a couple faded band posters tacked to the walls, game controllers strewn about. It was homey. Nice.

Jason found nothing out of the ordinary in the kitchen, nor the closets. No laptop or phone— must have taken them with him. Jason rifled through papers on the messy desk- lecture notes, sketched diagrams, grocery lists- and started to think that he really wan’t going to get anything good on this guy. Then he touched something that jolted him with an electric shock.

Jason pulled his hand away with a whispered curse while shuffling off the remaining papers, revealing some kind of metal belt. It had wires sticking out, chips exposed, clearly an unfinished project. What gave Jason pause was the faint strange glow about it, green with the same energy he saw in Danny’s palm and in his eyes.

He reached a hand toward it again. As soon as his fingers got close he felt the buzz of energy start to sharpen. The pit under his heart snarled. He pulled his hand back.

Mysterious gadgetry certainly was a little suspect, but by itself didn’t point to any nefarious intention. He thought about taking the belt to study it further, but doing proper diagnostics would require help from Tim, or worse, Bruce. No, thanks. Too many questions he didn’t want to answer.

He glanced at the papers again. He saw a full name there. Danny Fenton.

Danny Fenton. A powerful not-meta meta. Also, by the looks of it, just some average guy. That didn’t mean Jason would take his guard down. He knew that metas and monsters often hid in plain sight. And the ones that did it well were the most dangerous.

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Jason went back to his apartment and slept through the rest of the day.

He woke up that night with a gun in his face.

A shadowed smile leered down at him. “So you are the new ghost boy. You’ll make a fine addition to my collection.”

A green blast split his bed down the middle as he leapt out of the way just in time. Who the fuck?

Jason grabbed the bat he kept next to his nightstand and took a wild swing at his assailant. As the sleep cleared from his eyes a seven foot tall robotic guy with a flaming green mohawk came into focus. His attacker stopped the bat in his hand with surprising strength.

“Ah good, you do have some fight in you.”

The robot guy punched Jason in the gut, launching him across the room. That hurt, way more than a hit from a common goon. What the hell was this guy made of?

Jason pulled himself up and grabbed a gun off the kitchen counter. He leveled it with easy precision. He planted one shot in the robot guy’s chest, the other between his eyes.

His aim was perfect.

Neither shot connected.

The bullets passed right through him. Jason’s mouth went dry.

“Hah, those puny weapons won’t work on me. Now this-“ what could only be described as a rocket launcher emerged from the robotics on the robot guy’s shoulder- “this is a real gun.”

The rockets fired, fueled again by that green energy. Jason bolted for the window and crashed out onto the fire escape, taking a hit to the side as he did. The blast burned but thankfully didn’t break the skin. Still hurt like a bitch though. The pit screamed, but the rage felt more focused now than it had before. Methodically he swung his way down to the street, landing bare-footed and in his sweats, unmasked and unarmed except for the useless gun in his hand. His attacker pursued, emerging through the wall and flying after him.

Jason gritted his teeth. The green energy, the familiar powers— it was too much to be just a coincidence. Ghost, he named his attacker in his head. Like Danny.

He ran.

The ghost caught up with him before he’d made it two buildings down. “Is that all you can do? Scurry around down there like a scared little mouse?”

More blasts assailed him from more varieties of guns. Jason dodged, but just barely. If he could just make it to his safehouse then— then what? He could shoot this guy with more guns that didn’t work? Hide behind walls that the ghost could walk right through?

He heard the next shot too late. A glowing rope wrapped itself around his ankles, sending him stumbling to the asphalt face first. Weak, he thought as he spit out gravel. He’d never felt so weak, not since coming back. For the first time since he emerged from the pit he no longer felt invincible.

His attacker landed with a metallic clank. Jason glowered as the ghost cracked a jagged smile. “That’s it? Your combat is weak. Your banter is lacking. Your head is hardly worth mounting above my mantle.”

Anger smoldered beneath Jason’s heart, pulling in on itself versus the usual explosion. His legs were bound but his hands were still free. He tightened his grip on his pistol.

With a roaring yell he heaved himself half up and swung the gun on the ghost again. He focused his anger, focused that pointed energy, and pulled the trigger.

A bullet shrouded in green flame exploded from the barrel. It connected with the ghost’s stomach, sending a shower of sparks spraying as it tore through the robotics.

The ghost looked down in shock.

Jason smiled in triumph. “How’s that for a real gun.”

Then Jason unloaded, pulling the trigger as fast as he could make it go. He kept shooting even when he should have run out of ammo, each shot a flaming green spark that took a chunk out of the robot ghost with every hit.

“What is this? Impossible!” The ghost took off yelling, retreating back down the street. Jason ripped the rope from his ankles and got on his feet to chase.

Ghost or not, this part Jason knew. Bad guy on the run, him in pursuit. He let his shaken nerves melt into a familiar resolve. The ghost shot back at him but Jason’s focus was unshakeable. His phantom bullets took the guns clean off the robot suit till it was covered in shredded metal.

Finally the ghost flew up, desperate to get out of range, defeated. “I underestimated you whelp. Until next time.”

With that the ghost activated his jet pack and flew away into the night. Jason kept shooting till he vanished over the rooftops.

//

That was not the last attack. They came nightly after that, some new kind of ghost would appear and stir up trouble. He’d notice them on patrol now- glowing vultures on the roofs or a green lion stalking in the park or translucent octopi floating down the streets. Had they always been there and he just hadn’t noticed? Or had they just showed up? The more he watched the more it seemed that other people didn’t see them.

Or maybe they just didn’t care. Just another one of those Gotham things.

Most ignored him entirely but caused trouble in different ways— lurking in sewers and tugging at people’s hems or floating through stores causing electronics to malfunction. Harmless mostly. But ever present. Those ones eventually noticed Jason watching and they’d always look back at him with surprise or curiosity or a sick kind of delight.

Sometimes Jason would pick the fight. He punched a ghost creep following a lady too closely as she walked down the street. Chased off a demonic possum that was oozing some kind of goo into the river. Other times the fight would pick him. He stared too long at a vulture and it swooped down on him, brandishing impossible teeth. A headless guy jumped him outside his safe house. He looked awfully similar to one of Gothams former gang bosses.

He was getting bette at harnessing that green energy and he could reliably shoot energy bullets from any of his guns. He also found that an old fashioned punch would also do the trick.

Once he saw an oily black creature at the edges of his vision, larger and more sinister than any of the other ghosts he’d encountered. A brawl in the street broke out a moment later so he didn’t get to investigate but somehow that one made him feel more unnerved than all the rest.

He didn’t understand where they were coming from or why they were here. He knew someone who probably would.

During daylight hours he gathered intel on Danny Fenton- or at least he attempted to. It was like the kid didn’t exist before he showed up as a student at Gotham University. The internet was shockingly clean of any records or photos.

Jason was beginning to think Danny Fenton was just a pseudonym until finally he got a relevant hit. He found an article published in a now-discredited scientific journal by Dr.s Jack and Madeline Fenton, detailing their paranormal research. The paper theorized about a separate dimension of post-concious beings. Suggested ways to make a portal there. It was too similar to what Danny described to be coincidence. Those were his parents, that was the portal that killed him. Maybe it was all true.

But Jason didn’t find any evidence that they had successfully created the portal. The paper talked about it in theory, not practice. The only evidence of them making it real was Danny himself. If he even believed Danny’s story.

Using a trick he stole from Tim he searched the housing records database and found a property under their names in Amity Park, Illinois. Satellite imaging showed a house that looked like a ufo had crashed landed on top of it. He chuckled to himself. That must be the place.

He was out grabbing a bite of dinner and considering a little field trip to Illinois to investigate further when the next ghost attack happened.

One second he was biting into his sandwich, the next three giant glowing green rats, just like the nasty ones that roamed Gotham’s sewers except 10 times bigger, burst out of the kitchen of the restaurant and out into the street.

Jason abandoned the sandwich and chased them out the door, pulling out his gun as they ran down an alley.

“Quit causing trouble on my turf,” Jason growled as he loosed a few blasts in their direction.

The rats stopped and turned back toward him halfway down the alley. The biggest one sat up and looked at him with sharp eyes. “Your turf? You got it twisted buddy. This here is our turf.”

Out of nowhere a fourth rat tackled him from behind. It’s boxy teeth clamped down on his shoulder with a sickening crunch. Jason yelled as he was thrown to the ground and suddenly all of them were on him, clawing and biting.

Jason clawed and bit back. He carried a gun even in his civvies (obviously) but couldn’t reach it in the thick of it.

He was truly starting to get pissed when suddenly the temperature dropped ten degrees. A voice came from down the alley.

“Hey.”

The rats froze. As a group they all looked toward the voice. At the mouth of the alley, plastic bodega bag in hand, face stern, stood Danny.

“What the hell is this?”

The head rat spoke up. “This is our turf. Tell the new guy he needs to buzz off before we make him.”

Danny folded his arms. His face was stoic but his voice had an icy edge. “I think you should be a bit more friendly to your neighbor.”

The rats reacted immediately, untangling themselves from Jason. “Jeez your majesty we were only joking. Mi casa es su casa and all that.”

“Good. Now scram.”

They scrambled away down the alley with a skittering of claws, running like they had hellfire under their asses.

Jason let out a long breath. Danny looked at him with complete recognition even though he was bare faced and in street clothes. Of course he could clock him out of costume. Why didn’t that surprise him?

Jason propped himself up on one arm. “Your majesty?”

“They don’t mean it as a compliment.” Danny huffed as he knelt down next to Jason, reaching out a gentle hand to inspect his wounds.

Danny’s jaw tightened as he ran a thumb over a gash in Jason’s arm. Jason pulled back.

“I’m fine.”

Danny reluctantly sat back. “There has been more ghost activity lately. Sorry I didn’t catch these guys quicker.”

“It’s okay. I dealt with the rest just fine.”

Danny tensed. “The rest?”

“I’ve been dealing with them since we got coffee. Nearly every night.“

Real anger flashed in Danny’s eyes for just a moment. It surprised Jason, and reminded him how much Danny wasn’t telling him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Danny looked at Jason with such bare concern it made his heart feel sticky.

Jason grumbled. “I had it handled.”

“How??” Danny whined.

Jason pulled out his gun, pointed upward. Danny frowned, skeptical, until Jason pulled the trigger. A green blast shot into the sky. He shouldn’t have gotten so much satisfaction from surprise on Danny’s face.

“Oh,” Danny said. “Neat trick. That’s new?”

Jason nodded.

Danny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. Despite that, there’s no way I’m letting you deal with these ghosts on your own.”

“Let me?” Jason scoffed. “I don’t need your help.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “So you were planning on being rat food just now?”

“I almost had them.”

Danny chuckled. Jason didn’t waver. Then Danny got that glint in his eye.

“Okay. Then prove it.”

“What?”

“Show me you can actually handle a ghost attack and I’ll leave you alone.”

Jason wanted that, right? To not have to think about Danny Fenton popping up randomly in his life again? He ignored the twist of confusion in his gut.

“How? There’s no ghosts.”

Danny stood up and gestured to himself with a smirk.

“You’re joking.” Jason deadpanned.

“Try me.”

Guess that was always how this was gonna shake out. Sure, why not. Stone-faced and without hesitation Jason pulled a second pistol out of his belt and shot a green blast directly at Danny with a sizzling crack. Danny took the hit on the shoulder with barely a flinch. He glanced down at the burn hole on his shirt. The skin beneath was unbroken.

Danny’s smile widened, and there were those fangs again. “That it?”

Jason clenched his teeth and sprang into action. He launched to his feet as he brandished both guns in front of himself, shooting rapid fire.

Danny moved like a practiced fighter, ducking and weaving around the shots. A handful hit him but they didn’t break his focus or his stride. Jason stepped back to keep distance but Danny was quicker. Suddenly he was close enough that Jason felt the coolness of his breath.

His fist came quick. Jason threw up his arm to block. He barely managed to keep his feet under him. The next punch connected with his gut and sent him shuffling backwards, but still upright. He used the space to pull up his guns again and fired.

Danny jumped and suddenly he was lighter than air, floating and flipping over Jason’s head. Jason tracked him with the guns and spun as Danny landed, again too close.

Jason holstered the guns and opted to grab Danny by the front of his shirt with both hands. He turned and slammed Danny into the alley wall.

“You are strong I’ll give you that,” Danny said, the amused grin on his lips mere inches from Jason’s, “But ghosts have tricks.”

Suddenly Jason was holding nothing but air. His fingers clenched into fists.

Barely a breath later Jason felt a cheek next to his, behind him.

“Boo.” Danny said directly in Jason’s ear. Jason elbowed backward reflexively, connecting with Danny’s gut. Danny let out a satisfying oof before slipping out of reach.

It fell into the rhythm of a brawl then as they traded blows. But even with the bits of ghostly flair Danny threw in, it felt off. Danny wasn’t fighting like the other ghosts he’d faced. He was fighting like a human. He was holding back.

Jason ground his teeth together as his anger bubbled to a boil. Stepping back to steal enough distance, he pulled out his pistols. He let the anger swirl and coalesce under his heart. He focused and pulled both triggers at once.

A massive green fireball exploded from the combined gun barrels, hurtling toward Danny.

There was no time for Danny to dodge. Jason relished the surprise on his face. But right before the fireball collided, Danny extended a palm and a translucent green shield appeared, covering him. The fireball dissipated on impact.

Jason groaned in frustration. Another power he didn’t know about? How was that fair?

“Why are you holding back?” he demanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Danny’s shield disappeared. “But I could ask you the same question.”

“What?” Jason was barely keeping up as is.

“I think you can do better than this.” Danny challenged.

Jason tightened his grip on his guns. Danny relaxed his fighting stance. “Can’t you go toe to toe with Batman? Even my sister would at least be making me sweat.”

Again that roiling focused anger under his heart, swirling like a supernova. Danny just looked at him with that shit-eating grin. He let the fire of anger burn hotter to cover the rising of something else underneath.

“Be serious.” Jason growled.

“Make me.”

With a roar Jason blasted another huge fireball and the fight was back on.

Jason actually wanted to hurt Danny now. He wanted to prove to himself that he could. He moved faster, punched harder, let out more of that fire with each shot.

The next time Danny got up close and Jason swapped to his fists, Jason noticed a green fiery glow had formed around his hands. Danny did too, when he winced for the first time after a punch connected. The pit under his heart hummed in triumph.

After that it was less easy for Danny to slip away into intangibility, more easy for Jason to press the offensive. Finally Jason swept Danny’s legs from under him and pinned him to the ground, a mirror of the first night they met.

Jason’s breath came in pants. He gripped Danny’s shirt tight in his fist.

“Not bad.” Danny flashed his fangs.

Jason lifted a fist to punch that stupid smile off his jaw but Danny threw up a hand and caught his fist, inches before it hit, stopping it with unshakeable strength.

“Believe me now when I say I’ve got it handled myself?” Jason kept his tone even.

Danny eyed Jason’s still-glowing fist. “More now than before, yeah. But-“ Danny pushed Jason’s fist aside with infuriating ease. He pulled his legs out from underneath Jason with intangibility and floated smoothly to his feet.

“I’m still going to help you.”

“That wasn’t the deal. You said if I-“

A blast of green energy to his stomach cut him off, stronger and faster than any of the punches they’d traded. Danny grabbed Jason by the jacket and they flew, up to the top of the twelve story building. Danny looked at him with empty eyes. And dropped him.

Jason didn’t scream. He scrambled for his grapple gun. He was falling too fast. He got a hand on it, too late- but it didn’t matter. Danny swooped down and pushed him intangibly through the ground at the moment of impact. He felt himself being dragged up through darkness until-

He was stuck in the alley pavement up to his waist. Danny crouched next to him.

“I promise this is a warning not a threat. I didn’t realize that patching up your core would put you over the threshold to get ghostly attention. They won’t stop bothering you. And they won’t all be small fry. If you won’t let me take care of them for you, at least let me give you a fighting chance.”

Jason glowered up at him. “You’re not going to let me out of here unless I say yes.”

Danny smiled, the most brilliant thing in the dark street. “Bingo.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom #jason todd #dead on main #dead on main ship #dp x dc fanfic #fanfic #danny x jason #dp #dp x dc #red knight fic #now we're caught up with ao3 #maybe I'll post the next chapter tomorrow

[onesaltyhunter]

And in your waking moments,

I will be there.

Incubus! IV x fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been one of the guitar techs, alongside one of the light engineers for Sleep token for quite a few years now. She'd consistently heard of various individuals' attraction to IV, but brushed it off as she ruled it as self-explanatory. He's a talented guitarist for one of the biggest bands on the planet. But there is a secret that lies beyond the surface. He's not exactly, well, human. So what other things is he hiding?

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI: LIKE SMUT. A LOT. until there isn't... BUT THERE WILL BE. SWEARING TOO. Accidental harm (by IV), him underestimating his strength. Also, other non-human vessels. IV goes from being an absolute bottom of a person to a top in no time.

REMEMBER!!! THESE FICS ARE ABOUT THE CHARACTER. NOT THE PERSON BEHIND THE MASK. PLEASE RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY.

also, photocreds to @/adamrosssi on instagram!

The sound of the band playing before Sleep Token was almost deafening, yet it brought no distractions to Y/N, who was restringing one of IV's Gretschs after the low E string snapped. It was a fairly unusual sight--the thickest string on a guitar, breaking. Of course it was more typical for the high E string to break, but the low one? It puzzled Y/N, but she merely glossed over it, in an attempt to finish restringing the guitar early.

As much as she wished to enjoy the wonderful energy of music festivals, the air wasn't exactly the most pleasing thing about it. The mixture of sweat and liquor seemed to always be the smell of impending doom.

"You alright?" III patted her on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Y/N stood up to secure the guitar on the rack. "You ready to fuck shit up?"

"Oh don't you worry. I've got a lot of that planned."

III and Y/N shared a laugh as Vessel approached the two of them. Their giggles faded away, and Y/N put both of her arms to her sides, her legs pressed together. III raised a brow, before biting the inside of his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Sir, reporting for duty!" Y/N's eyes went wide, as she looked at a moderately confused Vessel.

"Why, do you... Just, why?" Vessel smiled and shook his head before letting out a small laugh.

Y/N stopped tensing up, as she sighed and began to stand with her arms crossed now. While Vessel and III were carrying on their conversation of adding a surprise song to the setlist, she peaked behind them, to see IV speaking with one of the event organizers. One of the most important skills that Y/N acquired after spending time with the band was reading others emotions, without having to ever see one's face. The event organizer had her hand on her hip, leaning forward just a bit, while IV cocked his head to the side, responding with a slow nod.

Damn that woman thinks she has her fucking claws in IV right n- Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by IV, whose gaze darted over at her almost instantly. He squinted at her, his mask wrinkling up around the mouth.

"Who the fuck pissed him off?" II walked by, unpacking a couple drumsticks to use for the next show.

"Hm?" Vessel and III glanced at IV, who was slowly approaching them. "What, him?"

"You alright mate?" II took a step back, as IV remained silent.

"IV your maple-neck Gretsch it's..." Y/N started to say.

"Been restrung. I know, thank you." IV swallowed hard before picking it up from the rack, wrapping the strap around him.

"Mhm." Y/N nodded before walking over to the rack to make sure the back-up guitars were also in good condition.

IV grabbed her by the forearm. She could feel his nails graze her skin, but he didn't sink them in. His hold was somehow gentle, even though she could almost feel his anger and aggression simply by staring into his eyes.

"I don't like her. If that was what you were thinking." He whispers, and the other three members retreat slowly. IV looks down at where his hand was, realizing that his grip had become even more firm, his eyes widening and darting back to Y/N's. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was... I... I should go. Um, sorry, again. So sorry."

IV let go of Y/N, and shook his head as he fixed his hood to follow the rest of the band. He continously swore to himself. He couldn't simply brush off what he just did. Y/N glanced at the dots of black paint that had been left on her skin. She wasn't offended at all by what IV did. Disturbed? Maybe. The guys had their ups and downs. Their highs and lows. Y/N has bared witness to almost all of them. This, wasn't knew. IV wouldn't hurt her. For that matter, no member of the band would.

But what he said, still caught her off guard. He didn't like the event organizer? IV clearly looked furious when he turned to face Y/N, but she had really never seen him truly angry before. Frustrated with the small things like breaking the low E string of course, but with something like this? But again that added on to the long list of things that happened to be unusual in the past few days. First the seemingly unbreakable string on most guitars snaps, and then IV, snaps. But Y/N refused to judge. It came to mind that thee was a chance he was going through something in his life that must be difficult to deal with. Family problems or maybe some personal ones. It wasn't her place to judge and she was aware of it.

Y/N stepped down to the booth where all the lights were being managed. In assisting the other light engineer, she helped to make sure the right colored lights were associated with the right song. As the band started their set, she nodded, confirming that everything was going well on the electronics side. The lights blinked red and she looked up at IV who glanced at her for a split second. In her head, an image of his eyes transitioning from cerulean to crimson flashed almost immediately.

"Y/N, do you see something wrong with one of the lights?" The other engineer raised a brow, trying to catch a glimpse of what she was staring at.

"Uh, no. Just got a little bit of something on my mind, that's all." She mumbled, adjusting the light colors again for the next half of the song.

After sitting down for the rest of the set, with all of the pre-programmed lights working accordingly, Y/N felt a bit uneasy looking up at the stage. Every glance at IV made her feel, unusual. She couldn't explain what the feeling was, even to herself. Like her heart was racing but not out of fear, but rather, for something else. After 2 more songs, it felt as if her whole body was screaming at her to look at him again. And so she did, locking eyes with him once more.

"Hey, if you're not feeling alright, you can head back to the hotel." The other engineer smiled. "I'm pretty sure that no one would be upset with you getting some rest. Come on, you've been preparing for this festival for a while."

"But what if something goes wrong with the guitars. I need to... I need-"

"I think what you need, is a very long nap. I'll tell the guys. Don't worry!"

Y/N nodded, and went to go grab her backpack halfway through The Offering. Even as IV was jumping around on stage, he glanced at the light booth, where only one person was sitting. A quick look around to the left, and he saw Y/N packing her belongings.

He grew restless throughout the whole show. IV tried his best to enjoy everything, the energy of the crowd, the music, and the wonderful light show, and... He just couldn't. Growing tense near the last song, he pressed down on the fretboard of his Jackson guitar, and broke the lowest string. Again. Luckily, it was after the last note of the song had been played, and the 4 of them could finally leave the stage.

"What the hell did you do this time?" Vessel shook his head, adjusting his hood. "Dig your nails into her skin and expect her to want to stay? You're mad."

"I just-" IV started.

"Just what man?" III's laugh sounded like a cocktail of anger and disappointment. "Oh yeah, 'just because you think I like this girl that was flirting with me, I don't and hope you know that.' What the actual fuck was that? You better pray to Sleep you didn't scare her away forever. Fuck."

"Oh." Vessel lets out a small chuckle, staring at IV.

"Don't you read my thoughts. Not now." IV sets his guitar down in the rack, the lowest string slumping over the other slots in the rack.

"The problem is not that I can read your thoughts, rather, that I can't." Vessel's lips crooned, and the rest of them knew that he was squinting under his mask. "What blessing has Sleep given you that I cannot fathom?"

"I don't want to speak about it."

"Mate, you do realize we can help you, if you need it." II placed his hand on IV's shoulder.

"You need to learn when to shut your mouth." A low growl escaped IV's lips.

"You need to learn when to calm down!" III's eyes widened, raising his voice to gain the vessel's attention.

"You need to learn to keep your hands off of Y/N, you bastard." IV's eyes shifted from blue to crimson again, and III stifled a whimper in his throat.

"Oh my, Sleep." II took a couple steps away. "You're one of 'em? One of 'em servants of Sleep that uh... Needs to do... That thing... That process to stay alive? How long have you been this way?"

Although III, was still partially terrified, he let out a small giggle, followed by a few words that sounded like "he means sex, doesn't he." IV's eyes returned back to their original color, and he inhaled sharply in a brief attempt to calm himself, which inevitably failed.

"That makes you, quite... Um..." Vessel gulped, biting the inside of his lip. "Promiscuous, does it not?"

IV shook, his head, which earned him some odd looks from the rest of the band. It was true, he would indeed die, if he didn't, in his words, "participate in some ungodly practices" frequently. He hadn't the slightest idea how he was still alive, but he had ignored it for the most part. IV was still willing and able to go up on stage for rituals, so, he hadn't thought much of the idea.

"You're a fucking incubus and you're not having sex? How the hell are you alive? How are you not a whor-" III questioned him loudly, and II elbowed him in the ribs to get him to quiet down. "Jeez, fucking christ I get it."

"Dunno. Just, don't want to." IV shrugs, and the whole band goes quiet as one of the crew members passes by to help pack some of the gear up.

"I thought you were actually trying to flirt with that event organizer earlier?" Vessel raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"She was trying to flirt with me, and I wouldn't budge. Then I heard Y/N thinking that I liked the woman and I flipped. I don't know what happened, I just, couldn't take it anymore."

"So you know Y/N likes you? As in, has been fancying you for the past 4 years and hasn't said a thing?" III piped up again, knowing that IV's angry actions were practically unpredictable. "Speaking of Y/N, where is she?"

"I scared her away."

"Excuse me?" II furrowed his brows, setting his box of drumsticks down, hard. "You, what?"

"Either she knows that I'm not, human, or, she thinks she's insane." IV exhaled sharply, his head finding a small bit of peace in the palms of his hands. "Fuck me."

"She's probably at the hotel, you should talk to her." III replied, and IV sighed.

"So I can go off and scare her again? No thank you, I'm fine. And I'm quite sure she is without... Without me."

"Praise be to Sleep you are infatuated with this woman." Vessel shook his head. "For the love of all that is holy, if you do not speak to Y/N, I will do so for you."

"And what the fuck will you say, Vessel? 'Nice to see you again Y/N! Yeah, did you know, that IV likes you just as you like him, and oh yeah, he is a demon, whose existence relies off the fact that he has to FUCK SOMEONE! Oh yeah! See you later!' What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with all of you?" IV stormed off, and the other three refused to follow him.

~~timey wimey skip~~

Y/N dropped her bag on the floor, and crawled into bed before grabbing one of the blankets she brought and tossed it over herself. She couldn't recall how fast it was before she fell asleep.

After blinking a few times, she sat up in bed, except the room... She wasn't in the hotel anymore. This was, home... This was her home. Her house. This was her bedroom. Y/N began to hyperventilate, and that feeling that something was caught in her chest earlier, returned. She looked around before a black-painted hand landed on her shoulder. In a frenzy, she pushed the person down against the bed, and it took a second to realize.

"IV? What are you, what are we... What the hell?" She let go of him, sliding back to the other side of the bed. "What are you doing here, what are we doing here? I'm at the hotel. How..."

"Please, I'm sorry. I'm making you like this. I don't want you to feel like this."

"Oh there's nothing wrong with me I'm fin-" Y/N was cut off by the tightening in her chest becoming worse by the second. "God, damn it!"

"How do I? I don't know how to..."

"What the hell are you doing, IV?" Y/N blinked a few times, squinting at him.

"I'm an incubus. I'm a fucking incubus and that's why you're in pain. This is a dream."

Y/N stared at him, the pain of confusion striking her harder than the actual physical pain she was dealing with. Every fibre of IV's being was screaming at him to hold her hand, to just do anything in his power to comfort her. She was in pain, and desperate for answers.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I shouldn't have, I-"

"IV."

"Yes?"

"You, are a sex demon?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

"Is every member of Sleep Token, one or is it just you?"

"Just me, but every member of the band isn't human." Words kept leaping out of IV's mouth and he couldn't stop himself. "You aren't, scared of me? Y/N, I could hurt you, I could kill you."

"IV, I, know none of you are human." Y/N began to bite the tip of her tongue as the pain started to become a little worse. "Vessel reads minds; I'm not sure what II and III can do but, III invades my dreams to play video games with me sometimes."

"III is finding his way into your dreams?" IV's eyes shift colors again. "Fucker doesn't know when to stay away."

"Whoa, whoa, he's like a brother to you isn't he? Because I know he's like one to m-" Y/N was interuppted by IV tearing his mask off and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled back, seeing his crimson eyes in their full glory, alongside how his back teeth were as sharp as his canines. Her eyes darted from one inhuman feature to another, which caused IV to panic. He turned to the mirror behind him to realize what he had revealed to her. He crawled backwards before he reached the foot of the bed.

"No, I shouldn't be doing this. Not to you."

"IV, I'm not scared of you!"

"You don't get it. This pain you feel, it's some sick way of getting to to sleep with me. Some fucking power I can't control. God, you may not even love me."

"Excuse me?"

"This attraction you feel to me is because some ability I harbor. You don't love me. You can't, it's not possible. I need to go."

"IV, wait."

Y/N pulled out a small necklace hidden behind her shirt, and revealed it to IV.

"Vessel gave me this the day I got the job. Said I would need it or you four would give me a headache." Y/N pressed her hand against IV's chest. "It's so none of your guys' weird mind controlling powers can get to me. IV, I fucking give a shit about you and there's nothing you can do to change that. The fangs, the eyes, the fact that you're a damn incubus. Nothing, will ever change that, you hear me?"

IV paused, and his lips crashed into Y/N's again. She wrapped his arms around him, pulling his hood down. After scooting into his lap, he pressed her against the bed. Her hands were entwined in his hair, as he dived in for another kiss, this one being more hungry than the last.

"Are you okay, with this, with, all of this?" IV whispered against her neck.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna add onto a few years of your life because of this right?"

IV snickered and pressed another kiss to her lips, entwined the fingers of one of his hands with hers. In another kiss, her tongue grazed one of his sharp molars, but the two ignored the coppery taste left behind.

He pulled his heavy jacket off before beginning to kiss and bite softly around Y/N's collarbone, mumbling praises after every single one, drawing a small moan from the bottom of her throat.

"I'm sorry." IV apologized again, and Y/N mumbled a "why" in response.

Her eyes shot open, realizing that she was still in the hotel room. It was almost pitch black, and a figure emerged from the darkness, crawling onto the bed next to her.

"We're finishing this outside of the dream." IV tossed his mask, jacket, and shirt onto the chair by the window before crawling above Y/N and resuming where he left off.

Y/N practically ripped off her shirt, as she placed her hand on his clothed member, earning a moan from him, which he attempted to stifle with another kiss.

"Oh no darling." IV smirked, hooking his fingers along the waistbands of her shorts and undergarments. "I think this part should just be, about you."

He dove in almost immediately, and she could feel her walls clench at the mere exposure of herself to him. IV licked slowly, up and down her slit, maintaining eye contact with Y/N the whole time.

"Oh my god IV..." She moaned, holding onto him by the locks of his hair.

He pressed 2 fingers against her slit, before rubbing small circles on it. IV leaned into another kiss, before his kisses started trailing down her chest. Almost instantly, he pressed 2 fingers inside of her.

"So wet for me huh?" IV chuckled, in an attempt to stifle a small moan from himself, as he felt his member grow harder against his pants. "Fucking beautiful."

"IV please just..."

"What do you want, darlin'?" His eyes were glowing red at this point, and for once, he didn't care for it.

"I want to-"

"What do you want?" He pulled both of his fingers out of her, placing them into his mouth, and closing his eyes before letting out a small groan. "Fuck, you taste delightful."

IV was in a rush to rid himself of his pants and his own undergarments, before pressing small kisses on Y/N's neck again. She could feel how soaked she was, how even the insides of her thighs were coated with her own juices. And this new sight, made her walls clench at nothing.

"Please IV. Just please..."

"You want me inside you, sweetheart? That what you want?" IV tapped his member against her slit a few times, a sadistic chuckle leaving his mouth as Y/N's desperate attempts to gain friction were fruitless. "I need to hear you say it."

"Fucking hell, IV, I need you to fuck me for God's sake!"

"Anything for you darling, anything for you." He aligned himself before pressing into her.

Y/N let out a loud gasp, as she underestimated how large his member actually was. Wrapping her arms around him, she clawed at his back, earning a small growl from him. His pace was slow and deadly. IV made sure that the two of them would savor every single moment of this event. While Y/N was reduced to a pool of moans, IV's occasional growl or low chuckle seemingly made her worse. It took only seconds before IV had kept hitting the right spot, over and over. He leaned in, sinking his teeth into her neck, as if she didn't have enough marks already. Y/N returned the favor, leaving small hickies up and down his neck, to which he responded by crashing his lips into hers while his cock was still buried deep inside of her.

"You gonna cum for me darling?"

Y/N could only moan in response, as she felt IV's warm breath on her neck again, the precursor to the feeling of sweet release that hit both of them simultaneously. IV landed on his back next to her, entwining his fingers with hers again.

"Was that, uhm, good?" IV turned his neck to face her.

"IV, that, was the best thing. Ever." Y/N let out a small laugh, proceeding to cuddle more into him. "I'm just a bit tired now, that's all. "

IV's fangs retracted and his eyes returned to their normal shade of blue.

"Still can't believe we went from terrified to talking to each other to..."

"You having sex with an incubus? Well, there's a first time for everything I guess."

"Do you still feel like you want to kill III?"

"No." IV mumbled, placing his head atop hers as there bodies pressed against each other's softly. "We belong to each other now, and I think we have enough marks to prove it. Now, darling, you can rest. Because in your waking moments, know that I will be there too."

"Good night IV." Y/N pressed her face against her chest. "I-I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. I love you too." He smiled.

~fin~

A/N

WOOOOOO IT'S OVER yeah there may be a part two. Perhaps? Mayhaps? Anyways I hope yall liked it, and I hope my smut wasn't awful because I am TIRED like DAMN. But still, once again, I hope yall enjoyed and I will see you in the next one!! <3 the chances of the next one being less horny and more wholesome are high.

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[stressedemoblackbratz]

pretend

pairing: shuri x singer!black reader

warnings: swearing and fading relationship between reader and her boyfriend

a/n: as you can tell, i was definitely inspired by Zay’s own writing (the title has magically excused itself from my brain (i’m thinking lemonade, but i don’t wanna fuck up) my apologies, but i’m gonna blame that on finals). i loved the chapters and it inspired me to write something after a year. those euphoria requests wore me out lol. also, i don’t mention the death of anyone in this story. it didn’t happen…okay? okay! i might do a backstory to this? I’m not really sure, but we’ll see. i hope you enjoy babes!

words: 1.4k + not proofread

let's pretend we never met. a good excuse to play forget. let's pretend you never lied, so i can give it up all night, swallow my pride, and learn to forgive. when i'm looking for love i pretend it's you. a love that never ends.

the bed was cold, your lace band was on snug, and the food you cooked for your boyfriend of 2 years was cold.

and after all that damn cooking?

he could throw away the food and clean the dish he didn’t get to eat.

2 years and this was life. you used to bask in each others presence, go on dates, write poems together, make appearances, but now?

now you barely saw him because he was rehearsing lines with his new costar and you were trying to finish your album.

he didn’t look at you the same anymore, the house was cold, and those i love you’s we’re definitely empty.

you were perfect and just like that it was gone.

pretending like you were fine was the only thing you two had in common.

you remember one morning darius got a call stating he nailed his audition and filming would start soon. that night you two attended a movie premiere then at the after party you met t’challa and he introduced you to his sister, shuri.

now it was forced smiles on the red carpets, powdering your face after cry sessions, lying for him, and him avoiding questions about you slyly.

real enough.

now shuri, your producer for your upcoming 3rd studio album, she knew better.

she watched you write the songs, cry mid recording, consoled you when you came in with puffy eyes and swollen lips, fed you when you realized it had been some time between your last meal due to the fast paced life…she picked up the pieces.

and she hated it because she’s in love with you.

“okay! okay! but sza? ctrl literally raised me…sos is gonna eat.” you proclaimed to shuri one night after recording one song and touching up two others. it was crunch time and your label and fans wanted the album soon.

laughing at your seriousness she put the pho she had ordered down. the light you got in your eyes while speaking on the popular album was so cute to her.

you loved this shit as much as she did.

you were raw. letting each emotion out in each song and showcasing your life to shuri before showing it to those who supported you and your craft. you didn’t put on a facade in front of her even after you had been pretending for awhile.

“for me uh…” shuri paused to think after her giggles died down. she licked her bottom lip before flicking her eyes to yours. “definitely ego death by the internet. they raised me and i hope that their next album isn’t their last. i’d scream out to bast.” she started giggling again with you joining in.

two beautiful women discussing a mutual love.

“hey y/n. listen baby, i’m gonna be late, but i promise i didn’t forget.” you could hear aeva, darius’s costar, giggling in the back. “see you soon, love you.” he quickly said before the recording clicked in an ending.

according to him he wasn’t with her intimately, but you knew him. he was drawing away for awhile, way before this role. you wanted the peace of not caring or wondering what he was doing. wondering if what he once felt for you was what he felt for her just times ten.

in that moment, with tears in your bottom lash line and legs criss crossed sitting in the large black satin bed, you knew him coming home in a few hours, waking you up with sex and sorry’s you’ve learned not to believe wouldn’t cut it this time.

it hurt so bad to know that you were done.

it hurt more to know you gave up, not that the love died. you had already grieved on that. you tried so hard, but it takes two.

but you were so happy because you’d be able to address those growing feelings you had for a certain wakandan producer.

those feelings you suppressed to honor what was left of your expiring relationship.

all of that was over. you decided it.

climbing out of the king sized bed, you made your way to the bathroom. after cleaning up your face and sighing at the water clumped lash extensions, you decided you needed to shower to sooth the ache you felt simmer in your heart.

while rinsing the soap off of you, you realized your bedroom would make you feel suffocated. you needed to leave.

the only place close by though? shuri’s studio.

quickly drying off, moisturizing, putting on deodorant, and changing into a light pink crochet top, panties, black shorts, and the most beat up pair of crocs you owned, it was almost time to go.

a purse and jacket on one arm with your phone and keys in the other hand led you downtown.

shuri was up playing with beats. you needed one more song on the album before your label would review it and decide on the next steps.

she didn’t want the hard work you had done to not be cleared. this final beat would put you and her in the spotlight. this album was your baby and in a way, hers too.

she hadn’t heard griot announce your presence as she nodded her head to the beat, but she acknowledged your existence when she smelt your signature scent overwhelm her nostrils.

you definitely noticed her. she smelt so good and looked even better. her curls hung in front of her face, different vibranium rings across all 10 fingers, wearing low hanging sweats, and a tight beater that helped show off her lean, but muscular frame.

“y/n?” she called turning around. by the look of your eyes her heart dropped, but she could notice a different kind of look on your face compared to what she usually saw associated with that feature.

“what’s wrong, entle? kukho into ayenzileyo?” she asked stopping the beat, queuing a different track, and grasping your hands.

you smiled at her urgency. she was always so sweet to you.

“shuri you know i’m still learning. i only caught you calling me beautiful.” you teased with a smile. her heart didn’t feel as heavy anymore with that look. it wasn’t forced, just playful.

“kukho into ayenzileyo, i asked did he do something?” shuri said with a light smile and knowing eyes. yours darkened a bit before you looked away and contemplated on the best way to tell her.

“he promised he wouldn’t miss dinner again, he did and it’s because he wants to be with her.” shuri frowned at his actions.

“i can’t take this anymore so i’ve decided when he comes home i’ll let him know we’re done. i’m going to make sure he gets a good mover for his items and i find a good locksmith so he can’t come back.” you revealed. saying it out loud made you feel lighter.

“i’m giving it all up. i choose me and my happiness.” you whispered as she brought you into her chest. the slight jolt she endured as a result of you slamming into her made her bump the play button and start the last song you recorded together.

let’s pretend that we bout to break up…to catch the feelings so we can make up…

“i’m…i’m proud of you! this whole album was you baring it all and finding yourself…this might be the end of a chapter. you’re stepping into a new book.” shuri spoke to you. she was tired of picking up the pieces he broke. she was tired of seeing you try to fix them.

let’s pretend i ain’t your friend so we can get it on again.

“ndiyakuthandana.” she whispered her love to you.

so we can get it on again. let’s pretend we never met, a good excuse to play forget.

“nam ndiyakuthanda” you whispered right back.

i pretend it’s you…that i’m in love with…

a tattooed hand gripped the side of your face before shuri questioned you.

“you mean that shit?” she lowly whispered.

you looked into her dark eyes and thought about everything. the first session, your recent session, the parties, the conversations, the outings, the meals you ate together, the secrets you told, the feelings you shared, everything you’ve experienced with her or because of her you wouldn’t trade.

you did mean it.

a thousand times you’d say yes.

with a nod from you shuri lifted your head from her chest and kissed you.

she’s been waiting for it.

that kiss was one of many that night. clothes left on the soundboard, seven mixed calls and a few texts left from darius ignored, the sun started to come up, and a new life was brewing on the horizon.

pretending led you to what you really wanted.

shuri.

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[steddiecameraroll]

They Keep (Just) Missing

ao3

Rating: M - WC: 13,760 - AU Modern, Angst with a Happy Ending, miscommunication galore, four times they should’ve kissed but didn’t, and one time they finally do.

First Time

“What are you doing here, Steve?” Eddie stares at the man standing before him.

“I came with Robin?” Steve doesn’t understand the hostility being daggered at him.

Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets and tries calming his breathing. It’s been a few years since Eddie’s laid eyes on the slender, ever-beautiful man across from him. The hallway of this very small, very smelly, cramped bar wasn’t making it any more comfortable.

“You ok, man?” Steve takes a cautious step forward.

“Yeah, uh sorry, thought I was seeing a ghost.” Eddie runs his hand over his face trying to remove the clear emotions from his expression. “It’s good to see you.” Eddie tries to lift his tone to pretend he isn’t nervous as fuck.

“Yeah, you too, man. Glad to see you’re still with the band. That’s cool.” Steve leans casually against the wall and crosses his arms.

Eddie’s stomach flutters at how gorgeous Steve looks. He has a little bit of stubble gracing his jawline and is wearing a tight white crew neck shirt under an unbuttoned yellow dress shirt covered by an oversized denim jacket. Eddie has to bite his cheek to keep his eyes from raking over Steve’s body.

“Yeah, still plugging along. Things are picking up, though. It’s been fun. Glad you’re here. So you’re in town then?” Eddie nervously finds his chain wallet hanging from his side and starts rubbing his thumb over the clip attached to his belt loop.

“Yeah, for Thanksgiving. Joyce invited me down, and I didn’t have anything else going on, so I thought I’d accept.” Steve watches Eddie carefully. He’s trying to understand the mood happening between them.

Eddie seems nervous, and Steve can’t understand why. When Steve left Hawkins about three years earlier, their relationship could be defined as friends, they’d gotten closer, but it wasn’t like they were best friends or anything. Steve didn’t keep in touch, but neither did Eddie. It felt like their friendship faded to what it was meant to be, just casual acquaintances. When someone would bring up the other one, they would smile and listen all about what was going on, like a fondness for a past life, but that was it.

“Oh right, the whole reunion of sorts. Very cool, um, maybe I’ll see you there.” Eddie needs to return to the band but can’t pull away. He wants to soak up every possible second with Steve because he knows he won’t get to see him again, and it’s been a while since he’s recharged his Steve fix.

“For sure, uh, do you need to get ready?” Steve makes a motion with his thumb back behind him down the hallway.

“Right, yeah.” Eddie looks behind Steve and sees Robin heading down the hallway toward them.

“Eddie! Oh my god, I’m so excited for tonight. Look who joined me,” Robin puts her hand on Steve’s shoulder and gives him a little shake.

“Yeah, yeah, I see that. You didn’t tell me.” Eddie narrows his eyes at her, trying to communicate silently.

“It was a surprise,” she widens her eyes and leans forward.

“Sure fucking was,” Eddie’s fake smile starts to slip.

Steve’s picking up on something between them and turns to look at Robin with his brows furrowed.

“What’s going on?” 

“Oh, nothing,” Robin beams at him and then turns back to Eddie. “Gareth was looking for you.”

“Right, yeah, so I gotta find him. Glad you’re here, Steve. Good to see you.” Eddie heads down the hallway and bumps into Robin purposefully. “I’ll talk to you later.”

*****

“I thought you’d be happy to see him,” Robin admits to Eddie after he cornered her by the bar.

“Uh, sure, but maybe a warning would’ve been nice. Now I’m fucking nervous as shit and gonna fuck up this whole show.”

“Don’t you think you’re being dramatic?” Robin crosses her arms and leans against the bar top.

“No, no I don’t. He looks so fucking hot, and I hate you for that.” Eddie doesn’t feel Steve coming up behind him, and it’s too late for Robin to warn him.

“Who does?” Steve slides in by Robin.

“Uh,” Eddie almost chokes on his tongue, trying to find a responsible answer.

“One of the bartenders.” Robin butts in and gives Eddie a tight-lipped look.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie quickly agrees.

“Oh, who is it?” Steve starts looking around.

“He’s in the back.” Eddie tries to cover it up.

“Point him out when he comes back. I wanna know the kind of guy Eddie Munson thinks is hot.” Steve found out Eddie was gay years ago and, to Eddie’s relief, was just as fine with it as he was with Robin.

“Uh, ok?

“Have you asked him out?” Steve grins wide.

“No, no, I don’t think he likes me.” Eddie keeps looking at Robin, seeking assistance.

“Y-yeah, he’s still feeling it out,” Robin adds, hoping to help.

“So, the idea is to feel it out? See if he’s into guys too?” 

Eddie nods, “mhm.”

“Are there like signs or something to look out for?” Steve looks between Eddie and Robin.

“Flirting, flirting is one.” Robin points out.

“I know flirting,” Steve wiggles his shoulders.

“No, you don’t, dingus.” Robin scrunches her face at him.

“Shut up, yes I do.” Steve crosses his arms.

“While you two argue about that, I’ve gotta go.” He grabs his beer from the bar, nods at the bartender, and walks up towards the stage.

“So point him out, ok?” Steve says to Robin.

“Who?”

“The bartender.” Steve reminds her.

“Oh, oh yeah. I’ll see if he’s still here.” 

“What does he look like?” Steve starts looking around the room.

“Why are you so interested?” Robin tilts her head at him.

“I just, I don’t know, was curious what his type was like,” Steve replies, flustered.

“You wanna know his type?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“So what is it?”

“Dorks,” she rolls her eyes.

“Like nerds? I mean, I guess that makes sense.”

“No, no, not nerds, but giant idiots. Who usually can’t get their shit together and are oblivious to reality.” Robin doesn’t even try to hide it.

“Ok, that doesn’t really help.”

Robin rolls her eyes, takes her drink from the bar, and walks toward the stage.

“Just tell me. What does he look like?” Steve follows close to her.

“You seem interested in the kind of guy Eddie wants to bang, dingus.” Robin takes a sip and gives him a suggestive glance.

“No, pfft, I was…I was just curious.” Steve lifts his beer to his mouth and stares at the ceiling avoiding eye contact.

Robin pointedly turns and faces Steve. “He has a type. His type is a little Ryan Reynolds-like, probably a jock or was one in high school. Tall, prefers brunettes. Likes a man in tight jeans. I hate it. When we hang out, he’s always comparing every dude to this one guy, and it makes me want to sock him in the mouth. He won’t shut up about him, and it’s been fucking years.”

“Years?” Steve furrows his brows.

“Yeah, years.” She runs her eyes over him and then sighs and turns back to the stage, taking another sip of her drink.

“Wait, years? So do I know him? Who is it?” Steve starts wracking his brain through everyone from school. Steve must know him if he likes guys that are into sports. Unless he played baseball, Steve wasn’t on the baseball team. Although he could’ve because those little league games and his bat-swinging skills were monster-killing worthy.

Robin doesn’t reply but rolls her eyes again and is relieved when the lights turn down and the crowd starts cheering.

The other band members of Corroded Coffin come spilling onto the stage, waving to a few people in the crowd and getting themselves situated with their instruments. After a long beat, Eddie steps out of the darkness to a spattering of hoots and hollers, gives a wicked grin to the crowd, and grabs his guitar from the stand, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Hey, we’re Corroded Coffin, and I hope you’re ready for a life-altering dick-tingling experience tonight.” Eddie catches Steve’s eyes at the end of the sentence and sends him a flirty wink. He always feels more confident on stage.

The crowd cheers and hangs off every word. Steve starts understanding how rock stars can be worshipped. The way the spotlight frames Eddie’s face creates a halo glow in Eddie’s hair and brings a sparkle to his brown eyes. Steve thinks he looks utterly celestial.

The band played one of the best sets they’ve had in months. Whatever the fear and nervousness Eddie felt with Steve being there, he channeled and pushed himself through to perform his best version. When they were finished, Eddie was dripping in sweat, exhausted but running on excitement and adrenaline. The band started unhooking their instruments and heading off stage to the back, letting the next band set up.

“Can we go back there?” Steve asked Robin.

“Backstage?”

“Yeah, y’know, just to tell him… them that they did a good job?” Steve’s body was buzzing with the show’s after-effects.

“You wanna go back and tell Eddie he did a good job?” Robin asks teasingly.

“Shut up, never mind.” 

“Come on,” Robin grabs Steve’s hand and pulls him to the back door.

No one stops them or confronts them, and Steve is surprised at how simple it is for anyone to walk to the back.

“Munson, you have a new groupie.” Robin shoves open the door to an office, and the band is mingling around in the room.

“Rob! Oh do I?” Eddie turns to the door while wiping his face off with a hand towel. When he pulls the towel down, his eyes meet Steve’s, and his stomach drops at the look he’s giving him. “Steve,” he swallows hard and tries to pull himself together quickly. “You gonna come on tour with us and hang out in the bus dressed in almost nothing, with your tits hanging out?”

Steve’s mouth goes dry as he feels Eddie’s eyes look over his body as if Eddie is thinking about Steve wearing an outfit like he’s describing.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” Robin leaves the room, pretty sure neither of the boys heard her.

Eddie moves closer to Steve, and Steve feels like he’s prey and Eddie is stalking him. It sends a chill down Steve’s spine straight past his shoulders to his hips.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Steve crosses his arms and cocks an eyebrow at Eddie.

“Maybe,” Eddie winks and then turns back, wrapping the towel around his neck and grabbing a bottle of water. “Enjoy the show, Harrington?”

While Eddie is turned away, Steve takes in the man’s form and lets his eyes rake over his entire body.

Has Eddie always been this sexy? Shit. 

“Uh yeah,” Steve clears his throat and diverts his gaze. “It was great. Glad I was here for it.” Steve tries to sound as casual as possible.

Eddie turns to Steve and leans his hand on a nearby table, shifting his body weight and casually leaning on one foot. Steve tries to ignore the shudder rolling through him at the view.

“What are you doing later, Harrington? There’s an after-party at Gareth’s. You should come.” Eddie is trying to hold onto the confidence being on stage brings him.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Eddie puts his hand out, “give me your phone.” 

Steve’s stomach drops, and he pulls his cell out from his back pocket and moves closer to Eddie, handing him his phone. Steve can smell sweat, cigarettes, and something faintly amber and musky coming from Eddie. When Eddie finishes, he glances up at Steve and offers the phone back.

“Now you have my number. I’ll text you the address. See you later, Stevie.” Eddie presses his tongue to the tip of his tooth while grinning wickedly at Steve.

Steve can’t find his voice and nods. His hand is tingling, and he wants to look at his phone, but he waits until he steps out of the room. Pulling the door shut behind him, he leans against it and sighs loudly. He looks down at the screen and swipes it open, seeing the last screen appear and the text Eddie sent to himself.

Favorite Metalhead ❤ 

Steve: I’ve never told you this before, but I think you’re the sexiest guitar player in the entire world 

“What are you smiling at, dingus?” Robin appears holding two drinks and hands one to Steve.

“Oh, nothing.” Steve clicks his screen off and slides his phone into his back pocket. “Eddie invited us to the after-party. Wanna go?” 

“Shit, can’t. I have the opening shift tomorrow. This show was late enough. I can’t be up until 3 am. But you should definitely go.” She clinks her drink against his and gives him a goofy smile.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. Hang out with Eddie for a while.” Steve feels his phone buzz in his pocket, making him jump a little.

“Uh, you ok?” Robin looks at him, concerned.

“My phone just buzzed. It scared me.”

“Let’s go back out, finish this drink, and listen to this last band. Then I’m gonna go home.” Robin starts walking to the main area, and Steve pulls his phone out and slides it open.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: why Stevie, I had no idea you were so obsessed with me 

Steve bites back a wide grin and shoots off a quick reply.

Steve: In your dreams, Munson 

Steve sees the bubble appear that Eddie’s already replying.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: you hanging out in my dreams? 

Steve: I don’t know what goes on in that head. It’s probably safer to stay out of there. 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: for you? definitely. but I don’t know what you’re into. you might like it 

Steve doesn’t realize he’s grinning at his phone when Robin looks back at him.

“Ok, who is it? You keep smiling at your phone.” She leans over, trying to read who’s on the screen, and Steve tilts it away from her view.

“No one, just reading something.” He clicks the screen off and slides his phone back into his back pocket.

******

Steve: You already leave? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: yep, bout 5 min ago. you ditching our date? 

Steve: I didn’t realize this was a date. Would’ve worn something nicer 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: you looked nice enough to me 

Steve sighs and feels himself blush at the compliment. He doesn’t understand what’s happening but doesn’t want to stop.

Steve: You checking me out? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: like everyone else at the show 

Steve: No one was checking me out 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: you’re delusional, hurry up and get over here. i’m bored 

Steve: You’ve only been there 5 mins 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: that’s long enough 

Steve: Send me the address 

Steve clicks the link and pulls up the directions. Gareth’s house is only about 8 minutes away, and Steve’s relieved he drove separately from Robin. 

“You ready to get out of here?” Steve taps Robin’s shoulder.

“Yeah, this band sucks.” She sets her watered-down drink on the nearby bar top, and they head outside.

“Oh shit, my ears.” Steve rubs his palm against his ear, trying to pop it.

“Well, have fun at the party, and be safe. Take an Uber if you get fucked up.” Robin opens her arms, inviting Steve in for a hug.

“Yes, mom.” Steve squeezes his best friend tightly.

“Tell Eddie I said hi,” Robin winks at Steve and waves back at him.

Steve: I’m leaving now, see you in 10 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: can’t wait 

Steve: Sounds like you’re the one obsessed with me 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: in your dreams, Harrington 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: *my 

Steve pulls his keys out of his pocket and jumps into his car, following the directions through town. He parks down the street and can hear the thump of music floating through the air. When he gets to the door of the house, it’s cracked open, and he can hear many voices. He pushes the door open and looks around. There is smoke in the air, a mixture of marijuana and cigarettes pluming around. People are walking around with red Solo cups filled with something.

Steve: Where are you? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: i’m out back 

Steve walks through the living room and lets his instincts guide him in a direction he feels is toward the back. He steps into the kitchen, notices a sliding glass door to a backyard, and walks through the darkness.

“Steve!” Eddie’s voice calls for him from somewhere to his right.

Steve turns and squints to see a red glow coming from that direction. He assumes it’s Eddie and heads over to it. His eyes start to adjust to the darkness, and he sees Eddie sprawled out on a ratty chaise lounger holding a joint to his lips.

“Still look good, Stevie.” Eddie motions to Steve’s outfit.

“It’s just something I threw on.” Steve runs his hand down his shirt and sits on the equally ratty chaise next to Eddie. “Why you out here alone?”

“Waiting for you.” Eddie offers the joint over to Steve.

Steve takes it and leans back in the chaise, looking up at the stars glowing above them. He wraps his lips gently around the paper and takes a pull, holding the smoke in his mouth for a second, then easily sucks in and holds it again, then slowly releases the smoke into the sky. Eddie watches in awe.

“Here,” Steve offers Eddie the joint back.

“Do you smoke?”

“I got my med card a while ago.” Steve sighs and enjoys the weed slowly spreading through his veins. “Anxiety, nightmares, I’m a fucking mess.”

“Shit, I’m impressed.” Eddie takes another hit off the joint and then passes it back to Steve.

“You sounded really good tonight.”

“Thanks, man. Yeah, we’re finally getting our groove.”

The two pass the joint back and forth as they continue their casual conversation. Once they’ve finished up, Steve notices Eddie’s shivering.

“Why didn’t you wear a real jacket? It’s November, dude.” 

“My leather jacket is real. Shut up.” Eddie wraps his arms around himself, trying to warm up.

“My jacket is toasty. Mmmmm, so warm over here.” Steve antagonizes Eddie playfully.

“Don’t rub it in, Stevie. I shared my weed with you.”

“Come over here, man. I’ll keep you warm.” Steve slides over on the lounger and pats the small space next to him.

“Fuck, ok.” Eddie jumps off his seat and onto Steve’s, casually flinging his body over Steve’s. He wraps his leg around Steve and then slides his hand inside Steve’s jacket across his chest. His head curls onto Steve’s chest, and his whole body shakes.

“Your hand is fucking cold.” Steve curls his arms around Eddie, pulling him closer.

“You need to warm it up.” Eddie casually slides his hand up under Steve’s shirt.

“FUCK, dude, not cool.” Steve jolts at Eddie’s cold touch.

“Shhh, just your skin will warm me faster.” Eddie nuzzles closer into Steve.

Steve doesn’t know if it’s the weed, the alcohol from earlier, or Eddie being this close to him, but he’s in heaven. He shifts his body and turns a little. Eddie’s leg slides further between Steve’s, and their bodies face closer together. Eddie’s face is now just below Steve’s. Steve opens his jacket and tries to wrap it around Eddie’s body.

Eddie’s hand slides around Steve’s body and presses against his back, still under the shirt.

“It’s probably warmer inside.” Steve mumbles.

“You wanna go inside, Harrington?” Eddie looks up, and Steve’s stomach flutters.

Shit 

“No,” Steve says honestly, surprising himself and Eddie by the look on his face.

Eddie buries himself into Steve’s chest, and Steve is sure he sees a peek of red flush Eddie’s cheeks before hiding it.

Steve is no stranger to a man’s body. Over the last few years, he realized some things about himself that Robin had been trying to tell him for a while, and since then has spent many nights in men’s arms. He’s mostly had one-night stands or casual flings. He never felt comfortable enough or had a real connection with any of them for a full-fledged relationship. For some reason, Eddie wrapped up under his coat, their legs tangled together, and sharing a lounger feels more intimate than any sexual encounter he’s had in the past three years.

Steve holds his hips back, making sure instincts, or just human nature, don’t completely embarrass him. He doesn’t even know if Eddie knows he likes guys too. If he did, he probably wouldn’t be nuzzled into his chest.

He can feel Eddie taking slow, calculated breaths, not filling his lungs completely, and wonders if he’s nervous too. Steve’s chin rests on the top of Eddie’s head, and he inhales one long breath, filling his lungs with the smells of his favorite Metalhead.

“Are you smelling me?” Eddie’s voice rumbles against Steve’s chest.

“It’s called breathing.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Do I smell good?”

“No, you smell like you were sweaty earlier.”

“I didn’t realize you recognized the smell of a sweaty man.”

Steve pauses and thinks about what he should say. This is his opening. Does he tell him? Should he say something?

Fuck it 

“I’ve had plenty of sweaty men in my arms before.”

Steve feels Eddie freeze, and Steve holds his breath, waiting for his response.

“W-what do you mean?” Eddie keeps his face covered in Steve’s chest.

“I’ve been with enough guys to recognize the smell of their sweat.” Steve continues to hold his breath in anticipation.

Eddie pulls back and stares up at Steve in shock. “I’m sorry, what?” Eddie starts to disentangle his body from Steve’s, and Steve begins to panic.

“It’s just…I, uh, yeah, thought you knew.” Steve stutters and wants to pull Eddie back into his arms, but he’s now standing next to him, staring at Steve in disbelief.

“No, I think I would remember that.” Eddie wipes his hand over his face while Steve tries to hold his panic back. “Uh, I’m gonna go inside. Fucking cold out here.” Eddie diverts his eyes and heads back inside.

Shit 

Steve pulls his phone out of his back pocket and slides open the screen to pull up Robin’s messages.

Steve: I fucked up 

Rob: You’re lucky I’m still awake. What did you do? 

Steve: I told Eddie that I’ve been with guys 

Rob: Is that how you said it? 

Steve: No, but he freaked out. We were hanging out, and then he got all weird and left. I didn’t think he’d react like that. I mean, I know he’s gay. Why would he get freaked out? 

Rob: Oh dingus. You poor poor innocent soul 

Steve: What? What does that mean? What do I do? Is he mad at me? Should I just leave? 

Rob: No, he’s not mad at you 

Steve: How do you know? You didn’t see him. He was upset 

Rob: I may have just gotten another text 

Steve: Is it him? Is he pissed? 

Rob: At me? Yeah. But not at you. 

Steve: At you? Why is he mad at you? 

Rob: Doesn’t matter, just know he’s not mad at you. Maybe give him space, just needs to adjust to this new information. 

Steve: Why does he need to adjust to it? Nothing changes 

Rob: Everything changes for Eddie 

Steve stares at his phone. What does that mean? Insecurity seeps into Steve’s veins as he sits outside in the cold dark winter air. He thought they were closer than that. He thought Eddie would understand. He thought it would be him if anyone would, but now it changes everything?

Steve pushes himself to his feet and slides his phone back into his pocket. He needs to get out of there. He keeps his head down as he enters the house and pushes his way to the front door. He doesn’t feel a pair of dark brown eyes following him through the crowd.

Second Time

Eddie doesn’t text Steve, and Steve doesn’t text Eddie. They both think about it. They both want to. They both hold their phones and stare at their messages multiple times over the following four days, but they do nothing.

“Is he going to be weird?” Steve asks Robin as they drive to Joyce and Hopper’s for dinner.

“I mean, weirder than he just is naturally? I don’t know.” Robin tries to stay neutral, but she’s squarely in the middle of the two of them. She’s trying so hard to let them work it out themselves and just be good friends to the pair, but each day that goes by tests her resolve. “Just stay away from him if you need to. There will be plenty of us there, so you’ll be fine.”

They pull up to a ranch-style home surrounded by large pine trees tucked into a culdesac and see multiple other cars parked outside.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Steve pushes his passenger door open and exhales. His nerves are shot, and he’s on the cusp of throwing up.

Robin saddles beside him and wraps her arm through his, pulling him to her side. She shakes him gently, trying to help calm him down. He appreciates her kindness.

Joyce pulls the door open with a broad smile and hugs them both.

“Oh you two! Steve, I’m so happy you could come down. Come in, come in. Everyone’s out back.” She steps aside and lets them enter the cozy love-filled home.

It smells amazing when they step indoors, and Steve cannot help but close his eyes and inhale deeply. It’s been so long since he’s had a decent home-cooked meal, let alone Thanksgiving. The holiday of holidays for fantastic cuisine.

“Wow, I love this place.” Steve looks around the house and sees some of Will’s art framed and hanging on the wall. His pieces have become gallery-worthy, and it warms Steve’s heart to see them proudly hung on his mother’s walls.

“Oh, that’s right, you’ve never been here. Let me show you around.” Joyce slips her arm around his, and Robin smiles at him and heads outside to join the others. “Thank you for coming down. The kids have missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed them too. It’s quieter in Chicago, too quiet sometimes.” He squeezes her arm and follows her throughout the place as she shows him the bedrooms, bathrooms, basement, living room, dining room, and sprawling kitchen. He looks around at the dishes cooking on the stove and inside the oven and doesn’t notice someone join them.

“Eddie! I didn’t hear you come in. Come give me a hug.”

Steve spins on his heels to see Eddie nervously approach Joyce, his eyes watching Steve. When Steve catches eye contact, Eddie tries to give him a nervous smile, so Steve gives one back. Steve realizes this may be a really long day.

“Have you two caught up yet?” Joyce motions to the two men.

“Yeah, Steve was at the Corroded show on Saturday.” Eddie twists one of the rings on his left hand, and Steve catches the anxiety motion.

“Oh great! That’s nice that you were down early enough to see him. I heard your shows are getting bigger and bigger. That’s very exciting.” Joyce runs her hand down Eddie’s arm, and Steve sees the pride blushing in her eyes. He loves this woman. She’s a gem and is grateful she’s accepted all the kids as her own. He couldn’t have asked for a better surrogate mother, and he’s relieved she shares this with Eddie.

“Yep,” Eddie avoids looking at Steve again.

“Well, everyone’s out back. Why don’t the two of you join them?” Joyce begins ushering them out towards the back door, and they end up squeezing through awkwardly side-by-side.

Steve doesn’t speak. He doesn’t want to cross a line he’s sure Eddie drew the other night. They’ll be civil for the kids, he knows, but over the last few days, he’s started to accept maybe he didn’t know Eddie like he thought he did, and perhaps they weren’t the friends he hoped they were.

But Eddie speaks and puts one tiny crack into the wall between them. “Hey, man.”

Steve doesn’t know how to answer and stumbles on a response. “Heeey-hi.” Steve sighs a sense of relief when his eyes find Robin seated at the picnic table. He dips away from Eddie and rushes to her side.

“Hey, please save me.” He flops next to her, and she rolls her eyes.

“From what? We just got here.”

“Eddie.” Steve leans over and puts his forehead on the tabletop.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” he rolls his head over and presses his cheek down, looking up at her.

“Steve!” Dustin comes bounding over, and Steve hears exclamations from the other teens.

“Oh shit. Hey, bud.” Steve groans when Dustin throws his arms around his shoulders from behind.

“When did you get here?”

“Just a few minutes ago.” He chokes out through the aggressive hug. “I just saw you yesterday. Why are you trying to kill me?”

“You’re gonna leave soon, so I need to get all the physical contact when possible.” Dustin releases Steve with a huff and then slides into the bench next to him.

“Ok, weirdo.”

“Can I sit here?” Eddie nervously asks while sliding into the other side of the picnic table.

“It’s the cool table now.” Dustin beams brightly.

“Eddie, hey, man.” Mike puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder while he slides in next to him.

Steve sighs, and Robin nudges him privately.

“Food’s ready. Come on, dish up.” Hopper calls out from the other side of the yard.

“Thank god,” Eddie pushes himself away from the table, and everyone follows suit.

The large group lines up to pile heaps of homemade food on their plates. Everyone gathers around the three different tables and digs into their meals. Robin, Steve, Dustin, Mike, and Eddie return to the picnic table.

“Shit, this is good,” Eddie says to no one in particular as he shovels mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“Joyce always kills it,” Steve adds.

Eddie’s eyes flick up, and he finally looks at Steve, giving him a small smile. Steve hopes that’s another crack in the wall. After everyone’s had seconds and sometimes thirds, the group begins to help clean up while Jonathan and Eddie sneak around the corner of the house unnoticed. Steve walks around with a garbage bag cleaning up paper plates and napkins, and when he has two full bags, he heads to the trash cans on the side of the house.

“Oh shit, hey.” Steve almost bumps into Jonathan’s side as he turns the corner. 

Jonathan is holding a joint to his lips and lighting it carefully. Eddie is leaning against the wall, waiting his turn.

“Harrington,” Eddie says with an even tone.

“Just throwing these away.” Steve lifts the two bags up, steps around the others, and deposits the bags into the trash cans.

“Jonathan!” Joyce’s voice calls from the backyard.

“Shit, here, take this.” Jonathan hands the joint to Eddie and disappears, leaving Eddie and Steve alone.

“Wanna join me?” Eddie holds the joint up, offering it to Steve.

“Yeah?” Steve cocks his eyebrow.

“Yeah, come on.” Eddie lights the tip making a perfect cherry, and takes a long pull. When he hands it to Steve, he releases the smoke into the air.

“I have missed this while in town.” Steve takes the joint and leans his back to the wall next to Eddie.

Eddie’s eyes stay up towards the sky, avoiding looking at Steve directly.

“I know a guy,” Eddie smirks, and Steve rolls his eyes.

“I think I also know a guy.”

“Oh yeah? Is it the hot guy?” Eddie jokes as they pass the joint back and forth between each other.

“Maybe, do we have the same taste in men?”

“Doubtful, Harrington.” Eddie sighs, and they let the silence grow between them.

“Shit, I’m already high. Your guy has pretty good weed.” Steve blinks a few times, trying to focus.

“The best in town.”

Steve takes the opportunity to turn his head and look over Eddie’s face. He’s never really looked before. Sure, he’s seen him, sure he’s glanced, sure he’s noticed, but he’s never honestly looked. He can see the smooth curve of his bottom lip, those full soft, looking lips. Has Eddie always had perfectly kissable lips before? Steve’s eyes drop down over Eddie’s chin and follow a taut neck muscle down to his collarbone. It looks good enough to bite.

“See something you like, Stevie?” Eddie can see Steve watching him from his periphery.

Yes 

Shit 

Really? 

Oh, no 

“Really good weed. I should stop, or Robin will have to roll me into her car.”

“I can take you back.” Eddie tilts his head to look at Steve. “Where’re you staying?”

“Robin’s parents’ place.”

“There you are,” Robin’s head pops from around the corner.

“Eddie’s gonna drive me back.” Steve blurts out.

Robin looks pointedly at Eddie and raises her eyebrows. “Oh is he?”

“I’m very high,” Steve admits.

“Yeah, you are. Alright, then I’ll see you back at my place. There’s pie out here if you two stoners want dessert.”

Steve’s eyes go wide, and Eddie snubs out the joint. They both rush around the corner, almost knocking Robin over.

About 45 minutes later, the two boys leave the party a little sobered up.

“Wanna finish this joint before you head back?” Eddie holds it up between them inside his van.

Steve’s eyes fall to Eddie’s mouth for a split second before answering.

“Yeah,” his response comes out breathier than he’d hoped.

A sly grin squeaks across Eddie’s mouth. He turns the key in the ignition, and the vintage van roars to life. They pull into a relatively empty park a few minutes later, and Eddie backs his van into the parking spot. When they hop out, Eddie throws the back doors open and motions to Steve to take a seat. Steve hops up, letting his legs dangle over the edge. Eddie joins him and sits closer than Steve expected. He’s not complaining, but it is causing a buzz through his body.

Eddie pulls the partially completed joint from his pocket and starts searching for his lighter.

“Hold this.” Eddie hands the joint to Steve and then leans into his space to search behind them in the van.

Steve’s mouth goes dry because Eddie has had to twist his body toward Steve to search further in the van, and Eddie’s knee is pressed into Steve’s thigh, while the side of Eddie’s chest is pressed into Steve’s arm. Steve’s starting to feel lightheaded.

“Here!” Eddie moves back and smiles wide, holding his prize between his fingers.

Steve awkwardly smiles and nods. Eddie gives Steve a nod, motioning to put the joint between his lips and offering to light it. Steve nervously places the joint between his lips, and Eddie’s hands move to the snubbed paper flicking the lighter and holding it close. Steve puffs a few times, getting it lit, and that lightheadedness worsens.

Eddie pulls his hands back when Steve’s sufficiently lit and watches. Steve feels like he’s being scrutinized or inspected.

“What?”

“Just watchin’.”

“See something you like?” Steve jokes, calling back Eddie’s comment from earlier.

“Yeah,” Eddie admits, and it makes Steve’s stomach twist. Eddie squeezes the joint between his thumb and index finger, carefully pulls it from Steve’s mouth, then slides it between his lips slowly. “You gotta share, Harrington.”

Steve hums a sound of acceptance and then watches as Eddie expertly puffs out a plume of smoke.

“When are you going home?” Eddie asks, keeping his eyes pointed forward.

“Tomorrow, before traffic is stupid driving back from the holiday travelers.” Steve leans back on his hands and kicks his legs back and forth.

Eddie hands the joint back to Steve and moves his body similarly. Eddie’s eyes slide over Steve’s body.

“You do realize you’re one of those holiday travelers?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

“So, no big Harrington family holiday dinner? You get the year off to visit little ‘ol Hawkins?”

Steve takes a hit and then passes it back. “The Harrington’s don’t do holiday dinners. Never have. My parents travel out of the country on vacation over Thanksgiving. This is the time of year they think Fiji or New Zealand sounds nice.”

“Really? Then what do you normally do over Thanksgiving?”

“This, or the last three years, I stayed in Chicago. Just a free Thursday off to me.”

“What about when you were a kid?” Eddie is trying to understand what Steve is sharing.

“Well, when I was really little, I got to go on vacations. But I usually stayed in the room with the nanny or whoever they brought along to keep me busy. Once I was a teen and could stay home alone, I’d go to Tommy H’s place or even Nancy’s for one year. Then Dustin’s a year. Dustin’s mom makes the best pumpkin pie. What about you? Did you and Wayne go all out?”

Eddie waits before responding, letting Steve’s answers digest for a minute. “Yeah, sometimes. He didn’t have to work those nights, so we’d eat later than most families and go all out. We aren’t great cooks, but I got pretty good at making mashed potatoes. I still don’t know how to make gravy, but we’d fancy up the packets pretty well. We’d have leftovers for a week, and he’d get to eat well at work.”

“That sounds nice,” and he meant it. A tradition like that sounded heavenly, sending an ache through his heart.

“It was. I’m sorry you didn’t get that.” Eddie nudges his shoulder into Steve, and their bodies jostle pleasantly together.

“It’s alright. I didn’t know any different.” Steve’s feeling fuzzy, and he doesn’t know if it’s from the weed or proximity of Eddie’s body.

“But still.”

Steve only responds with a shrug. 

The pair sit silently, letting the weed pleasantly cloud their thoughts. Steve thinks he can feel Eddie’s fingers brushing against his, but he doesn’t want to look, just in case.

“I guess I should take you back, huh? Robin will think I kidnapped you.”

“Hmm, yeah, send out a search team and everything.”

Steve doesn’t want to get out when Eddie pulls out in front of Robin's place a few minutes later. They both sit there for a beat, thinking of anything to say to prolong the conversation.

“Well, thanks, man. Had a good time.” Steve’s the first to break the silence.

“Yeah, good to see you, Harrington.” Eddie keeps his hands on the steering wheel but turns to smile at Steve.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Eddie.” Steve nods and then pushes the passenger door open.

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

Third Time

Steve hears the familiar ping of his phone and pulls it out of his pocket to see a new text notification.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: hey 

Eddie? 

It’s been 11 months since Thanksgiving at Joyce and Hopper’s, and the two haven’t spoken. Steve doesn’t want to admit that seeing Eddie’s text causes a surge of something deep in his stomach.

Steve: Hey 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: Corroded has a show in Chicago tomorrow night. If you’re not busy, two tickets are waiting for you at will call 

Steve glances over to his sleeping boyfriend, curled up on the other end of Steve’s couch. He looks back down at his phone and rereads the message. He doesn’t know why it feels like he’s doing something terrible. Eddie’s not flirting with him. There’s nothing implied in the context, but it still makes Steve nervous.

Steve: Yeah, that sounds great, man. Send me the details, and I’ll see you then 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: can’t wait 

Steve squeezes his eyes shut for a moment willing his heart to slow down, and when he opens them, he sees the text bubble popping up and then disappearing, then popping up and disappearing again. He holds his breath as he sees the bubble pop up and disappear three more times before it finally stops.

Steve: Eddie texted me 

Robin: What did he say? 

Steve: He’s gonna be in Chicago for a show tomorrow night and invited me 

Robin: Are you going? 

Steve: I kinda said I would 

Robin: Is Jake going? 

Steve: I don’t know. He’s asleep 

Robin: Are you going to ask him? 

Steve’s thumb hovers over the screen of his phone, waiting to reply. Was he? He should, right? But it’s not Jake’s scene, and he’s never met, Eddie. But it does feel like he’s sneaking around. Why does it feel like he’s sneaking around?

Robin: Steve? 

Steve: I’m figuring it out 🤦 

Robin: I thought you liked him 

Steve: I do! I do 

Steve: but 

Steve: it’s Eddie 

Robin: I thought you were over that whole thing 

Steve: So did I. Then I get a text from the man and my stomach is doing fucking Olympic sized flips 

Robin: You’re hopeless. Invite Jake, you like him, you’ve been together six months, and you’re having a good time. It’s just a concert and Eddie’s only there for one day. Don’t mess up a good thing over some guy you’ve never even kissed. The two of you are such a shit show 

Robin: Oh look at that. Eddie just texted me to say he texted you. I swear 

Steve: What did he say? 

Steve: Rob? 

Steve: Come on 

Steve: ROBIN 

Steve: Fine 

Steve: Ok, I’ll invite Jake 

Robin: Goodnight, dingus 

******

Steve nervously hands his ID to the bouncer, who checks his list and nods Steve and Jake inside. Jake has his finger hooked into Steve’s belt loop and smiles widely at him as they enter the dark club. Steve’s eyes dart around the room, hoping to see and avoid a certain curly-haired metalhead.

“This place doesn’t look what I thought it would.” Jake has to yell over the music from the speakers mounted above them.

“Yeah,” Steve tries to smile naturally at him in response.

“Hey, wanna drink?” Jake leans in towards Steve’s ear.

“Yes, can you get me a rum and coke with a lime?” Steve turns his head as Jake leans in and kisses Steve’s cheek just as Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s from across the room.

The happy, excited smile Steve was blessed seeing, for a split second, immediately fades into confusion and something else Steve can’t put his finger on. Steve’s chest aches to bring the smile back, and he lifts his hand to give Eddie a wiggle of his fingers in a wave. Eddie nods back but turns around and heads out of view.

Jake returns a few minutes later to Steve, still standing in the same spot and staring across the room. Jake offers the drink to Steve, who takes it and gives him a kind smile. When he takes his first sip, he feels Jake slide his hand across his back, making Steve want to pull away.

“Have you seen your friend?” Jake starts bopping his head to the music, looking around at the crowd.

“Uh, yeah, for just a second. Just waved, though. He’s busy.” Steve tries to occupy himself with his drink and finishes it too fast. “Uh, I guess I was thirsty. I’ll go get me another one.”

Steve pulls away from Jake and heads to the bar. He leans against the edge and sets his drink down. He pulls out his phone, hoping to see a text. When he doesn’t, he sends one of his own.

Steve: Hey, thanks for the tickets. I can’t wait to hear the band again! It’s been too long 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: yeah glad you could use both of them 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: enjoy the show stevie 

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and inhales deeply.

“What can I get you?” The bartender brings Steve back to the moment.

“Uh, rum and coke with a lime.” Steve slides the empty glass over to him. He nods and walks away to mix Steve with a new one.

Steve: Saw Eddie and he saw Jake 

Robin: Steve 

Robin: Please don’t do this. I can’t do 3 months of this all over again. Enjoy the show with your boyfriend please for all that is holy. OR for once in your life actually have a conversation with Eddie and tell him WHAT YOU’RE FEELING 

Steve: Fine 

Robin: To which part? 

Steve: The first part 

Robin: Ok, then don’t text me again until it’s after the show and you’re telling me about the fantastic time you had with your boyfriend 

Steve sighs and slides his phone back into his pocket just as the bartender arrives with his drink. Steve hands over his card, and the bartender gives him a wink when he hands it back.

Great 

When he turns around, Steve sees Jake swaying back and forth to the Deftones cover band on stage. Jake’s holding the straw of his drink to his lips, and Steve thinks maybe Robin is right. He moves up behind him and slides his hand around Jake’s hip, pulling him to his chest. Steve rests his chin on Jake’s shoulder and kisses the side of his head. Jake looks over his shoulder and gives Steve a big smile before returning to the stage.

A few songs later, the band was waving to the crowd and moving off the stage, and Steve recognized a couple of the following band members moving equipment, and he knew Corroded Coffin was up next.

“This will be them,” he tells Jake.

Steve’s mouth goes dry while his entire body feels each second tick by in anticipation. He feels Jake slide his fingers through his hand and pull him close to his side. The dichotomy of emotions fighting inside Steve’s chest is making him nauseous. Steve swallows hard when the lights come up and watches as Eddie confidently struts onto the stage. His guitar is slung over his shoulder on his back.

Steve’s mouth falls open as he takes in Eddie’s appearance. He’s wearing tight black pants with a wide, almost bell bottom base and a black button-down long-sleeved shirt with four buttons undone, exposing his bare chest. A white vest covers the shirt, and Steve sees a glint of sparkle from two chains strung over Eddie’s neck. His hair is fuller and longer on the ends, but layers are added to give it texture. His bangs have grown out, and he’s got a pair of sunglasses on the top of his head. A smudge of eyeliner is swiped along his eyes, oozing sex appeal. He’s the epitome of mouth-watering, and Steve is gone for it.

“Is that?” Jake’s also taking in Eddie’s appearance. “Is that your friend?”

“Huh? Yeah, yeah, that’s…Eddie.” 

“He’s hot,” Jake laughs and turns to Steve catching him gawking at the gorgeous man on stage. Steve doesn’t notice the scrutinizing gaze. “Did you two…hook up?”

“What?” Jake’s question breaks the spell. “No, no, we never…I didn’t even realize, no.” Steve shakes his head profusely, hoping Jake believes him.

The band sounds better than ever, and Steve’s entranced by their frontman, much like everyone else in the audience. Eddie is not short on fans. Women and men alike stare up at him as he owns the stage. His fingers glide effortlessly over his guitar, and somehow, he moves his body to the music. He’s perfected the lead singer persona, and it suits him. Steve wants to kiss him. He wants to inhale his scent and lick every inch of his sweaty body.

Fuck 

When they come to their last song, Eddie pulls his electric guitar off his shoulders and sets it to the side of the stage. The rest of the band filters off, and Eddie picks up an acoustic sitting nearby.

“This is our last song, and about an hour and a half ago, I almost cut this from the setlist, but I’m a masochist. This is the only show on our tour to hear me sing this song. Enjoy, Chicago.” Eddie’s eyes slide upwards, and he immediately finds Steve’s.

Steve’s breath catches in his chest, and his fingers start to shake as Eddie begins to strum the song’s first few notes.

“A hundred days have made me older 

Since the last time that I saw your pretty face 

A thousand lies have made me colder 

And I don’t think I can look at this the same 

But all the miles that separate 

Disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face."

Steve feels caught in a trap. Something has him glued to the floor, and his shoes are stuck. He can’t look away as Eddie keeps staring directly at him as he continues to sing.

“I’m here without you, baby 

But you’re still on my lonely mind 

I think about you, baby 

And I dream about you all the time 

I’m here without you, baby 

But you’re still with me in my dreams 

And tonight, it’s only you and me, yeah.” 

Eddie finally pulls his gaze away at the end of the chorus, and Steve’s heart sinks to his feet.

Oh 

When Eddie finally makes it through the rest of the song, he and Steve both have matching silent tears. Eddie’s glint in the bright stage lights while Steve’s fall anonymously.

Steve makes an excuse and rushes to the bathroom after Eddie’s left the stage, but he’s confronted with a long line. He sees an exit door down the hall and pushes himself through. The crisp fall air catches his skin off guard, and he shutters from head to toe in chills. He exhales hard and leans over, putting his hands on his knees, and huffs a few hard breaths. He startles when he hears someone to his left clear their throat and speak up.

“Hey.”

Steve thinks he’s seeing a ghost when his eyes fall on Eddie, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his lips.

“Hey, uh, good show.” Steve’s crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying to calm his nerves. “You sounded… the band sounded good. That was really good.”

“Glad you could come, Stevie.” Eddie takes a slow drag off his cigarette, and Steve stares at his lips wrapped around the filter, noticing the tears drying on his cheeks.

“Eddie?” Steve’s voice shakes nervously

“Steve?” Jake pushes the back door open, searching for Steve. “There you are! I was worried. Oh, hey, man.” Jake sees Eddie leaning against the wall. “That was an amazing show.” Jake wraps his arm around Steve’s waist and pulls him closer. Steve feels detached and lets his body be jostled.

Eddie flicks the cigarette down on the ground and stubs it with his toe. “Thanks, man.” He licks his lips, and his eyes rake over Jake’s body, inspecting him. “Glad Stevie, here, could bring you. I’m Eddie.” He reaches out and offers it to Jake, who innocently juts his hand into Eddie’s and responds pleasantly.

“Hey, I’m Jake, Steve’s boyfriend.”

Steve sees Eddie’s smile drop for a millisecond before adjusting back to a neutral position.

“That’s so great,” Eddie looks over to Steve. “So great. Well, it was good to see you, Steve. Nice to meet you, Jake. I gotta head back inside. Just so great. I’m happy for you.” Eddie’s smile dips again, and Steve can see Eddie fisting his fingers together as he moves away and yanks open the door, heading back into the cacophony of music.

“Hey, uh, I-I kinda have a headache. Can we go?” Steve feigns illness and rubs his fingers across his forehead.

“Of course, babe. Let me take care of you.” Jake bites his lip and gives Steve a playful wink.

“Oh, I um, actually, it’s pretty bad; it feels like one of my migraines. I’m just going to bed, so you don’t need to come back to my place. I gotta get up early anyway.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.” Jake rubs his hand over Steve’s arm, trying to comfort him.

“Y-yeah.” Steve feels unnerved and needs to get away from the club and Jake as soon as possible. His body feels like it can sense Eddie inside, pulling him toward the source.

“Ok, well then, I’ll see you this weekend?”

“Mhm, Saturday.”

Jake leans in and presses his lips carefully against Steve’s, who tries to respond naturally and kiss him back. 

“Text me when you get home, ok?”

“Yeah, night.” 

“Love you, baby.” Jake winks at Steve.

Steve hesitates for one millisecond before responding. “Love you, too.”

Steve feels rotten when he finally steps into his dark apartment 35 minutes later. He sends a quick text to Jake, letting him know he’s home, and then collapses onto his couch.

He swipes open his screen and clicks on Eddie’s messages. Maybe Robin was right; maybe it was time he said something, anything, to Eddie. He notices the bubble appear that someone was typing on the other end and sits up on the couch, clutching his phone closer to his face.

“Come on,” he whispers. He thinks about typing something, so Eddie sees the bubble on his side too. He doesn’t think about what to say because he’s going to delete it, but he just starts typing.

I’m sorry things got weird. I hope you don’t hate me. I almost didn’t bring him, but that would’ve been weird. I mean, he is my boyfriend. I’ve liked you for a long time and thought I had no chance. But then, tonight. You looked incredible. Fuck I wanted to kiss you. I bet you taste so good. I bet you feel even better. I’ve jerked off to you so many fucking times. I wish you were here. I like Jake. He’s good to me. But he’s no Eddie Munson. My fantasies about you are better than his and my sex life. You’re not even really there, and it’s fucking better! How is that possible? Does that mean if you were, my brain would explode? I bet you’re really good with your fingers. Fuck. Now I’m thinking about your fingers inside of me. No, I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend who I think I love. I don’t know. If I did, I wouldn’t be thinking about you fucking me. Fucking me. You. Fucking. Me. God, I bet that’s good. What do you sound like? I bet it’s hot. I bet you’re vocal. I bet you talk dirty. God, that would kill me. Shit, Eddie. You don’t even live here. What is wrong with me? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: I see you 

“Shit.” Steve’s stomach drops, and he accidentally hits the send button out of muscle memory.

When the text moves from the box up to the screen, his brain recognizes what he’s done and, in slow motion, starts to panic.

“Oh god, NO, NO, SHIT. Uh, fuck fuck fuck.” He quickly presses the message and fumbles to delete it. The message disappears, and the notification that he unsent a message appears. His heart is beating a million miles a minute, and he prays that he caught it before Eddie saw it.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: what was that? 

“Shit,” Steve squeezes his eyes shut, hitting himself in the forehead with the edge of his phone.

Steve: Nothing 

Steve: Accident 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: it didn’t look like nothing 

Steve: What did you see? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: something about me not living here and you asking what was wrong with you 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: but that was a lot of text 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: is there something you want to tell me Steve? 

“Yes,” Steve whispers to himself.

Steve: Just that I’m sorry, things got weird between us and it was really nice to see you. You looked 

Hot 

Sexy 

Fuckable 

Steve: good 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: you looked 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: good too 

Steve: I liked the acoustic song 

Steve: It was beautiful 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: then I’m glad I didn’t cut it 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: and that you didn’t miss it 

Steve wants to ask him and make sure, but this moment feels too fragile to risk.

Steve: When are you going back to Indiana? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: tomorrow 

Steve: Too bad I couldn’t stay tonight. We could’ve caught up. 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: yeah but you and jake had to get back to your perfect little life and ran out of here 

Steve: It’s not perfect. He went home. I needed to be alone 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: you’re at home alone? 

Steve: Yeah 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: what are you doing? 

Steve: Just hanging out on my couch 

Steve sees the bubble appear and disappear a few times before Eddie’s subsequent text comes through.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: why’d you wanna be alone? 

Steve: Just had some stuff on my mind. Wanted to think about it 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: what’s on that pretty little mind of yours stevie? 

Steve: I don’t really know 

You 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: then you should’ve stayed. I could’ve helped you forget all about it 

Steve: I don’t know that weed would help this situation 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: I never mentioned weed 

Steve stares at Eddie’s text, his heart thumping against his ribcage. He thinks he knows what Eddie is implying and hopes he does.

Steve: How do you know you wouldn’t make it worse? 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: would helping you forget all your troubles and make you feel good instead really be worse? 

Shit 

Steve sighs while his body betrays him, sending a few sparks to his midsection.

Steve: Maybe 

Steve: Especially if it’s really good 

Steve throws his arm over his eyes. What is he doing? What are they doing? What is even going on? They haven’t spoken in almost a year, and now? They’re what? Flirting? On the verge of sexting even? Steve groans, tosses his phone on the couch and heads into the kitchen. He ignores the ping from his phone as he peruses the contents of his refrigerator. After a few seconds of staring at nothing in particular, he slams the door shut and turns back to stare at the couch. He can see his phone screen lit up, antagonizing him.

He hears a second ping, pulling him back like a sea siren tempting passing sailors. He grabs his phone from the cushion and reads Eddie’s messages.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: I could come over 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: if you wanted company 

And oh god, does he. His dick is betraying him as the thought of Eddie coming to his door in the middle of the night, maybe pushing him against the wall and grabbing his throat, consumes his mind. He presses the heel of his palm into the hardening bulge in his pants, trying to adjust himself.

Steve collapses back onto his couch and stares at his phone. Why was this happening now? After Thanksgiving last year, Steve realized he didn’t just think Eddie was attractive, he didn’t just think he was sexy, but he realized he had a massive crush on him. Sure he wanted to fuck the shit out of him, but he also wanted to hold his hand. He wanted to brush his hair out of his face. He wanted to hear him talk about what kind of D&D dice he bought or what guitar strings were the best. He wanted to spend time with him. He wanted to hear him laugh, but instead, they had this partially constructed wall between them that made things awkward and weird.

Steve spent months talking to Robin about everything. He’d dissected every interaction, every breath, every side glance that happened that week he was in Hawkins, and eventually, she told him to stop. She couldn’t continue listening to Steve pine after someone he refused to speak to. She pointed out that he could find all these answers if he talked to Eddie directly. But Steve couldn’t do that. What if Eddie laughed at him? What if Eddie told him he was an idiot and then joked about it in front of Dustin and the boys? Or worse, what if he was disgusted? Steve couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk his heart.

So he moved on. Then he met Jake, and things got better. Jake was fun, he made Steve laugh, and they had a lot in common. They listened to the same music. They have the same taste in food. They even both played sports in high school. It made it easy to find common ground between them. And Steve thought Jake was sexy. He was a little shorter than Steve but had an athletic build. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Steve noticed as they sparkled when he smiled. He made him feel comfortable, safe even, and easy. But Steve was still hiding things from him. Steve couldn’t tell Jake about the trauma. He couldn’t explain the constant continuous nightmares he had this many years later. He couldn’t properly explain the scars and why movies with Russian characters were always off the table. But it was ok; Steve was still pretty happy. It was fine.

Steve: You don’t have to do that. I’m 35 minutes away from where you are 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: still closer than 4.5 hours 

Steve: True 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: say the word stevie 

Steve hesitates and doesn’t know what to say.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: or I could just text it to you 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: tell you instead 

Steve’s skin sizzles at the idea, but his stomach twists in knots. As badly as he wants to read exactly what Eddie is implying, he can’t do that to Jake.

Steve: You don’t have to do that 

Steve: I can imagine it pretty well 

Steve: I should go to bed anyway. I gotta wake up early in the morning 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: then I guess we’ll just stay in our imaginations 

Favorite Metalhead ❤: goodnight, Harrington 

Steve: Night, Eddie 

Fourth Time

Steve’s phone rings and he is surprised to see Nancy Wheeler calling him.

“Nance?”

“Hey! So, Robin’s birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to throw a surprise party. Would you be willing to head to Indy next Saturday? You can crash at our place.”

“Shit, yes I’m in. What do I need to bring? Or when do you need me there? I will adjust my schedule.”

Nancy and Robin got closer after the Upside Down. They both moved to Indianapolis for college and developed feelings for one another. Steve was a little uncomfortable with that at first because he always viewed Robin like a sister, so her dating his ex-girlfriend was weird. Eventually, though, he realized the two were a much better pairing than he and Nancy ever were. They’re both geniuses, match energies, fall into the perfect yin and yang, and now he could never imagine them with anyone else.

“If you wanted to come up Friday, you could, but you can’t stay here that night. So that’s up to you, but after Saturday, you could stay as long as you wanted if you didn’t care we had work and school to go to.”

“Well, I’ll shoot for Saturday then, and we’ll go from there. What time can I come to your place?”

“Any time after 11, and you’re good.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh, um, just so you know. Eddie’s coming, and he’s bringing someone.”

Steve’s stomach drops. He hadn’t even thought about Eddie maybe being there, and now Nancy’s telling him he will be and bringing a date? Great.

“Oh, ok. Cool, yeah, thanks for telling me. That’s cool. Cool. Yeah.” It was clearly not cool, but he was trying to convince himself otherwise.

“You gonna be ok?” Nancy asks gently.

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. It’ll be great. I haven’t seen him since his show back in October. We didn’t get to hang out that night, so it’ll be great.”

Steve hadn’t told Robin about the texts from that night. He already knew what she was going to say, so he didn’t see any point. Steve did end up breaking it off with Jake. It took him a few weeks, but it was apparent that Jake wasn’t the one. Eddie and Steve haven’t texted again since. Every once in a while, Steve will open the messages, reread them, and wonder what could’ve happened. What would’ve happened if he’d invited Eddie over. Steve tells himself it’s ok, though. It’s for the best. He and Eddie just can’t get it together, and now that he’s apparently dating someone, they miss their timing again. Maybe it’s just not meant to be, but that’s ok.

“Good. You know she’s worried about you?”

“Rob? Tell her she doesn’t need to. I’m good.”

“You go on any dates lately?”

Steve knows she’s fishing.

“No, it’s been nice. I need the break.”

“You’ll meet someone, Steve. You deserve a storybook romance.”

“Thanks, Nance. I’ll see you next week, ok? Text me if you need me to bring anything or pick something up that day.”

“Will do. Oh hey, we’re gonna have karaoke, so make sure you warm up your vocal cords.”

“Oh great, can't wait to listen to Robin’s drunken rendition of Melissa Etheridge’s I’m the Only One. Again.” He emphasizes the last word.

“Yeah, me either.” She replies in a thoughtful tone.

“I don’t get it. Alright, well I’ll see you next Saturday.”

“Bye.”

Steve busies himself between then and Saturday and ends up showing up at Nancy and Robin’s place around noon with an armful of balloons. He helps Nancy finish setting up with a few of their college friends, and when the rest of the guests arrive, he directs people to hiding spots. He had kept himself so busy that day he’d forgotten Eddie was supposed to be there.

Around 7 pm, Robin turned her key to the apartment door while everyone was hiding in the dark.

“SURPRISE!” 

15 of Robin’s closest friends jump out and scare the crap out of her. She drops her purse and clutches her chest while holding her right hand out as if she were gripping a weapon. She wasn’t, though, so it looked like she put her fist out in front of her body, holding an invisible wand.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” She yelled, and when her brain registered who everyone was, she dropped her hands to her side and let her head fall backward, exhaling loudly.

“Shit, babe? Oh I’m so sorry. We just wanted to surprise you.” Nancy rushes to Robin’s side and puts her hands on her shoulders.

“I know, I know, and I love you for that, but holy crap, Nancy.”

Steve steps over to them and puts his hands carefully on each of their shoulders. “You ok?”

“Oh god, Steve, you’re here? Oh, Nancy.” Robin looks up at Steve, and tears start to fill her eyes.

“Of course, I’m here. I’ve driven over here for way less. The least I could do was be here for your surprise party, dummy.”

Everyone laughs, and someone in the room turns the music back on. As the group disperses and starts enjoying the party, Robin wraps her arms around her girlfriend and best friend. They squeeze each other tight and then feel another set of arms wrap around them.

“I’m glad I didn’t miss group hug time!” 

They break apart and see a wide-grinning Eddie Munson beaming brightly.

“OH EDDIE!” Robin flings her arms around his neck and squeezes him tight. Eddie’s eyes find Steve’s, and he gives him a polite smile, and Steve nods in response.

“Hey, I want you all to meet Zach.” Eddie bites his lip and turns to grab the wrist of a man standing behind him. “Zach, this is Robin, the birthday girl. Nancy, the girlfriend of the birthday girl, and Steve, the best friend of the birthday girl. Everyone, this is Zach.”

Steve’s heart thuds as he recognizes the smile Eddie is giving Zach. He’s seen it before pointed in his own direction, but being in the presence of it while it’s pointed at someone else, hurts more than he could’ve imagined.

Zach gives all three of them a nervous wave, and Steve feels Robin slide her fingers into his hand and give him a comforting squeeze. Zach was handsome, Steve would fully admit. He looks exactly how you’d imagine Eddie’s boyfriend would look. His hair was dark brown, clearly dyed and fading from black, a little longer on the top but shaved tight at the sides. Steve bets with a little bit of product, it becomes a mohawk. He has a nose ring in his right nostril and an eyebrow piercing. He’s wearing a worn-out Suicidal Tendencies tee and a studded belt. There’s not a single thing on the man that resembles Steve. It’s glaringly obvious Steve never had a chance.

“Where’s uh….” Eddie snaps his fingers, trying to remember someone’s name. “Jack? No, Jake, where’s Jake?” Eddie’s asking casually, but Steve wonders if it’s more than that.

“We broke up months ago.” Steve awkwardly replies.

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, “oh, sorry.” Then Steve notices a quick glance Eddie gives Robin before looking back at Steve.

“It’s fine. Good to see you, man. Nice to meet you, Zach.” Steve smiles pleasantly, trying to hide the jealousy coursing him. Steve doesn’t see the knowing glance pass between Nancy and Robin.

As the night progressed, Steve threw caution to the wind and leaned hard into ‘fuck it.' He was doing shots with anyone that wanted to join him. He tried to get a beer pong competition going, but he just drank all the beer instead when no one participated. He’d avoided Eddie and Zach the rest of the night. Every time Eddie started to come near him, he’d immediately stop whatever conversation he was in and walk away. When Nancy pulled out the karaoke machine, Steve was willing to be the first volunteer. 

“I’m gonna go first, me, gimme.” Steve grabbed the microphone from Nancy and smiled wide. He found the song he needed to sing and looked around the room as the first few notes played.

“Shit,” Robin exclaims quietly as she sees Steve from across the room. 

“Guess mine is not the first heart broken 

My eyes are not the first to cry 

I’m not the first to know 

There’s just no getting over you”

By the end of the first verse, the whole room had quieted while listening to Steve belt out his rendition of Hopelessly Devoted to You. His words were slurring, but everyone could still understand him. His voice was surprisingly beautiful. Everyone was entranced not by the disaster that usually happened during birthday karaoke but by the surprising talent performing in the middle of Robin’s living room. But the only person Steve could see was Eddie. He had been leaning against the wall in the kitchen talking to Zach when Steve started, but he’s moved a few feet closer by the end of this verse.

“I know I’m just a fool who’s willing 

To sit around and wait for you 

But baby, can’t you see there’s nothing else for me to do? 

I’m hopelessly devoted to you”

Steve’s head is swimming, and he has to lean against the wall behind him to keep his balance. Eddie’s gaze is digging deep inside of him and making him weak.

“But now there’s nowhere to hide 

Since you pushed my love aside 

I’m out of my head 

Hopelessly devoted to you 

Hopelessly devoted to you 

Hopelessly devoted to you” 

Steve doesn’t notice as Robin heads near him. She sees her best friend breaking down in front of everyone in that room and wants to protect him. Tears fall from his face as he tries to continue the song. His voice is getting shakier, but he can’t tear his eyes away from Eddie’s face.

“My head is sayin’, 'Fool, f-forget him' 

My heart is sayin’, 'Don't let g-go.'”

At that moment, Robin slides up to his side, wraps her arm around his waist, and takes the microphone from his shaking hand. He smiles at her weakly and nods. She finally cut the invisible cord from Eddie’s eyes. The room watches silently as Robin guides Steve to her and Nancy’s bedroom. Robin looks for Nancy and is relieved when she hears the music come back on and cover up Steve’s crying. When Eddie tries to approach them, Robin shakes her head at him and tells him ‘not now.’

“Here, lay down, ok?” Robin carefully sets Steve on their bed and helps him untie his shoes. 

“Why am I not good enough?” He quietly asks.

Robin presses her hands on Steve’s shoes and feels her heart rip apart.

“You, Steve Harrington, are more than good enough, and if he can’t see that, then fuck him. Lift your foot up.” She guides Steve’s legs as she removes his shoes and helps him lay back on the mattress. “Shhhh, just go to sleep, ok? It’ll be better in the morning. I love you, dingus.” She runs her fingers through his hair, brushing it off his forehead.

“Love you, too.” He murmurs as he quietly fades asleep.

Robin looks up at the door and sees Nancy hugging her chest. When Robin stands up, her girlfriend slips into their bedroom and pulls her into a firm hug. Nancy squeezes Robin tight through her tears and understands. Neither of them hears a quiet ping hit Steve’s phone.

Favorite Metalhead ❤: 💔 

Last Time

Steve never replied to Eddie’s text. When he’d woken up the following day in Robin’s bed with one of the worst hangovers he had in years, he pretended nothing had happened. He didn’t remember anything, so for him, it was easy, but Robin filled him in. He vowed never to show his face around her friends again and promised not to mix alcohol in her presence.

Now, six months later, Steve was headed back to Hawkins for Max’s 21st birthday party. He’d checked Corroded Coffin’s show schedule and was happy to see they would play that Saturday night. He couldn’t bring himself to text Eddie, but he needed to see him. He would sneak into the show and watch from the back, avoiding anyone he might know. Max’s official party was Sunday afternoon, so he was secretly showing up one day early. He’d rented a room at a motel since Robin, Nancy, Dustin, and his parents had all moved out of town. Max was still living at home with her mom, and it would’ve been inappropriate to ask her to crash there.

He brought a few outfits to wear to the concert. He knew he was supposed to be in hiding, but he wanted to look good just in case he got caught. He blamed it on being out, being at a concert in general, but it was obviously for Eddie. It’s been almost two years since Steve came out to Eddie while wrapped together in his jacket. It feels somehow longer and shorter at the same time. Robin told Steve when Eddie broke up with Zach. He knows she did it in hopes of pushing him to finally say something to Eddie, but it felt too late to Steve.

He’s been busy with work, school, and volunteering but has remained single. He needs to put more time and distance between his feelings for Eddie and other people on the planet. He knows if he does it too soon, they’ll only be compared to that Metalhead and never stand a chance. 

Steve slides his brown suede jacket over his denim button-down shirt. It’s a lighter shade than the straight-leg jean he has rolled up over a pair of light brown boots. His hair has grown a little longer again. It’s swept to one side, and he can feel a curl wrapping around his right ear. He inspects himself in the adequate motel mirror and adjusts his belt carefully. When he feels happy with the view, he sprays a few spritzes of his cologne across his chest.

Ten minutes later, he parks his car and heads inside. He shows his ID to the bouncer at the door and moves up to the bar.

“What’ll it be?” The bartender asks.

“Rum and coke with a lime.” When the bartender walks away to mix Steve’s drink, Steve leans against the bar and looks across the room.

There are plenty of people already milling about. The music is loud, but there isn’t a live band playing yet, so it’s not crowded.

“Y’know, if you’d told me you were coming, I would’ve gotten you in for free.”

Steve turns to find Eddie standing right behind him. He didn’t feel him come up. He didn’t feel him invading his space. He was so busy searching for him that he missed him completely.

“Shit, uh, hey. I know, but I didn’t want to bother you.” Steve’s heart was racing.

“That’ll be $8.50.” The bartender sets Steve’s drink down on the bar, and Steve has to turn away from Eddie to pay his bill. He uses the brief opportunity to take a deep breath and collect himself before turning back.

“You could never bother me, Stevie. It’s good to see you.” Steve watches as Eddie’s eyes graze over his body. “You look good.”

“Yeah, thanks, so do you.” Steve’s grateful it’s dark in the bar, so Eddie can’t see his blush.

“I’ll look even better later.” Eddie grins and gives Steve a playful wink.

“Yeah?” Steve attempts to lean into the flirting.

“Oh yeah. What are you doing in little ‘ol Hawkins, Steve?” Eddie puts his hand on the bar next to Steve and leans over, invading more of Steve’s personal space.

“Uh,” Steve’s mouth goes dry. “Max’s birthday tomorrow.”

“And came a night early just to see me?”

Yes 

“I saw the band was playing, so I thought I’d come down.” Steve’s lungs are filled with Eddie’s scent, cedarwood, and amber mixed with something citrusy. He could swim in it.

“What are you doing after the show?”

“I was…nothing,” Steve shakes his head.

“Hmm, for now. I better get backstage.” Eddie pushes himself off the bar and stands in front of Steve. “I gotta add a sudden last-minute song to the set.”

Steve swallows hard as Eddie takes one last leering glance at Steve. His nerves are shot by the time the band gets on stage. Now that he’s been caught, he doesn’t feel the need to stand near the back. He moves closer to the stage and takes his position in front of Eddie, a few people back. He’s not right up front, but he’s close enough to be seen.

Eddie wasn’t lying when he said he would look better later. When he waltzes on stage wearing tight leather pants and nothing but a leather jacket over his bare chest, Steve is sure he will have a heart attack. His hands are laden with chunky metal rings, and a lone dagger earring hangs from his right ear. He was fucking hot.

Eddie winks at Steve throughout the concert, sending shivers up his spine. His whole body is on fire, watching Eddie in his element. Every time Steve enjoyed seeing Eddie on stage, it was a different experience for his senses. This one felt like the first time he was actually seeing him. It was an incredible turn-on.

“Ok, this is gonna be a change of pace. The band is gonna take a quick break while I hopefully don’t make a fool out of myself. They’ll be back, and you fuckers will love it.” Eddie turns to the band members, and they all slide off stage. Steve sees one of them smirk and roll their eyes.

Eddie motions to someone in the room, and music comes over the speakers. Steve thinks he might faint.

“Guess mine is not the first heart broken 

My eyes are not the first to cry 

I’m not the first to know 

There’s just no getting over you ”

Even though he didn’t remember singing that night, Robin gave him every ounce of detail so he could create a memory in his mind. He bites back a laugh while the rest of the crowd murmurs in confusion. Eddie nervously sings and tries to keep eye contact with Steve, but it’s obvious he’s anxious about how Steve will react to the song.

“I know I’m just a fool who’s willing 

To sit around and wait for you 

But baby, can’t you see there’s nothing else for me to do? 

I’m hopelessly devoted to you ”

Steve finds it easier to move closer to the stage as the crowd moves around to refill drinks and take bathroom breaks during the unique genre change. Eddie uses Steve’s actions to build his courage and shift his tone from nervousness to a confident frontman.

“But now there’s nowhere to hide 

Since you pushed my love aside 

I’m out of my head 

Hopelessly devoted to you 

Hopelessly devoted to you 

Hopelessly devoted to you”

When Steve finally makes it directly in front of the stage, he looks up at the man who’s been ruining his life in the most absurd, frustrating way for the past several years. Eddie moves forward, his toes at the edge of the stage, towering over Steve. They both exist in the space as if they were all alone and not surrounded by a couple of hundred strangers.

“My head is sayin’, 'Fool, forget him'

My heart is sayin’, 'Don't let go

Hold on to the end', that's what I intend to do 

I’m hopelessly devoted to you”

Eddie moves his body and kneels to get closer to Steve. Steve can feel his heart fluttering like a hummingbird in his chest. His mouth falls open, and he doesn’t know if he’s even breathing. Eddie’s hand reaches down and brushes against Steve’s cheek sending sparks flying through his veins.

“But now there’s no way to hide 

Since you pushed my love aside 

I’m outta my head 

Hopelessly devoted to you 

Hopelessly devoted to you 

Hopelessly devoted to you”

As the music fades and a smattering of applause breaks out in the room, Eddie drops the microphone and grabs Steve’s face, leaning down and crashing his lips onto his. Steve feels his chest constrict and reaches up to hold Eddie’s face as they pull each other toward their mouths. Just as they are about to forget they’re in public, the room erupts in applause. There are whistles and cheers and encouraging clapping surrounding them. Steve’s eyes shoot open, and he hesitantly pulls back, staring at Eddie, who grins wide.

“I should’ve done that two years ago, actually shoulda done that five years ago,” Eddie whispers. “I’m gonna finish this show, and afterward, this time, you’re gonna let me make you feel good. Ok?”

Steve silently nods in easy agreement. 

Notes:

1. The acoustic song Eddie sings is Here Without You by 3 Doors Down. 2. Steve singing Hopelessly Devoted to You was inspired by jayshifts on TikTok saying Steve would have a beautiful singing voice and sing open mic night at the hideout. I took personal liberties with that idea but fell in love with it and Harry Styles' rendition during his Halloween show that she plays under her TikTok video. 3. They leave the show and have some of the best sex of their lives and live happily ever after, because I said so

#steddie #miscommunication my love #angsty angst #happy ending #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiecameraroll posts

[tokio-motel]

HEY HEY HEY LOVERRRR5🥰🥰🥰

dawg these r one of the worst ideas ive ever had but wtvvvv

IMMA ORDER UHHHH MILKSGAKE AND FRIES ALONG WITH 20 PIECE CHICKEN NUGGETS(full band separate headcannons😋) who got a bf and he's not a model singer or anything bro and it gets out in the public but thing is the band doesn't necessarily care cuz half of the fandom was wayyy nicer back then(check the comments of bill being accused of liking men they were so supportive) but reader is freakin out cuz of the backlash the band is getting again which is barely any people

ok so reader is prolly pacing around in his room and what he's fr doing is practicing the break up out loud and spoiler alert a member walks in and only hears the part '(insert band member) we need to break up' and they're jus mad confused and hurt and reader is making up lies on why he wants to break up when the only reason is because he doesn't want them to fail as a band bro loves them too much

OH u can choose if the ending is good or bad(pls dont make me cry too much)

BAND X READER : BREAKING UP

hiii 😻 im so tired oml

BILL:

・He needed to ask you a favour.

・Most likely having to due with washing the hairspray out of his hair for him, since he was too lazy to do it himself

・He heard muffled voices comin from your room. He didn't want to eavesdrop but from what he could make out you sounded..worried or scared.

・Walks in your room, opening the door slowly so it doesn't creak.

・He watched you pace back and forth, your head in your hands. He stayed silent for a second, listening to you more carefully. Only to hear..

".. I'm sorry but..we need to break up, Bill."

・Oh. Oh.

・Stays silent for a minute before he shuffles on his foot, the sound of his shoe hitting th floor making you turn around with a small gasp.

"Bill! I thought you were out with-"

"M/N..what the hell were you saying?"

・Through sniffs and shaky breaths you'd explain how you just didn't want his career to be fucked, how you just wanted him to be safe

・He's arguing through tears, pointing out how truthfully nobody cares ever since it has gotten out you two were dating.

・He'd cry and sob and he would keep telling you that he loved you too much to let you go, how even if it messed up his career he'd always pick you.

・But..he was so disappointed you went to break up with him instead of talking it out.

"If you really want to break up them I guess.."

"Bill please I-"

"No. Stop."

・Walking out of the room holding back sobs and cries, running to the bathroom when he feels like he's gonna throw up.

TOM:

・He was actually going to tell you something too!

・What? Did you forget it was your guy's one year anniversary?

yess im doing tha idc if its dumb

・Wanted to ask you about your favorite restaurants so he could pinpoint a location.

・Only thing best for M/N, right?

・Anyways, walking towards your room he can't help but keep the grin off his face. He's already prepared a gift for you downstairs.

・He's hearing muffled noises from your room, so he thinks at first your just calling a friend. Cool, thats fine-

"Tom this just...isn’t working anymore."

・He stops mid step, grin fading off his face as his heart stops.

・He doesn't know how to feel.

・He feels sad and nauseous and angry all over, his body trembling a he gets overwhelmed with emotions

・Tales a second before barging in, watching you stop pacing an look at him with big eyes.

".. What?"

・He can hardly choke out, feeling a if his legs will give out on him. He feels like he's gonna fall and crash on the floor, curling up in a ball as he sobs

・He can't make out anything you're saying, only half listening to your continuous 'sorries' and pleas for him to just hear you out and listen.

"But Tom, all of the backlash and.. -"

"WHAT fucking backlash?!"

・He's mad mad. Can hardly look at you as tears well in his eyes. He can hardly make out your own face, you're all blurry in his vision.

・Storms out of your room, slamming the door and ignoring you when you scream and beg for him to come back

・He doesn't, and probably never will.

GEORG:

・He was bored, so tired of just sitting around the house all day!

・Wanted to bring you down to the lake, maybe have a picnic and listen to music...yeah that seemed nice. He knew you loved this lake, you'd always talk about it everytime you drove past it.

・Walking to your room, nearly skipping as he was going to tell you to put your boots on and get changed. It's been quite a long time since you have been out of the house yourself.

・You, on the other hand, weren't looking forward to hanging out with him right now. You weren't sure why you were so caught up about the fact dating him got out, nobody really cared.

・He was too giddy to knock, instead he strolled right on in with a big smile on his face. You were turned away, walking back and forth in your room as you muttered to yourself, although he could only make out a few words.

"..I can't do this with you anymore, Georg.."

・His heart drops at the same time his smile did, he feels like he's frozen in place. He can't move his legs, hands, nothing.

・Watching as you would look up at him as you stopped your steps, eyes tinted a shade of pink as your jaw was slightly dropped, neither of you being able to form words.

・Only takes a few seconds for your rambling to start, telling him your sorry and trying to make up an excuse.

"I..i was just practicing this thing for school about breaking up and-"

"That's such goddamn bullshit!"

・Can't look at you, hands giving to cover his face as his breathing is ragged. He'd stay quiet as you spoke, not absorbing anything.

・Doesn't bother to argue or intervene, just listening to your dumb excuses and desperate apologies that didn't mean anything to him anymore.

・Although if you mentioned something about your relationship being outed, he'd be furious. Doesn't quite show, he doesn't yell, but he's fuming.

・Truly doesn't get why you don't understand how much he loves you. So what if a few people dislike this? You were his boyfriend and you mattered to him so much..

・Well- you were his ex boyfriend now.

"If you wanted to break up you could've just said so! How long have you been feeling like this?"

・He's hurt and distraught and sad all at the same time, he's unable to process all of this.

・He doesn't actually say "We're breaking up" but it's so damn implied it felt like he was screaming it at you in the back of your head.

・Can't bother to look at that dammed lake anymore, taking another route if his original went past it.

GUSTAV:

・He wanted to watch your favorite movie with you today!

・He knew you have been stressed recently, although he didn't quite know why. He just wanted to be there for you and help you get through this.

・You didn't want him to help you at all though, huh?

・You've wanted to break it to him for the past couple weeks that you needed to seeperate from each other, but it was hard considering that's not what you truly wanted.

・Although you gained so much positive feedback when your relationship got outed, those snarky,rude comments were getting to you.

・Anyways...Gustav had already gotten the popcorn ready, along with some of your favorite candy. Skittles, chocolate, starbursts..

・He had set up everything perfectly in the living room, making sure it was all neat and gorgeous. He couldn't wait to see your eyes sparkle with joy!

・Walking to your room, whistling quietly under his breath. Slowly opening your door. You were faced away from him, which gave him the perfect opportunity to scream "SURPRISE" if he wanted to!

・Yet he wanted to wait, he could hear your voice tremble as yo whispered to yourself. He could make out hardly anything, but a few words stood out to him

"Gustav..we should break up."

・He felt like he'd been hit with a brick. His heart beat sped up and he wanted to vomit.

・You turned, feeling like something was watching you. You were right. There stood Gustav, frozen in place as he started at you with glossy eyes

・Tears pooled in his eyes. He felt as if all the moisture in his mouth suddenly disappeared and he found it hard to swallow. It was like there was a rock lodged in his throat.

"Gustav, I didnt-"

"..you didn't?"

・His voice was barley above a whisper and he had to hold back sobs. He couldn't stand properly, leaning against the bedroom door for security.

・He didn't know what he did wrong! Why didn't you love him..why did you want to leave him..did he do something?

・Listening to you make up lies, he wanted to believe them. He wanted to think he heard you wrong and that you meant something totally different.

・But no matter how hardvhe tried to ignore it, there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that the things you were spewing were bullshit.

・His body trembled as he hit back another sob as you went in to tell him that you just wanted his career to be safe and easy, for there to be no backlash or hate.

"Please, M/N. Just..stop."

・Doesn't say anything as he staggers out the room, tears streaming down his cheeks. He ignores your pleas of forgiveness and sobs to listen to you. He had already listened to you and you had lied again and again.

・Can't sleep for days, thinks that you lied about wanting his career to be okay and really he had done something wrong.

#hhhhhhhhhhh why did i put so muchhhhh #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x male reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x male reader #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #georg listing x male reader #georg listing x reader #georg listing #gustav schäfer #gustav schäfer x male reader #gustav schäfer x reader #gustav schafer x reader

[writersmilex]

Cooking Lesson

Toki Wartooth X Fem Reader

Summary: Toki is not the best at cooking and after one more mishap during making snacks, (Y/n) decides to teach him how to cook a meal.

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(Y/n) turns up her nose at the smell of burning plastic once she enters the very large kitchen in Mordhaus to get a snack and a drink.

"stop burning the plastic Toki! " she scolds as the burning smell whiffs through her nostrils. "ai!" Toki yelps in surprise as he is snapped out of his daydreaming. Rushing over to look in the oven, which's once again ruined by molten plastic at the bottom of the heat source.

"nei, nei! Nots agains! Fucks!" he yells in frustration and tries to take out the mess from the oven to get rid of with charming pink oven mitts.

"I thought you were in charge of the snacks around here?" (Y/n) wanders over to the double-door fridge to get a cold soda and then approaches the kitchen part where Toki is located. If a fire breaks out, she would be here to help, (Y/n) eyes the fire extinguisher that is hanging in the corner. Not to mention that there are sprinkles installed in the kitchen after a few too many incidents. 

"Toki ams in charges of snacks! But the others don'ts wants to eat the greens!" he explains sadly, throwing away the still smoking and charted piece of plastic with the black-as-coal corpse of some food inside.

"at leasts you dos…" he sighs and looks away almost out of shame. (Y/n) is not a picky eater at all and would eat all the exotic fruit salads that Toki is good at making. It’s cooking foods that he wasn’t very good at, or he loses his patience with cooking foods most likely. (Y/n) opens her can of soda, takes one chug of it and thinks hard. Despite having her own room in Mordhaus, (Y/n) still lives in her own place in a dingy apartment in the nearest town. Completely self-sustainable and independent for years since moving out. The band is fascinated with the fact that (Y/n) is an adult who owns a license and can cook her own food. "you know what Toki? I can help you make snacks. In fact, I can even teach you how to cook." she suggests and helps the rhythm guitarist with cleaning the leftover mess up a bit. Upon the suggestion of assistance, Toki looks at (Y/n) with wonder "You can cooks?" He asks in astonishment, causing (Y/n) to chuckle. She never fails to surprise the band member every time with her domestic skills. "Sure I can!” (Y/n) smiles at him. “And I will teach you the basics if you wanna make good snacks." Toki nods excitedly in response to (Y/n). It is a great opportunity to spend more time with his friend, and she gets to teach him her ways of cooking food! That’s a double win for him. 

"Great! How about we start right away. We're in the kitchen right now anyway. " (Y/n) grins and takes the moment to drink the rest of her soda and throw the can away to get started together with the rhythm guitarist.

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"First things first, we gather the tools we need to cook. You know pot pans and a spatula of sorts." (Y/n) explains to Toki, opening a low cupboard and taking out the pans that she would need for a dish that she plans to teach Toki. A very simple meal that shows the basics, should be right to teach for the first cooking lesson.

"Okay." Toki inspects (Y/n)’s movements before following and opening a drawer to get some cooking tools.

"We are going to make something basic, just some pork and cooked veggies and potatoes, that should be nice for the very first lesson." (Y/n) says, picking up the ingredients from the fridge that she needs for the tutorial that she is about to perform for the rhythm guitarist.

"If you can get a cutting board for me?" (Y/n) requests politely, Toki goes to look for a cutting plank to cut the green beans. He finds one and brings it over back to her, the smile on his face never fading as he places the cutting board before her dutifully.

"Okay, Here. I'm gonna let you cut the vegetables."(Y/n) instructs while handing Toki a kitchen knife to cut and then places the green beans on the cutting board. "Can you cut these, carefully?" She asks him and he nods in response. Toki stands before the cutting board and gets to work, gingerly cutting the green beans into niche little pieces, just as she had asked. (Y/n) watches for a moment and then retrieves a pot to fill it with water and let it boil for the green beans and potatoes.

(Y/n) lets the water boil while taking a moment to stare at the back of the guitarist’s head and takes notice of something. She digs into her pocket and takes a hair-band from her pocket, she stands behind him and gently gathers his hair in one hand.

"Hm? Whats are you doings." Toki questions while momentarily stopping the knife, trying to turn back to see what (Y/n) is doing with his locks.

"Pay attention Toki! You’re holding a knife.” (Y/n) scolds in a  rather playful tone. We don't want hair in the food do we?" She says, taking the hair-tie and putting all of Toki's hair in a loose ponytail that falls down his back neatly.

"There." She smirks at her accomplishment. It took a lot of trial and error for her to figure out why there was always hair in her food, long hair should remain tied while working with food. Toki is now sporting a low ponytail and It looks rather cute.

(Y/n) turns back to her own work of her own work, gathering the pork burgers and some oil to put in the pan. The stoves in Mordhaus are pretty brutal and they heat things up a whole lot faster than (Y/n)’s own stove at home. 

"Ouchies!" Toki suddenly yelps in pain, the knife clatters on the metal counter as he drops it instinctively. Flinching back from the counter and clutching his right wrist tightly.

(Y/n) jumps at the sound of her friend yelling, seemingly in pain. She already concludes that Toki must have accidentally cut himself while cutting the vegetables. She feels partly responsible for this incident now. 

"Toki, I told you to be careful!" She scolds quietly and gingerly grabs his hands to make him let go of his own wrist to take a look at what he did. It’s not the worst thing in the world that (Y/n) has seen. Then again, a musician’s hands and fingers are sacred. There is only a single cut, that slices over the back of his index and middle finger. Toki hisses as it’s bleeding quite hard.

"Hold it." (Y/n) turns back away and gets the first-aid kit that should be lying around here somewhere. Luckily she was able to find one under the sink. Turning back to a panicked-looking Toki, she waves him over. "Come here." She orders him and Toki doesn’t think twice. She grabs his wounded hand, Opening the water tap and holds his hand under the cold water to clean the cut, letting the water wash it out.

The guitarist hisses in discomfort as the water makes the cuts slightly sting. Once the blood is a bit cleaned up, (Y/n) gets two band-aids and wraps each injured finger up, dressing the little wounds up neatly. 

"There, see? You're still alive." (Y/n) jokes, noticing how sad Toki looked at his now bandaged fingers.

"Shall I cut the vegetables?" (Y/n) asks and Toki nods in response, inspecting the bright blue band-aids on his fingers and stepping aside to let (Y/n) do the cutting and he simply watches. (Y/n) resumes Toki’s work, slicing the green beans into pieces, then she picks up the board and slides the vegetables into the pot with boiling water to the knife.

"I didn'ts knows cookings had so manys steps." Toki looks in awe at what (Y/n) is teaching him, peering into the pot to see the green beans be enveloped by the bubbling hot water. "This is actually a pretty basic thing to know." (Y/n) replies casually, stirring the vegetables with a spoon before returning to the cutting board to get the pre-peeled potatoes to boil as well. Toki manoeuvres around (Y/n) to keep watch, getting out of her way when she turns around. 

"My parents taught me how to cook, they’re supposed to teach you everything. Didn’t yours?” (Y/n) is a little too focused on her cooking to really filter herself. And once she realises what she says, she kind of pales. Turning to look at Toki, he is staring back with a completely empty look. It’s really scary how Toki can suddenly lose all life in his eyes like that. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Fuck…” She quickly apologizes for being so insensitive. Toki blinks a couple of times and the life to his pale blue eyes returns, (Y/n) looks back to her cooking out of embarrassment. 

(Y/n) is slightly aware of his childhood, which explains his behaviour today. But she has a hard time relating to him, her own childhood was great. Loving parents and loving siblings, still in contact today. 

"Here." (Y/n) breaks the uncomfortable silence and gently takes Toki's hand, placing the spatula into his hand. "make sure that everything is cooked evenly." (Y/n) instructs as steps aside for him to take charge. motioning for Toki to try and flip over the piece of meat. "see?"

Toki successfully flips the patty over, hearing the meat sizzle from the searing heat. The guitarist smiles brightly a his accomplishment. “Looks! I dids it!” He points at the pan. “Very good! You’re getting the hang of this." (Y/n) praises with glee, patting him on the back of his shoulder. The guitar feels a sense of pride upon receiving praise from his friend. There is nothing like quality time together. "This is funs." Toki replies with a smile, cooking the patty by himself now.. 

"I know right. Eating a meal feels a lot more rewarding when you made it yourself. It's a handy skill to possess." (Y/n) explains, lifting the lid of one of the pots to check in on the boiling vegetables, it’s going good so far.

(Y/n) smiles, blinking at the steam that hits their face. "Alright, it's almost ready." She drops the lid on the pot. "I'll get some plates and then dinner is ready." She then moves away to gather the items she said she’d get. After the plates are prepared for a dinner for two. After baking the potatoes and the green beans were cooked, and The meals were complete. 

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Once the dinner for two is done and served. Toki and (Y/n) sit down at the nearby table to try the dish that they just made together. In all honesty, for Toki the meal is amazing, probably the best meal he can remember having. he eats the pork patty with glee and (Y/n) looks upon her guitarist friend with amusement as he finishes his meal. he seems to really love it.

Of course, (Y/n) is enjoying the meal herself as well. As she had mentioned before, a meal is way more rewarding when eating. Some people think cooking is a waste of time because eating it takes about 15 minutes. Whoever thinks like that doesn’t take pride in their own creations, which is very sad.

the the green beans are perfectly boiled and the potatoes are well baked and have a crunch to them, in (Y/n)’s opinion, that’s a good thing.

"Wowee! This is so greats (Y/n)!" Toki cheers with a mouthful of food. "Be proud of yourself Toki. We made this together." (Y/n) replies with a smile, taking both hers and Toki's plates and utensils to clean them up.

"cans we do this agains sometimes? Then yous can helps me makes snacks for the others." Toki asks rather sheepishly, standing up and following (Y/n) to help her with the dishes.

"Of course, we can do this again! I'll help you become just as good at cooking as me. Maybe even better!" (Y/n) winks at the guitarist playfully, smiling cheekily at him. Toki turns cherry pink in the face at (Y/n)’s gesture, and then returns the smile.

"it's a deal then."

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I like this one a lot. And I hope you do too! It’s really cute and it doesn’t have a lot of plot to be honest. It’s a simple story. 

Thanks for reading.

- Smilex

#x reader #reader insert #imagines #fluff #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse #metalocalypse imagines #dethklok imagines #toki wartooth x reader #toki wartooth

[magadauthan]

Ep 16: Fifth Moon

Trying to keep up. Maybe I can keep the @trigun98watchparty to one day behind? Yeah, right. Fifth Moon ends the first arc of the story and next we transition to the not-fully-fleshed-out TriMax portion.

"The greater the tragedy, the greater the emotional effect." You're not wrong, Legato.

--Midvalley has sax appeal lolz

--Meryl's so sad, look at her. She misses him terrible. Milly's worried too, but she's just as worried about Meryl as she is about Vash.

--"Oops, did I say that out loud? No, I don't have a thing for him at all, ah ha ha ha ha"

--Oh Meryl, honey, please be careful.

--The non sequitur with the weird little messenger... can someone please explain it to me? Is there a cultural reference here that a Western audience wouldn't get? Or is this some odd interpretation of the Garden of Gethsemane for Vash?

--WW can't stay away.

--yes, it's bowdlerization... but seriously, how can you get a major city evacuated in like one day? Anyone who's lived through a natural disaster knows how that goes.

--EG Mine anticipates the pandemic! Plus, only Legato gets to be a drama queen.

--Nice lampshading of samurai tropes against spaghetti westerns.

--Rai-Dei brings a sword to a gunfight. Indiana Jones knows how to handle this situation.

--Meryl has crossed the line from worried sick into worried stupid, and Milly knows it. Someone is going to have to be the adult in the room, and it won't be Meryl.

--Western audiences wouldn't pick up on Meryl's shift in pronouns (neither would I except for that excellent discussion) but she's crying out like a child to go to Vash. She's wailing in despair, fighting her best friend because she is desperate to help the man she loves, and Milly has to pick her up and drag her away. Milly knows how to be a good big sister.

--Twisted Christian Science is a good name for a band.

--Vash nukes another city, and presumably all the Plants in it, so what the hell, Knives

--WW doesn't seem terribly sorry to be offing Rai-Dei, especially since he's become more fond of Vash than he'd let on. "this annoying guy, and he beat up on Vash, fuck him"

--Oh, Meryl. Meryl. Trying to hide the tears under bravado, only to be told that she's to stop looking for Vash immediately and she has no further excuse to try in the future. The only reason she has to follow him now is that she loves him - which I'm not sure she's admitted to herself at this point - and it would cost her everything.

--The saddest part of the ep is that the individual people Vash has helped, or whose lives have been touched by his actions, now have to ask themselves which Vash is the real one. Were the kind things he did for them just a ploy? Were they tricked? Is he evil, is he the devil, is he wicked, is he inhuman? (yes on that last one... sort of. depends what you mean by "human.") It may be only Meryl who continues to believe in him wholly at that point. (Even Milly is angry, because Meryl is crying over him, and Meryl doesn't cry.)

Fade to black.

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 98 watch party #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #Day 16 #Fifth Moon

[eroslove88]

Operating in the Shadows

Pairing: Yelan x Dom. Reader

Warnings: Noncon, bondage, mentioned footjob, dom reader, wlw, slut shaming, gang bang hinted at the end & degradation

Notes: We're just gonna jump right into the sex, so... yeah, be prepared.

Blue really was her color, you chose this royal blue rope just for her. You adored the way the fat of her thighs leaked over the bindings, turning red from the burns and suffocation. Her folds were out of display just for you, "My Yelan, you're quite pretty like this" in mating press position, bound and gagged leaving any protests she had muffled. "I've been waiting for this moment, y'know?" sighing you grabbed a toy- small probably about 3in. and rubbed it along her folds "I always wondered, 'What am I doing wrong? She's taken down my colleagues- When is it my turn?' I'm so glad you finally decided to face me"

You slapped her pussy her face eye twitching in response, you spat on her cunt in an attempt to lube up the toy, "You're a whore, so I doubt you'll be able to cum because of this little dick" you smirk to yourself inserting the dildo. Her pussy clenching onto it for dear life, "Cock-starved?" your other hand plays with her clit while the one with the toy moves forward and back. You never broke eye contact with her. A bastard's smile on your face as she groans into her panties and releases on the toy.

"I was wrong" you chuckled. Grabbing the band from the box below you. Swiftly the silicone toy was attached to the band. You removed the panties from her mouth and looked down at her disgusted face, "Want a taste?" you questioned cocking your head to the side. "They'll find me." she simply stated before pressing her lips hard together. "You're right." you said pinching her nose, "Liyue officials will miss their cockwhore. They'll miss their dominatrix 'mommy's you gave them footjobs and handjobs" you mocked her mouth desperately opening for air.

The dildo was shoved into her mouth as her head vigorously shook in an attempt to a miss it. She gagged on the veiny toy, "Yum, huh? I would've been gentle had you not been so bratty." the band was adjusted at you locked the pad in the back of her head. Yelan's pretty, purple lips wrapped around the black toy was such a delightful scene. You pressed her cheeks together staring at her eyes as she furrowed her brows, "Now, this is what you wanted, right?" her breaths were heavy. What a lovely sight it was her makeup smeared all around her face- my you wished this could've been done sooner.

You dropped her and dug through your box, "Look! I got this to match your aesthetic." a royal blue, veiny, curved dildo was waved mockingly by her crotch. You attached the cock to it's harness and stared down at her face, "You know it's weird, but I love and hate you so much. I just want to ruin you and make you only need me." you grabbed on to her thighs and teased her drooling folds. Slowly you started letting in sink in barely audible mewls coming from her gag.

You picked up her underwear and brought it up to your nose, sinking in completely. "You've slobbered all over this- yet I still smell your aroma" your thrusts turned desperate as your fucked her your other hand reaching down for her throat, "Oh god! I'm so happy!" as if the gag wasn't enough, she could barely breathe now. "Y-you are unbelievable. How can you endure so much?" you asked as tears dribbled down her face, "Oh baby~ this will be everyday and every hour from now on. I've waited for so long. All this should make up for all the time you had me waiting." she released onto your cock. Letting go of her throat your started panting, all the adrenaline really had you worked up.

Removing the toy you licked it as your stared at her destroyed state. You put your clothes on and groped at her tits, "Very good job, my Orchid." you compliment. You unlock the gag, she didn't say anything. Grabbing her face you give her faded purple lips a kiss, "It's too bad I have a promise to keep. I would've loved to keep you to just myself, but this is fine. It's just for today." you reassure her walking away.

She didn't get what you meant until multiple footsteps got louder and suddenly she was surrounded by several treasure hoarders and fatui agents. Their belts coming undone as her tiered eyes widened.

You on the other hand made several copies of some really good footage you caught to hand to anyone you passed on your way to the harbor.

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere #tw noncon #noncon genshin #yandere yelan #genshin yelan #yelan x reader #noncon Genshin impact #genshin yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #dom reader #yelan noncon #treassure hoarders #yandere fatui #genshin impact #yelan

[julesclues]

Leave a Mark pt. 2

Warnings: mentions of abuse, cursing, cleanup of injuries, sexual references

Word count: 5.42k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader

Not proof read :p

Summary: After a harsh encounter with your father, Eddie continues to clean you up in his trailer now that the coast is clear.

You and Dustin decided that sleeping over Eddie’s was a good idea. Dustin was supposed to do it anyways, and you didn’t feel in the condition to drive home, especially with him in the car. Your head was still killing you, and it hurt to walk for the most part.

After the boys had settled down from their little play session of running around the trailer, Eddie went in his room and grabbed some blankets and pillows for Dustin. “Woah, wait a minute. I’m not sleeping in a bed?” Dustin asks, as he follows Eddie out of his bedroom and onto the couch, where you sat. “Nope! I like you Henderson, but I will not be giving up my precious bed. Capisci?”

“But-“ Dustin turns to you to protest but you’re already giving him a death glare. “Eddie was nice enough to let us stay here. You’re lucky you’re not sleeping on the floor,” you say while Dustin’s shoulders fall in defeat. He turns to Eddie and Eddie wiggles the pillows and blankets. “Yeah, keep complaining Henderson and you’ll be outside.”

You chuckle slightly as Dustin accepts sleeping on the couch, and you get up so Eddie can set it up for him. “Where should I go?” You ask softly, rubbing your hands together. “You, lovely lady, can go in my room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Why does she get your room!?” Dustin protests, but Eddie hits his arm. “She’s hurt. And besides, she hasn’t been complaining this entire time. I think she’s starting to become my favorite Henderson.” You blush at his playful words, but Dustin is just kinda disgusted. “Don’t you dare start flirting with my sister! I liked it better when you two weren’t friends. Fuck.” You laugh a bit and glance at Eddie, but he’s already looking at you with a sparkle in his eye, causing your breath to hitch in your throat for a quick second. His eyes were beautiful.

“I-I’ll be.. I’ll just go now. Yeah..” you say a bit awkwardly. You clear your throat and walk toward Eddie’s room, hearing his chuckle fade. You walk into his room and it matches him exactly. It’s exactly what you thought it would look like. Posters of Metallica, Dio, and Black Sabbath hung on the wall, worn down but still standing. Magazines of metal bands flooded the floors and his desk, along with guitar picks and music sheets. On the nightstand besides his bed was a little notebook titles “dnd campaigns” which made you smile. It was cute how Eddie hated English class and yet kept a notebook of creative ideas for a game he was so passionate about.

You picked up the book and sat on his bed. You scrolled through the notebook, glancing at the thousands of words plastered on the pages. There were also some doodles on the corners of a couple pages, which made you smile. But there was one that made you stop scrolling and your smile widen.

It was Dustin. A cute little sketch of Dustin wearing his hat that said “thinking cap.” The sketch wasn’t as good to put in a museum, but the fact that you were just able to see that it was your brother made you smile widely. You knew Dustin loved Eddie like a lot, but you didn’t really put together that Eddie shared that same love. Now you definitely understand how wrong you were about him. You had always thought he liked to be feared, that he was a scary cult leader but really, it was the total opposite. 

“Snooping, sweetheart?”

You jump from being startled, dropping the notebook on the floor and turn to face Eddie leaning against the door frame. “I-I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I know I shouldn't have been looking through your stuff, but your room is awesome. It’s exactly how I thought it would be.” He smirks, a small blush forming on his cheeks at the mention of how awesome you think he room is. “So, you've imagined what my room would look like?” Your eyes widen as you chuckle at his playful banter, picking up the notebook. “In your dreams, Munson.” He puts his hand on his chest like he’s wounded, and sits down on his bed. “Who told you about my dreams?” You sit down next to him and throw your head in a circle, ignoring his rhetorical question. “How’re you feeling?” he asks with concern. You turn to look at him but he's already looking at you with those goddamn puppy eyes. “Honestly, my torso hurts a bit.” He jumps up which, yet again, startles you. You were confused as to what he was doing when he went to his drawer and started looking through it, mumbling things you couldn’t quite understand. You see his tongue stick out a bit, which you find absolutely adorable. “Ah! Here it is,” he says quite loudly, turning around to face you. 

In his hands were a couple of elastic bandages. “We can wrap these around you to help with the bruises on your torso and legs. Besides, it’ll make you look badass.” You chuckle softly as he sits besides you again, making the bed dip down. You admired how easily he can make you smile or laugh, even in the shittiest of moments. You never knew he had such a sense of humor. Maybe that’s why Dustin got along with him so well, so quick. You stare at Eddie as he unravels the bandage, ready to put it around your torso first. “You can totally do this yourself if you’re uncomfortable, but I need you to lift your shirt a bit so I can wrap this around you sweetheart.” You were a bit hesitant.

Not because it was Eddie, but because you didn’t want to reveal such a bruise. You felt it even if there was no pressure on it. It was throbbing and the pain was definitely there. For some reason, you were embarrassed.

Eddie noticed your hesitation and was quick to reassure you. “I know I’m supposed to buy you dinner first, but I promise I’m still a gentleman. Say the word, I’ll leave the room, and you can patch yourself up.”

“I know you’re a gentleman,” you say a bit too quick. “I just get a bit nervous to show people my injuries. Don’t know why,” you chuckle nervously as he gives you a small smile. “You don’t want me to see you differently,” he says. You tilt your head in confusion, wondering how he was able to connect with you so easily and understand what you were feeling. “My childhood wasn’t the best,” he admits. “Before moving in with Uncle Wayne at around 7, I lived with my dad. My mom split when I was young. Never really knew her,” he chuckles sadly, but you just continue to listen, leaning in a bit so he knows you’re really listening.

“My dad was a selfish prick, exactly like yours. Textbook definition and all. I always defended him though. Always told people he was amazing and the best father ever, even though he would do that same thing to me,” Eddie admits, pointing to your face quickly as he mentions the last couple words. Your eyes widen in surprise a bit, not expecting Eddie to share the same experiences as you and your brother. “It wasn’t until Uncle Wayne took me in that I started to notice the real reason I never told people the truth. I was embarrassed. Everyone spoke about their parents being the highlight of their life yet my highlight was a fantasy board game about warlocks and dragons and creativity. No wonder people call me a freak, huh?” Before you could respond, he shakes his head.

“But this isn’t about me. This is about you, sweetheart. I never told anyone that, but I needed you to know that I understand you. Maybe not personally, but I’m not exactly in the dark here, you know? So I get it. I’m here for you.”

I’m here for you.

Those four words were words you were longing for, and you didn’t even know it. Eddie saw tears form in your eyes as you just inhaled slowly in silence. “I’m sorry you went through that,” was all you said before a couple tears starting falling. “Hey, don’t cry. Come on, we should be patching you up like a potato head.” You chuckle in confusion, wiping a tear as he scoots closer to you. He was so weird.

“Like a potato head?” You question.

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly. “Like, those weird doll things. That you put together and stuff? You can take off their eyes and mouth and then put them back on.”

“How does that relate to me?”

“Cause like.. you know. Putting you back together.”

“But I’m not broken.”

“Well no, but I mean, you’re not a potato either so don’t take it too literal, sweetheart.”

You hummed, smiling at him in silence. “You can patch me up,” you say after a moment. “I trust you. And besides, with these bruises, I don’t think I have the strength to turn too much.” He nods slightly and picks up the bandage again. “If you would be so kind, m’lady,” he says, mimicking the action of lifting up your shirt. You do exactly that, lifting up until it reaches right below your chest area. You saw Eddie’s face drop a little bit when he noticed your bruises, and it made your heart hurt.

It was a deep purple and it looked like it wasn’t done forming yet. The color circled from your belly button to your back, and went up about two or three inches. It was one hell of a bruise. Eddie had never seen anything like it. He was shocked this wasn’t from a car accident or something along those lines.

“Y/n,” he whispers, looking up at you. But he saw you were looking down with a slight redness to your face from embarrassment. So, Eddie being Eddie, he tried to make you feel better with the one thing he did best - humor!

“Ever go mechanical bull riding?” He asks, starting to wrap you up with the bandage. Very lightly, but it still hurt when you get his fingers graze your stomach. “What’s that?” You ask in curiosity. He looks up at you and scoffs. “What- wait, you don’t know what that is?!” He asks in disbelief. You smile and shake your head, as he mentally praises himself for helping you loosen up a bit. “You get on this mechanical bull, hence the name, and the operator tries to throw you off. It starts off slowly, but the longer you stay on, the quicker and harder it gets. Eventually you get thrown off. You only hold on with one hand though.”

You laugh, imagining yourself on it. “I’d get thrown off almost immediately. It sounds like a lot of fun though. I’d pay good money to see you ride it, Munson.” Eddie laughs, halting his hands and looking up at you. You were smiling wide now, almost as if nothing had happened within the last 24 hours. God, did he love your smile.

“Well guess what, sweetheart? I’ve gone on one before.” You gasp in surprise, your eyes widening as you lean closer to him. “No way!” You squeal. “Yep, no bullshit. Went with my band once and-“

“Corroded Coffin, right?”

He almost died right then and there.

“Y-yeah. That’s us,” he smiles. “Anyways, they dared me to do it,” he starts off, continuing to wrap you up. He was almost done. ”Once I got up there, it was actually decent. Stayed on for quite some time. Until that shit starting spinning. Let me just tell you, it was not a pleasant experience. Almost shit my pants and puked at the same time.” You laughed for probably the hundredth time tonight, and yet Eddie could listen to it until he died. He loved to make you laugh. It was his new favorite hobby.

He laughed along with you, finishing the wrapping of the bandage, admiring his work. You lower your shirt with a strain and a wince after a couple of minutes, causing him to look up at you. “You alright?” He asks in a sincere voice. You sigh, but nod. “As good as I can be. I just hope that little one out there is okay.” You say with as much concern as Eddie, turning your head to the door. “Oh he’s got a 5 star couch for the night. He’s more than okay, sweetheart.” He knew you meant about the whole situation. About your father and the fear and the hurt. But Eddie promised both you and himself that he’d protect the Henderson siblings. That meant both physically and emotionally. And he’s not one to ever break a promise.

You smile and put your hand on top of his, making him tense for a second. It was unexpected. “I can’t thank you enough.” He flips his hand and interlocks it with yours. “Don’t need to thank me sweetheart. It’s the bare minimum.”

You hum, knowing he’s right but still finding it a bit unbelievable that someone can be as funny and sweet as him. You hated how people called him a freak. You felt guilty for ever thinking of him other than a good guy. Dustin was right about him. He was so right.

“Anyways!” He says with enthusiasm, jumping up from the bed and slapping his thighs. “Let’s get you ready for bed, huh? It’s already..” he glances at his watch and is somewhat shocked. “12:17. Damn.” He opens his drawer, searching for some clothes he could give you. “Aha!” He says, similar to when he found your bandage. He pulls out a hellfire shirt, most likely an extra one since he was wearing his, and some black pajama shorts that were way too similar to boxers.

“I hope this is okay,” he asks. You smile as he places the clothes next to you on the bed. “It’s more than enough,” you reassure him. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Like I said sweetheart, no need to thank me.” He pulls out clothes for himself as well. An oversized Metallica shirt and red and black flannel pants. “How’s my outfit for the night?” He asks, putting the clothes up to his body and posing. You chuckle and shake your head slightly. “Makes you look like Metallica’s number one fan,” you joke. “Matter of fact, are you part of their band? With all the merch you have..” your voice trails off as Eddie smirks in satisfaction that you’re opening up to him.

“Ah, she’s got jokes, huh?”

“Guess you’re rubbing off on me, Eds.”

Eddie pauses, his breathing becoming a bit quicker than before. “E-Eds?” He repeats in a whisper. Your eyes widen in nervousness. “I’m sorry! I just thought that- I mean you call me sweetheart, so I thought a nickname for you would make sense. I’m sorry, I’ll stick with Eddie, I wasn’t thinking-“

“No!” He interrupts, making you stop talking. “I liked it. Trust me, I liked it. It was just unexpected, that’s all. Please, keep calling me that.” He knew he sounded kind of desperate, and he had to admit it was a bit embarrassing. But not to you. Your still expression turned into a happy one, as you bit on your bottom lip for a second. “Eds it is then,” you grin.

“I guess I am rubbing off on you, sweetheart. Nicknames, jokes. Third base for me is using humor to cope. Seems like you share that same trait, huh?” You chuckle, grabbing the clothes he left for you on the bed. “Don’t think so, Eds. Third base is me telling you about my father.” He smiles as you were able to make a small joke about the harsh events that had happened.

“Marriage seems like the next plausible option then,” he continues.

“Let’s elope.”

“Dibs on Dustin being my best man.”

“No fair, I wanted him as the flower girl!”

This time, it’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. Never in a million years had he thought he would be joking about third base and marriage with Y/n Henderson. Life surely is unpredictable.

“You go change now,” he says, his laugh fading a bit, but his smile ever faltering. “Let me check on Dustin.”

“Ever the babysitter,” you huff with a playful tone.

“Hey, that’s Harrington’s job.” You smile and glance at him once more, before disappearing into the bathroom with a click erupting from the bathroom lock.

Eddie is frozen in his room, replaying the encounter in his mind over and over again. You were definitely something else and he absolutely loved it.

You on the other hand were a blushing mess. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was quite small, considering it was a trailer home but you didn’t mind one bit. It was still spacey enough to change in.

After a couple minutes, you changed into the hellfire shirt and the shorts. The hellfire shirt was somewhat long on you, and when you would move a certain way, it made it seem like you didn’t have pants on. It made you chuckle a bit.

When you walked out of the bathroom and back into Eddie’s room, he was no where to be found. He was probably still checking in on Dustin and changing into clothes as well. You sat on the bed once more and lifted up the shirt to view the bandage. You ran your fingers along the material, feeling it’s rough surface. You winced a bit, but the bandage helped soothe the pain a lot.

You got back up after lowering the shirt and decided to explore Eddie’s room some more. Even though you did briefly before, it was cut short after he had caught you. You go over to his guitar hanging on the wall and play a couple of strings. It makes a small sound which causes your mind to drift to how and what Eddie would play. Definitely Metallica that’s for sure. You thought about if he would play Iron Maiden or even Möntley Crüe. After a couple minutes of thinking, you came to the conclusion that he for sure knew how to play songs from those two bands.

You shifted your attention the his nightstand beside his bed where you had previously found his dnd notebook. There were some cassette tapes and you knew you just had to go through them. What kind of music did Eddie Munson really listen to?

Majority of it was metal bands, of course, but there was one cassette that made you chuckle to yourself and smile widely.

Abba.

Eddie Munson listened to Abba. Maybe not religiously, like he did those other bands, but holy shit.

And as if on cue, Eddie walks through the door of his bedroom. The sight of you in a Hellfire shirt holding a Metallica and Abba cassette in each hand made his heart absolutely swoon. “I see someone’s snooping again,” he says with a bit of a shaky voice. Sure, his demeanor was confident, but seeing you in this way made his nervous. In a good way, of course.

“And yet again, I’m sorry,” you apologize. “But Abba?” You question. “No way the Edward Munson listens to Abba in his free time.” He scoffs at the name ‘Edward’ walking up to you and snatching the cassettes out of your hands, throwing them into his pajama drawer. “Calling me Edward makes me seem like an 80-year old grandpa.”

“You sure look like one.”

“Henderson with the jokes! Where is this coming from?”

“Like I said before Eddie, you’re rubbing off on me.”

“I think you’re right. I even have you in a Hellfire shirt.” Eddie couldn’t help but imagine that the shirt was his shirt. It was an exact match, they only had one design. It made him blush ever so slightly, but it went unnoticed by you.

“This is pretty comfy,” you say with happiness, gripping the ends of the shirt and hopping on his bed. You yawn softly and he notices, turning on the lamp next to him bed. “Why don’t you sleep, sweetheart? It’s been a long day, you need to rest.”

You nod slightly, getting under his comforter and laying down. He shuts off the overhead light and walks over to you, smiling while looking down at you. You meet his gaze and smile. “I know you told me not to thank you Eddie, but that’s all I can say right now. Thank you for helping me and Dustin.” He smiles at your kind words and nods, not trusting his voice to respond. He turns around to leave, but he feels you grab his wrist. He doesn’t move his body but turns his head so he’s looking at you once more.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a slight worry hidden in your voice. “I’ll just be in Uncle Wayne’s room. It’s right across the hall.” He tries to reassure you but your grip on his wrist doesn’t falter. “Please don’t go,” you whisper, making his heart beat faster than he thinks it ever has. “I.. I don’t want to be alone. I’ll know you’ll be in the other room but-“

Eddie doesn’t allow you to finish. With his other hand, he grabs yours that’s on his wrist and smiles widely at you. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters a bit. “Of course I’ll stay.”

He walks over to the other side of the bed and grabs a pillow, ready to set up on the floor. You sit up in his bed and look over at him. “What are you doing?” You ask, hands folded in your lap. “Setting up on the floor,” he says nonchalantly. “Oh..” you say in disappointment, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” You bit your lower lip in hesitancy. “Nothing, I just.. is it weird to ask if you c-can stay up here.. with me? I mean, the bed is big enough for both of us- obviously you know that, it’s your bed,” Eddie chuckles as you ramble on. “You don’t have to sleep with me- n-not like that, obviously! I mean if you don’t want to l-like.. fuck, I’m totally botching this, huh? I’m gonna go crawl in a hole.”

Eddie laughs, putting the pillow back on the opposite side of the bed and tilting his head toward you, silent for a moment. “Yeah that totally sucked,” he admitted, making you throw a pillow at him. It hits his face but he catches it before it hits the floor, making you laugh for a second. “Shut up,” you scoff. He sits on the bed with a hop, handing you back the pillow. You put it back under your head and lie back down. He looks at you as you snuggle yourself in his comforter, wondering what it would be like to see you like this every night. Magical is the only word he could come up with.

Soon he mimics your actions and turns toward you as you stare up to the ceiling. You were silent, the injuries on your face still very much evident. Eddie took his time to really take in your appearance, past the bruises.

Your side profile was beautiful. He had never seen anything like it and mentally degraded himself for ever ignoring you. You looked peaceful just laying on his bed and wearing his clothes. He allowed his mind to drift to what it would be like to go star gazing with you, or even take you out to Lovers Lake and have a picnic. He normally hates doing those sorts of things. It just wasn’t his style. But the more he got to know you, the more he realized that he’d do anything you’d ask him do. Dare he say, even listen to Tears for Fears and The Cure.

Your voice brought him out of his little daydream, as he realized you were now facing toward him and your lips were moving. “You’re not uncomfortable, are you?” You ask with concern. “Not one bit,” he admits a little too quickly. You smile, relaxing a bit and turning back to face the ceiling. “I hate that this is my life,” you whisper, causing Eddie’s smile to drop. He doesn’t say anything though. He just allows you to continue. “I just want a family. I want Dustin and I to be able to sit at a dinner table with others besides just us two. I want to talk about nonsense and have someone listen to me anyways because they care about me. I just want someone besides Dustin to care about me.”

“I care about you.”

“You basically just met me. You didn’t know me before.”

“And look at the impact you made. I could listen to you talk for hours.”

You turn your head to Eddie once again, feeling your heart race. “Really?” You whisper in disbelief. “Are you kidding?” He whispers back. “I was a fool to not have known you sooner. We could’ve been eating those microwaved dinners together and talked about nonsense for years!” You smile at the mention of microwaved dinners. Sure they tasted like shit most of the time, but they provided you comfort. Dustin too. He must’ve told Eddie about them.

“Maybe we can do that then,” you say with some confidence. “Like every Saturday or Sunday or something. The Henderson’s and the Munson’s. If that’s okay with Wayne, of course!” You had never met Wayne, but just by the way Eddie’s eyes lit up at his name, you knew he was a good parental figure toward him. “That sounds perfect, sweetheart. I’m sure Dustin would love it. Maybe we can teach you and Wayne to play dnd.” You chuckle at the thought of you playing the one game you swore you never would. Yet when Eddie mentioned the idea, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful that it would become a reality. “I actually really like that idea, Eds,” you admit. He hums and you could hear the happiness he radiates.

“I’m tired,” you whisper. “Sleep then, sweetheart. We’ve always got tomorrow to talk and goof around.”

“Eds?”

“Yes?”

“Are we friends?”

“I think sleeping in the same bed unlocks that level of our bond, don’t you think?”

“I do. I just wanted to make sure you thought the same way.”

“Don’t worry. We’re on the same page.”

You felt your eyes getting heavier as each word spilled past your lips. Sooner or later, you had fallen asleep, not even realizing the lingering touch of Eddie’s hand on yours.

Hours later, you presume, you woke up to a bright light shining through Eddie’s beat up window. You felt very warm, and looked down to realize that you were tangled up with Eddie, kind of like a knot. You felt your face heat up almost immediately when you say how your head rested on his chest and your legs were engulfed in his. His arms were wrapped around your figure, somewhat keeping you from moving or shifting without waking him up. You had to admit, it was the most comfortable you had been in a while.

You look up and see Eddie snoring slightly, his eyes closed and his mouth in a small smile. You wondered if he was dreaming and what it was about. While admiring him, his eyes fluttered open and instantly, he made eye contact with you. His raspy voice comes out in a whisper. “Hello sweetheart.” You smile at him and yawn, nodding to reciprocate the greeting. “How long have you been awake?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you. “Just a couple of minutes,” you admit. Before he could respond, a harsh opening of the bedroom door startles you both, causing you to break eye contact and glance at the door. It was Dustin.

“Eddie! Where the hell is the milk? I’ve been looking for-“ his little rant was cut short when he takes in how you and Eddie are in each other’s arms, in the same bed, under the same sheets. “Please don’t tell me you two were fucking!” Dustin screams, turning around quickly. A deep blush creeps on your face almost instantly as Eddie starts to laugh. “Dustin!” You scold. “We weren’t- God, I need to teach you how to speak properly.”

“We’re out of milk,” Eddie says nonchalantly. You wondered how he could be so chill about what Dustin said, but when you looked up at him, you realized his cheeks were just as red as yours. It made you smile.

“How can you not have milk?” Dustin protests, turning back around to make eye contact with Eddie. “And more importantly, why the hell are you all over my sister?”

“He’s not all over me!” You yell, causing Dustin to roll his eyes. “I can see his hands wandering!”

“You must be hallucinating because his hands are-“

Before you could finish though, you were interrupted by Eddie’s fingertips circling your right thigh under the sheets. There was no way Dustin could see, but you would still deny it until your last breath. At first, you were confused why Eddie was doing what he was, until you looked up at him to see he was smirking but not looking toward you.

He was teasing you.

“J-Just go drink s-something else,” you stutter, trying hard to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach as he grips your thigh. “But I want milk!” Dustin says, stomping his foot. Eddie then speaks up. “Henderson, how about you drink some water? Stay hydrated, huh?” You were glad Eddie spoke up when he did. You didn’t trust your voice to not crack or stutter. Dustin huffs in annoyance, and leaves Eddie’s room with a quiet close of the door. One thing you had taught him was to never slam doors. Once Dustin was out of view, you slapped Eddie slightly on the chest.

“What the hell was that?!” You ask, getting up out of his embrace. You felt cold without him. “No way you’re mad at me,” Eddie fights back with a smile, getting up with a stretch. “I’m not mad, I’m just..” you didn’t really know how to feel. “Turned on?” Eddie jokes, which causes you to throw a pillow at him. “Am not!” You contradict, chuckling as he catches what you threw. “Sure Henderson, deny it all you want.” All you do is scoff playfully, looking at him with a smile. “Eds-“

“Go on a date with me.”

Your eyes widen in confusion and surprise at his sudden boldness. “W-What?” You stutter. He was on one side of the bed with you standing on the other side, so the distance wasn’t too far. “Stop me if I’m reading this wrong but I enjoy hanging out with you,” he admits. “And yeah, I love being your friend now but.. I want to care for you in a different way. I don’t want to apologize for my lingering touches or glance at you only when you’re not looking. I want to try with you. And hey, if it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. But I want to try this, Y/n.”

Y/n. That’s how you knew he was serious. Not sweetheart this time, but your actual name.

You were silent for a second before walking over to his side of the bed and smiling up at him. “I never would’ve thought that Edward Munson would be asking Y/n Henderson out on a date.”

“Again with the Edward.” You chuckle and pull him into a hug, which he doesn’t mind reciprocating. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you,” you accept. Your soft voice tickles his neck but he doesn’t care, it felt good.

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“Are you kidding?” You say, pulling away from him. “I’d be a fool not to. You helped me and my brother so much, it only proved how good of a guy you are. I want this, Eds. I want to try with you.”

He smiles, looking down at you. You’ve never seen him smile like that, not even when he’s playing dnd.

“Eddie! Get your ass out of that room! I want fucking milk!” You both hear Dustin scream with a voice crack. You laugh along side Eddie, not breaking eye contact. “Your brother is a handful.”

“What gave you that idea?”

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would you mayhaps infodump about LC! lyrics? 👀👀 /nf

(I saw you on the anon game and am incredibly interested)

OOOOOOOOOH YESYESYESYES I WOULD LOVE TO INFODUMP ABOUT LOS CAMP LYRICS

okay okay so first of all. this band is so good. they have so many banger ass songs and that cannot be denied. HOWEVER in my heart To Tundra will always reign supreme. like holy shit. it's got lyrics like "meet me at st. nicholas among the oaks, behind the church that sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves" and "we take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children with lilies bunched in our hands" like. those lyrics are so visceral and potent they literally leave me with my mouth hanging wide open after i hear them. oh my GOD that song is magical

some of my other favorite songs lyrically is OBVIOUSLY tiptoe through the true bits. that's the song that whenever i hear it i have to stop literally everything i'm doing, turn up the volume as loud as it will go, close my eyes and just absorb the Vibes. it's so gorgeous AHHHHHH. the bit that makes my heart go !!!!!! is the part where it goes "the bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs, how you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise." like that paired with the little guitar picking up in the back and the drums kicking in are SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AND. IN MEDIA RES. that song changed my life genuinely. like WOW. the whole vibe of it, especially the end when the trumpets (i think they're trumpets at least) kick in and gareth goes "if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45 with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life, is this something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?" like WOW what an existential crisis moment while you feel like you're running through a rainy field. man that hits yknow

ALSO i am emotionally attached to Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4. i dont know why but the first time i ever heard it my brain latched its claws onto it and now it wont fucking let go. so whenever i hear the guitar at the beginning i am Legally Obligated to belt out at the top of my lungs "I RESTORED YOUR MOTHER'S FAITH IN MEN WHILST BORING YOU TO DEATH LEFT NOTHING MORE THAN A CIRCLE OF STUBBLE RASH AROUND YOUR CHEST--"

AND!!!!!!!!! for flotsam also has a very special place in my heart. i love the lyrics in that one, particularly "summer of odd-numbered year" like. MY GUYS YOU ARE SO CREATIVE???? all of your football metaphors to describe your boredom and emotions. like i don't watch football but you go guys i think its so kickass. i love you los campesinos. also the bit where they go "flotsam, jetsam, and spindrift, all the girls i have loved, dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above" with the "aaaahhh" in the back and the very faint piano in the background that i can only hear when i'm listening to it with my gaming headphones on bc my gaming headphones have really good mid range. just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

AND WHAT DEATH LEAVES BEHIND TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 fun little fact this was the first song that i listened to when i first decided to listen to their discography all the way through. and let's just say that was a VERY good start because i was very impressed right off the bat. like "i was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton, if you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, i'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body" LIKE HOLY SHIT. THATS SO EVOCATIVE. HOW DO YOU USE SO MANY METAPHORS AND BIG WORDS. THEYRE SO GOOD AT WORDS. i love listening to this one because it is so lyrically complex and yet it all goes together so well auuugghhhhhhhh

also since i started university recently, hung empty rings very near and dear to my heart. like the bit in the bridge that goes "my vision is fading, it's blurry, there are fingerprints all over the sun, we're glad to be loved but we're lonely and we feel like we're the only ones." like. that's the experience of moving out right there!!! i don't know where the fuck i am and i'm so lonely but it feels so bright and new and cinematic. this song Gets me on the most fundemental level it feels so very College-Esque

ALSOOOOOOO she crows!!!!!!!!!!!11 i LOVE she crows. someone inject this song into my veins Right This Fucking Instant. i need to live and breathe this song right now. just the instrumentals combined with the anthemic feel of the song really seals the feeling of looking back on your life and all of your mistakes and acknowledging that all of them brought you to where you are now. especially the end bit, i don't know why, but when it goes "big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP, these blank napkins/unwritten suicide notes, it's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink (squid)" it really feels like the end of the day. these are the lyrics that buzz like caffiene in your veins as you sit outside a dutchbros at eleven pm surrounded by the only people you feel like you can be yourself around. it's the feeling of cold biting at your skin while your heart feels warm and full. it feels like an open finale, the first time you smile in a long time, an acceptance of the complex beauty of life, that unforgettable moment when you realize that you wouldn't trade who you've become for the world

and CODA A BURN SCAR IN THE SHAPE OF THE SOONER STATE. I LOVE CODA SO MUCH AGH. PERFECT CRYING IN THE SHOWER SONG. like the lyric "an artist's impression of the manhattan skyline" will get me fucking SOBBING immediately. it feels like watching the world move on without you, the world a blur as you crumple inward under the weight of your emotions, a collapsing star in an endless void. and then obviously "i can't believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea" WOAH the SYMBOLISM i will just pass away right here in my dormitory with my headphones on. no sorry professor i can't write my essay i am unwell about the romance is boring album again. sorry yeah i'll be unavailable for 3-5 buisness weeks

but uh. yeah. los campesinos amirite???????????

#thunder talks #uh. a lot #los campesinos! #los campesinos #lc!