#add a little bit of misunderstandings in the van as a treat

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween Party AU Part Two

You can read part one here!

***

Eddie can't help but steal glances at his passenger as he starts the engine while Steve buckles himself in. 

A streetlight flickers overhead bathing the front seat in strobing gold light; it's so distracting Eddie nearly misses the way Steve's hands tighten around the seatbelt, a slight tremor running through them.

The other man looks exhausted but incredibly on edge, his back straight and shoulders stiff. Eddie has to stop himself from rolling his eyes as Steve scans the dark street ahead of them. 

If he's so embarrassed to be seen with the town freak, he can just get out and walk home.

Eddie almost says as much, but shakes the words off and flicks the small Snoopy bobblehead on the dash, before reaching for the edge of the passenger seat.

He feels Steve flinch at the sudden movement as Eddie braces himself on the seat to look out the rearview window. 

Eddie tamps down the flicker of irritation that burns in his chest, he hadnt taken Harrington for a Bible thumping asshole that would believe the rumours circling Eddie, but then again, Eddie didn't really know Steve. 

Eddie backs out of the space slowly, no need to wreck the paint even more by hitting some suburban moms stationwagon after all. He shifts into drive and pulls away from the street and the flashing lights of Tina's party behind them.

Steve is quiet as they drive, and as the sound of the dull throbbing bass and party goers begins to fade into the background, Steve slowly begins to curls inwards, tugging his arms around himself.

Eddie's eyes flick between Steve and the road, he's still not looking at Eddie, just out the window with a blank expression. It's the most quiet he's ever seen King-Steve, it's unsettling.

But, the more Eddie thinks about it, that really isn't true.

King-Steve hasn't been King of anything for awhile now, Tommy Hagan has seen to that. 

Steve has been keeping to himself more and more, preferring to hang out with Wheeler and,  surprisingly, Byers of all people. 

Eddie isn't sure he'd ever be able to comfortably sit at a cafeteria table with someone who cleaned his clock, but Steve makes it look easy.

Eddie sneaks another glance and startles to find that Steve is already looking at him. He's chewing his lip, his eyebrows pinched and Eddie can't help but feel as though he's being evaluated somehow.

Great.

"Actually, you know what," Steve says after they've turned down yet another subdivision, just one street shy before the main road, "you can just drop me off up here, my house is close".

"You sure?" Eddie asks, ignoring the frustration that rises in his chest once more, "I can drive you the rest of the way, it's not like we don't all know where the King's Domaine is".

Eddie watches as Steve's expression turns stony for the barest of moments before it shutters.

"Okay". 

Eddie nods with a grimace. He isn't even sure what he wanted to happen tonight, but it wasn’t this. 

Eddie makes a left and another right before pulling into the long drive of the Harrington house.

It used to make him scoff whenever he dealt here. The huge house, the lavish furnishings and fixtures. For fucks sake, the master bath had two sinks and the closet was almost as big as his own bedroom. 

But now as the engine dies and a strange silence falls on the pair, Eddie can't help but notice just how dark the house is. 

"Your parents here?" Eddie says, craning his neck to see the upstairs windows, he doesn't even notice Steve has unclicked himself from the passenger seat until the door is open and he's halfway out of the van. 

"Woah--"

"Thanks for the ride," Steve calls over his shoulder, "see you around Munson".

Eddie barely has time to open his mouth in protest before Steve is unlocking his door and slamming it behind him, leaving Eddie in the van alone. 

He sits for a second before sighing and turning the key once more, coaxing the engine back to life. Eddie turns again, bracing his hand on the passenger seat, debating if he should head back to the party, before he spots something on the floor shining in the glow of the streetlights.

A pair of large black sunglasses, and there's no doubt who they belong to.

"Well shit," Eddie hums thoughtfully as he bends forward to grab the glasses from the floor, "guess I'll be seeing you sooner than we thought".

***

The first bell rings as Eddie closes his locker, he looks out across the sea of teenagers making their way to homeroom before the second bell and smirks. 

Eddie should also be hurrying, considering how far his locker is from his first period class, but there's something about the way the teachers glare as he saunters in late that just fuels him.

Eddie smirks as he swings his backpack over his shoulder, the metal lunchbox inside clangs against something and Eddie winces at the sound. Shit.

He moves the pack off his shoulder and unzips the top, reaching inside to grab the sunglasses from where they've become trapped beneath his lunchbox. 

They aren't broken thankfully, Eddie's sure that Harrington wouldn't appreciate his gesture nearly as much if they came back cracked or bent. 

The thought makes Eddie stop for just a moment before he opens his locker again to place the sunglasses on the top shelf. Why is he even doing this? It's not as though King-Steve would appreciate this, he probably doesn't even know the glasses are missing. 

What does Eddie care about some asshole jock? 

An image of Steve with his head in his hands, his hazel eyes wet and wide as he looks up at Eddie has him slamming his locker shut, mortified by the unbidden thought. 

It's a complete betrayal of his own God damned doctrine, and worse, Steve is straight. All Eddie is doing is hurting himself in the long run with all his pointless pining.

Especially over someone that didn't want to be seen getting into his van last night. 

Eddie leans his head onto his locker and knocks it harshly against the metal, stupid.

The second bell rings and the last of the stragglers leave him alone in the hallway. Eddie taps his fingers on the locker and pushes himself away as he makes his way to the main door, throwing his backpack over his shoulder once more. 

He needs a smoke, and definitely doesn't need Mrs. McBrayden telling him off for not handing in yet another essay today. 

Whatever, it isn't as though Eddie hasn't read Macbeth, he knows that stupid play backwards and forwards --the witches speech is absolutely full of kickass creepy language and was perfect for this one campaign he ran a few years ago. 

Eddie could tell you all the major themes and conflicts no problem, it was writing it in such a way that his teacher would believe he actually wrote it that was the issue.

The last time Eddie actually tried on one of his assignments, he had been immediately accused of plagiarizing someone else's work. 

So, why bother. 

Eddie's already got a cigarette between his lips as he pushes the door open and makes his way to his favorite picnic table by the treeline when he hears a familiar voice behind the gym.

"Tell me--"

"Tell you what?" another voice scoffs, a woman's this time.

Eddie pokes his head tentatively around the corner, spotting the man he had driven home just the night before and his girlfriend alone, clearly fighting.

"Tell me," Steve says firmly, even as his voice waivers, "you love me".

Wheeler stands there, her arms wrapped tightly around her books, "really?"

The word comes out, wrapped in a smile, like it's a joke. 

Steve doesn't move, he doesn't laugh, he doesn't make a sound. 

Nancy's mouth opens and closes as her blue eyes search Steve's face for a long time. She tries for a laugh again, but her smile cracks as Steve continues to stand there expectantly.

Eddie can't see Steve's face from where he's standing but he does hear the low curse he lets out eventually before turning abruptly, swinging a towel over his shoulder as he jogs back to the field to join the rest of the class.

Well shit.

Eddie watches Nancy as she remains rooted to the spot, her face tipped down to the gravel. She breathes out a long sigh and raises one hand to brush through her hair before it drops heavily at her side. 

Eddie can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as he slowly turns away, shaking his head as he continues to the picnic table. 

He lights the cigarette as he takes a seat facing the school, letting the edge of the table dig into his back. He pulls a long drag from the cigarette and breathes out, watching as the smoke billows away in the cool November air.

If it wasn't officially over last night, it definitely was now. The priss and the jock were no more, and knowing Hawkins?

It would be all over the school by lunch.

Part Three up!

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[thespoonisvictory]

“Techno and Wilbur make Cave Better” Key Conversations

Hi, so I’m doing a big Pogtopida Wilbur analysis rn, mainly of this stream, and I basically decided to transcribe all major events, conversations, and quotes for the masses, to reference during said analysis. 

This was such a good stream to look at, and there’s some really interesting stuff to analyze, as Wilbur interacts with almost every portion of the story and develops his character in a really interesting way. I definitely recommend watching the stream if you want to understand Wilbur’s character, or at least read this. If you like to write meta, have fun with this oh boy.

Major quotes and full conversations are bolded for clarity, timestamps are added, and names are shortened when writing dialogue. If the character is not tagged Wilbur is the one speaking (W = Wilbur, TU = Tubbo, F = Fundy, S = Schlatt, and TO = Tommy). 

“Hey Techno. I’m in a better mood today. I’m in a better- do you know I’m- I’m over fucking losing Manburg y’know.” 11.08

“The revolution is coming. the only difference is I’m not gonna be sad while doing it. I’m gonna be happy, while revolting.” 11.20

“Hey Techno, do you wanna see how over Manburg I am, dude? How over L’Manburg I am? You ready for this? *reveals Pogtopia skin*” 11.25

“That filthy, dirty, coat. I didn’t wash it once, I’ll be honest with you, Technoblade.” 11.40

*Techno shows him the farm, Wilbur is concerned but a little frightened by the amount of time he’s spent on this lol*

“First, I think, I wanna make this place look nicer, cause I won’t be able to work in this cavern if it’s just like, if it’s natural generation, y’know?” 14.33

*they join vc with tubbo*

“Tubbo’s one of the few people I trust, Technoblade. Like, I’m still figuring you out right now, but, at the moment, Tubbo seems to be pretty on the ball. He seems pretty keen on the whole spying thing.” 16.13

“See the thing is, Tubster, can I call you Tubster? Cool, cool. See the thing is Tubbony, I need help, today. Tubbo, do you know anything about super smelters.” 16.53

*they meet up in Manburg to go to Pogtopia, Wilbur doesn’t feel safe coming too close*

“Tubbo. You’ve lost the revolutionary gear. I’m so proud of you man, I’m so proud of you. We’ve finally moved on. It’s the next part!” 19.32

*Wilbur is visibly upset by Tubbo wearing the suit, despite it being a “disguise” and him saying Schlatt’s name, however*

“I was sleeping last night, before I changed my clothes, and I thought to myself, I thought to myself Tubbo you’ve done so much for our great nation.”20.17

“Have you heard of the Sunk Cost Fallacy?” *Wilbur explains the fallacy* “So, in that logic, I think you are physically incapable of giving up. I think you’re physcially incapable of giving up L’manburg. Because you’ve put in so much effort! You’ve put in so much work, y’know. So that’s why...” 22.12

*Wilbur shows Tubbo Pogtopia*

“Pogtopia isn’t a nation, as much as Tommy seems to think it is. We’re a commune, now. Don’t call me Mr President anymore, Tubbo, you’ve gotta call me, uh, Wilbs... In the commune, we’re all equal, we’re all comrades. We’re all equal” 24.24

*Wilbur compares them to Russian revolutionaries*

“Except with this Russian revolution, we’re not all gonna die. And also the nation we’re gonna make afterwards will not fail.” (oh god I’m sad) 25.15

*they talk about the super smelter, wilbur and tubbo are wholesome :(*

W: “Welcome to the commune, welcome to Pogtopia. Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking Wilbur- Wilbur-”

TU: “I think it looks lovely”

W: “oh,  see I thought you were gonna say ‘Wilbur Wilbur this looks like shit’, and I was gonna say ‘yes Tubbo, yes it does look shit’”

TU: “I mean, you obviously- I don’t think you’ve seem Manburg lately.”

Wilbur’s tone becomes serious, maybe angry “I haven’t seen Manburg lately. Why do you rub this in.”

TU: “What- no- I didn’t mean it like that-”

W: “No- I heard you man-”

TU: “No, it’s really gone quite in the opposite direction-”

Wilbur’s tone cheers up a bit. “Oh- it’s bad? It looks bad?

TU: “Yeah”

W: “Oh, that’s brilliant, that’s great news, Tubbo, thank you, I-, that means that when we go and fix it- let me show you...” 27.40

*Wilbur wants to add more people to Pogtopia, tells Techno to get more food*

*Wilbur talks about possibly exporting “Pogtopia Potatoes” to L’manburg, and poisoning them. This is never brought up again though and isn’t treated seriously*

“I wanna make sure it looks nice for when the gang gets on.” 31.35

*Schlatt joins the game, and joins vc. Wilbur is immediately panicked, telling him to make an alibi*

“How’s running L’man-Manburg going for you?” “It’s going great.” “Yeah, it’s a lovely place isn’t it, nice situation.” 34.30

*this continues a bit, Wilbur is very obviously not a big fan of this conversation. Schlatt talks about demolishing things. Wilbur’s tone is soft and somber*

W: “Oh- What are you demolishing.”

S: “The Elton John house.”

W: “Oh- that was-”

S: “I reckon we’ll take the rocket down as well, and maybe uh-”

W: “oh- ok”

S:“what is this thing, whad’you call this thing, Tubbo?”

T: “This is that cAHmrvan van”

W: *quietly* “the camARvan”

S: “The cAHmarvan?”

W: *quietly* “The camARvan” 

S: “That’s a stupid name, I reckon we put a big apartment building right over it.” 

*Wilbur moves away from his desk in shock, the conversation continues, Wilbur is shocked by the dress code being suits as Schlatt insults the revolutionary uniforms, leaves vc*

“Techno- I fucking hate him, Technoblade. He’s the fucking worst, you get it, you get it don’t you? He’s everything- he’s everything I cannot stand.” 37.32

*Wilbur talks about dismantling the oppressive government, and quotes Spongebob. They chat for bit, both misunderstanding anarchy dear god*

“One thing I really want to make sure of, cause as much as I’m still not entirely trustful of Tubbo, because he said it was a disguise... Tubbo said that he was wearing the suit as a disguise, right. Turns out that’s true. Turns out it’s the dresscode. So, Tubbo lied to me, which is not the best start for our political relationship, but y’know it’s cool, at least he’s actually online today, unlike- unlike one of my right hand men.”40.26

“Whilst I’m not entirely trustful of Tubbo, I would- still don’t wanna see him get hurt by Schlatt” 41.19

*Wilbur rejoins Schlatt’s vc. He’s still really bitter about being removed from Manburg. The whole Schlatt has diamonds in his furnace conversation happens. Schlatt asks where Niki lives, and Wilbur immediately leaves vc*

“Techno we need to get to the docks, this is your first mission under us, please comrade, please. armor. armor. We need to get to Manburg quickly, this isn’t a drill, this is first thing. We’re not gonna attack we’re just gonna watch, and then see what happens.”45.06

*Techno is mining, and Wilbur says he’ll get there on his own time before leaving. Wilbur arrives in Manburg and is disgusted by the apartment buildings, venturing in while Techno has no clue where Manburg is*

*Wilbur goes into Niki’s bakery*  “I think Schlatt’s just mugged Niki” 49.14

“Which is why I need you here, Technoblade. You’re kinda my last resort.”  50.00

*Wilbur looks over Manburg and watches Niki, Fundy, Schlatt, and Tubbo interact. They join Niki’s vc, Techno isn’t keeping hidden well and Wilbur is stressed. Wilbur is trying to balance both of them and making all the calls.*

W: “Niki I’ve gotta go, Niki I’ve gotta go, I promise- I- look- if- we’re in too much of a hot position right now to take in everyone from every sort of like person we need into our new cave. So you’re gonna have to hold out in Manburg a bit longer. Is that ok?”

N: “Of course. I will.”

W: “Mm k.”

N: “Take care, Wil.”

W: “Thank you.” 

W is obviously distraught at leaving her behind, but leaves vc. 55.05

Techno isn’t in vc, and Wilbur just softly goes “Comrade Technoblade? Is he- I’m on my own. I’m on my own.” 55.38

*Tommy joins the game and Techno joins vc* “I thought he was gone, no it’s Tommy. I didn’t think he’d be coming on, I didn’t think he’d- oh thank god!”

*they join vc with Tubbo Punz and Schlatt. Techno offers to “initiate order Kennedy” and Wilbur freaks out*

*Fundy joins vc*

S: “Fundy- Fundy- I y’know I wasn’t gonna do this so early into my reign, but I think you should have a promotion. I mean this is just such a good idea, this is just such a good idea.”

F: “You’re being very generous here Schlatt.”

W panics. “Don’t give him promotions, he’s too young, he doesn’t understand, he’s- he needs to learn more. No- he needs to learn more, I should know he’s my son.”

S: “I’m promoting him.”

F: “Wilbur, Imma need you to shut up for a second.”

W: “Don’t you speak like that to me, Fundy. Don’t forget where you came from,  Fundy.”

S: “What’s the relationship between you and Wilbur, Fundy?”

F: *sigh* “Wilbur, he’s just a founder, and I was born here, and nothing else. It’s literally everything there is to is to it.”

W, softly and sadly: “You know that’s not-”

Schlatt interrupts: “See, it’s so great to have natural-born citizens of Manburg, taking the country direction into their own hands. I mean, I really over this purple stripe, instead of that ugly blue one.”

*Wilbur has hand over his mouth in disbelief and sadness

F: “I must agree.”

*F and S continue to talk*

W, seemingly on the verge of tears: “I don’t know who you are anymore, Fundy, I don’t know who you are anymore.” he leaves the vc and joins Tommy. 

“I couldn’t be there anymore.”  1.01.36

*Immediately, Tommy tries to talk to him, while Wilbur is obviously angry and upset. Tommy is waiting for his command to burn down the flag.”

TO:“I’m stood here, by the flag with a flint and steel, Wilbur.”

W, panicked. “Tommy control yourself, control yourself, it’s not worth it.”

TO: “Do I take my shot?”

W: “Tommy do not take your shot.”

TO: “Wilbur he disrespected you!”

W, even more panicked: “He disrespected me, yes but we’ve talked about this Tommy. Tommy, if we cast the first stone-”

TO: “Wilbur, I wanna do it Wilbur.”

*now Tubbo shows up, holding a book*

W: “Tubbo, what is that book?”

TO: “I wanna do it!”

TU: “It’s, um, it’s nothing much, it’s not really anything worth worrying about.”

W, softly: “What is it. Why are you holding it.”

TU: “It’s- Schlatt has given me- It’s the papers Schlatt made me. Yeah, it’s what he, yeah.”

W: “Give it to me.”

TU: “Are you sure?”

TO at the same time: “Wilbur tell me now Fundy’s coming up. Do I light the fires of  victory, of independence?”

*W is reading the book MANBURG TO-DO*

TU: “Uh- I’m gonna need that back”

TO at the same time: I could do with a clear yes or no, this isn’t a- as much as silence is-

W interrupts, suddenly angry: “Tommy burn that place to the ground. Burn that place to the ground and try to as many people trapped in it as possible.”

TO laughs

TU: “I’m gonna need that book back- oh- oo.”

*W throws the book back*

TO: “Wilbur do I kill your son?”

W, no longer distracted: “Keep him alive, Tommy.”

TO: “Again- I could do, I’m actually-”

W: “Tommy, we’re comrades here.”

TO: “Wilbur, take one look at Manburg, cause it ain’t no more!”

W: “Tubbo, take me to Manburg.”

TU: “Ok.”

TO: “I could kill Schlatt and Big Q right now.”

W: “Keep them alive, we need them alive Tommy.”

TO: “Can I just shoot em once?”

W, exasperated: “If you want.”

TO: “Yeah, I did. It’s more of my own self fulfillment.”

W: *sighs* “We’ve cast the first stone. Our little ravine is now, it’s now in a difficult spot.” 1.03.30

*Wilbur meets Tubbo at Manburg and they head back to Pogtopia*

TO: “The flags gone, and your son is corrupt.”

W: “I know he is, and I don’t need reminding of that, Tommy.” 1.06.30

*Schlatt joins vc and tells Tommy to leave Manburg, and leaves again. Wilbur tells Tommy again not to burn down the forest, and is legitimately upset at the idea. He says it’s the thing they’re fighting against. Techno rejoins vc*

“Tommy, if you don’t fix the mistake you’ve made here, I don’t know if you’re the best fit for Pogtopia.” 1.10.46

*Wilbur asks Tubbo and Techno if they’ve checked the forest, but they’re both busy*

W: “Alright well I’ll go and looking for the fucking forest, I guess. I have to do everything around here.”

*Tubbo and Techno protest.*

W: “No no no, it’s fine you two are doing much harder work than I am.” 1.12.37

*Tubbo and Wilbur talk about how Quackity isn’t happy under Schlatt, how he’s protesting a lot of Schlatt’s measures.*

“He’s a man who I thought, really cared about his nation, but, hey y’know, I’ve been wrong before.” 1.13.55

*the conversation shifts to Fundy, and Wilbur recounts what Fundy said, clearly upset. Tubbo is shocked by this*

“It’s ok, it’s ok, y’know, cause, it’s fine! I- y’know, bonds are formed in blood, not family blood, the other blood, the blood where you stab shit. Yeah, that’s where bonds are formed.”1.14.55

*Tubbo, Techno, and Wilbur chat more, Schlatt joins vc for a bit. Tubbo and Wilbur keep up the bit that Tubbo is loyal to Schlatt until he leaves. Tubbo says explained his absence to Schlatt*

“Tubbo, you’re- see with Technoblade, right, I have no doubt that Technoblade is on my side, right. Cause with Technoblade, with Technoblade, right, I know that he wants blood, and he wants war. Cause that’s how Technoblade works y’know. He just wants to fight and he wants to kill bad guys, right. Yeah, look at him, he a little libertarian- little anarchist, right. So here’s what I’m saying, right: you however- little, I can’t tell if you’re cozying up to Schlatt to help spy, or if you’re cozying up to Schlatt because you quite like how he treats you. I mean look, Tubbo, I’ll be the first one to say it, I didn’t always treat you the best, on L’Manburg, and I know I didn’t, I- I- I was somewhat of a distant ruler- I pretty much only- don’t agree that fucking excitedly, man- look I wasn’t the best ruler I know I wasn’t. Well I think I was a good ruler, but I, I- Tubbo I don’t know if you are just prefering his rule over mine, and I feel like I gotta win you over.”

TU seems to disagree, but says ok.

TU: “Well I’m making this farm, I wouldn’t be putting in this much time if I wasn’t.”

W: No I know, I know, but that’s probably what’d you be saying to Schlatt as well if you were doing work for him.”

TU: “That is- that is very- yeah that is very true, actually.” 1.25.07

*Tubbo says his excuse is that he was pregnant in the name of being transparent. They discuss plans for the farm, and the stream ends*

Wilbur, raiding Niki: “Now, Niki is currently probably the last person who I know is on our side,, who I know is definitely on our side right now. And she, basically, is just sort of trapped in Manburg, cause I can’t get her out, cause we’ve got Tubbo out that’s fine, but I can’t get Niki out for a while. She’s being taxed and she’s being watched very closely by Schlatt. More closely than Tubbo, weirdly, and Schlatt is just being a horrible person to her as you know. So I’m gonna need you to go over there and I’m gonna need you to give her some love. “ <3 1.31.52

#wilbur soot #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp analysis #technoblade #tubbo #tommyinnit #meta #long post #transcripts #this took so long my hands hurt

[goddessofgamma]

Windy Cities and Faulty Electronics, Chapter 12 (Ao3 Link)

Summary:  Loki causes problems in more ways than one, having broken into Thor’s house and now by interrogating Bruce about his intentions towards his brother.

Thor’s brother was lanky and long-haired, his eyes dark and glaring at them both as Thor tried to negotiate with the police officer to let him go.  Bruce was remaining at a respectful distance from it all, not wanting to intrude into something that wasn’t his business.  Watching from a few metres away, Bruce saw Thor get angrier than he’d ever seen before.  

From here, it was difficult to tell whether he was angry at the police or with his brother; Bruce suspected that it was a little bit of both.  Usually Bruce found himself recoiling from people when they were mad, raised voices and harsh tones reminding him a little too much of his father. He’s nothing like my father, Bruce thought of Thor.  Even when he’s angry, he’s not threatening.  The way Thor’s jaw clenched was almost endearing.

After some short words, the officer seemed to agree to release Thor’s brother, unlocking the door of the police van.  Bruce thought that now would be an appropriate time to join them.

“Loki will never do this again.”  Thor was talking to the officer, but his eyes were glaring to his brother.  “It was just a misunderstanding about what time I was due to come home.”

The officer looked wary but undid the handcuffs all the same.  

“I don’t want to hear of any more trouble from you,” he said as he pocketed the handcuffs.  “If it weren’t for your brother here, you would have been spending tonight in a jail cell.”  

“Oh, believe me officer,” Loki smirked.  “You won’t hear of any more trouble from me.”

They remained in silence, no noise but the rain as the officer went to drive away, Bruce giving Thor what he hoped was a reassuring pat on the shoulder.  Bruce was a little sad their walk had ended on such a damper, but what mattered the most him was that Thor wasn’t too distressed by his brother.

“Well, are you going to invite me in?  I know you love playing in puddles, brother, but I have a certain image to maintain.”

“Does that image include breaking into houses and being arrested?” Thor asked, bitterness in his voice but leading the way to his flat nonetheless.

“I thought that you would like the surprise.  I thought it might add some colour to the otherwise bland and grey life you’ve made for yourself.”

“Just because I don’t travel the world with some sugar-daddy twice my age –“

“En Dwi is not my sugar-daddy –“

“- Doesn’t mean I don’t have a good life.  Besides, you don’t wear anything that isn’t black, how would you add any colour to my life?”

Bruce felt out of place, hovering behind the brothers at the door.  He thought about leaving, but he wouldn’t want to go without saying goodbye to Thor, after all the time they had spent together, and with the two of them bickering, it was difficult to get a word in edgeways.

“Who are you, anyway?” Bruce snapped back to his thoughts as Loki directed a question his way.  

“I’m Bruce Banner, I’m, er, Thor’s coll –“

“Bruce is a wonderful professor at the university, do you remember the research I was telling you about, a few years ago, about positron collisions?”  Loki raised an eyebrow in response.  “He was the lead scientist on that paper.”  Thor clasped Bruce’s shoulder fondly.  “And now we’re friends.”  His eyes scored deep into Bruce’s willing him to know that he hoped that they were more than that.  “But don’t change the subject.  Why are you here early?”

“En Dwi wanted me to come ahead of him to find a hotel that he’d like.  I had thought that you’d be pleased to see me –“

“- I would have been if I hadn’t have had to receive the news that you were here from the police.”

“I’m here now, early and eager to spend some time with my older brother.  Why not be civil and show me some curtesy?”  Thor looked ready to argue back but then Loki continued. “You are entertaining guests, after all.”  He shot a pointed look at Bruce.

“Fine,” Thor conceded through gritted teeth as he finished unlocking his door.  “Would either of you like a drink?”  His voice was halfway towards friendly.

“Spearmint and Fennel tea, make sure you wait until the water is at eighty degrees before you pour it in,” Loki ordered.  Thor huffed at the unnecessary level of detail.

“Bruce?  Could I get you anything?”

“Coffee, if that’s okay.”

“Decaf black, no sugar,” Thor noted, remembering Bruce’s preferences.  Bruce nodded, chuffed that he had remembered.

Thor motioned for Loki to head to the living room, while he stayed back for little while to talk to Bruce.

“I apologize for my brother, and for myself ignoring you,” he said with earnest.

“I don’t mind.”  Bruce tried to put Thor’s mind at ease.  “It’s better that it was just your brother and not someone trying to steal from your house.  And if he hadn’t come, we wouldn’t have had that walk in the rain.”  Thor smiled at that, the water still spilling down his brow.

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll go get us all some towels.”

He walked into the kitchen, and Bruce heard the kettle a moment later.  Bruce walked into the living room, a little dubious of Loki, who was eying him slyly from the sofa.

“So, you work at the university,” Loki interrogated.

“Yeah.”  Bruce sat down awkwardly on the edge of an armchair. “Mainly in the physics department, with Thor.”

“But you don’t just work with him do you?”  Loki’s eyes narrowed.  “What exactly are your intentions with my brother?”

Bruce’s mind whirred. Until an hour prior, his interactions with Thor had been a little distant, but now he wasn’t sure how to describe what was going on between them, much less how to explain that to a disapproving sibling.

“Eh, I don’t know if that’s for me to answer,” was all Bruce could manage.

“I’ll get Thor’s side of it later, but it’s more than obvious that you both are sickeningly infatuated with one another.”  It is?  

“I… I like him.” Bruce didn’t know what to say, whether to deny his feelings to Loki, or tell the truth.  He didn’t know whether he could give reassurance that he would treat Thor well: he’d certainly try, but he didn’t have enough confidence in his abilities to say that he’d be a good partner to Thor given that he’d managed to screw up so many of his other relationships.  “I care about him a lot.”

Loki looked at him intently, sussing him out.

“What is it that you like about him?”  

“He’s kind,” Bruce wrung his hands, feeling awkward.  “And smart. We get along well.”

“That’s it?  I would have hoped that Thor would have chosen someone a little more keen on him.”  Bruce felt his blood heat at that.  He was enthusiastic about Thor, he couldn’t get him off his mind.

“He’s funny, and caring, I’m comfortable around him, he’s enthusiastic.  He’s –“ There were too many words he could use to describe Thor, but Bruce was starting to get embarrassed.  “He’s wonderful.”

Loki gave a hint of a smile.

“Good.  Don’t tell him that – it would go do his head and lord knows he doesn’t need that – but I’m glad someone like him for more than just being good-looking.”  Bruce tried to keep his expression unfazed; he certainly did like Thor’s body, but it wasn’t the only thing about him.  “You don’t seem to be the worst person my brother has ever dragged home, but if it turns out that I have misjudged you, I will ensure you don’t live to hurt him again.”  Bruce had a strong feeling that the threat was genuine.

Before Loki could detail the ways in which he would make Bruce pay, Thor interrupted with their drinks.

“Loki, if I find that you have been threatening Bruce…”

“No threats, brother, just promises.”

They continued conversation, a little lighter than before, as they drank their tea and coffee.  Loki was to stay with Thor for a week before his partner arrived.  Bruce was fairly sure that Loki’s partner was called En Dwi, but he was a bit confused by the two of them occasionally referring to him as ‘the Grandmaster’.  From what he could gather, Loki’s partner was very rich and had the eccentricity to match.

Halfway through his coffee, Bruce checked the time and realised it was only a short time before he had to go to a union meeting.  He’d forgotten entirely that he had things to do today that weren’t Thor-related.

“I’m sorry, Thor, I’ve gotta head off, I’ve got a meeting in half an hour,” Bruce told them, interrupting an in-depth discussion on the many hairstyles Thor had had over the course of his life.

Thor jumped up off of the sofa to see Bruce out.

“I’m glad we’ve been introduced,” said Loki.  “Don’t forget our conversation in a hurry, it was quite enlightening.”  That’s not a suggestion, that’s a threat, Bruce understood.

In the hallway, Thor held Bruce back just as he was about to leave.

“Bruce.”  Thor looked concerned.  “Thank you, for today.  For talking to me honestly.”  Thor held Bruce’s hands in his.  “Keeping me company.”  

“I’m glad I did, Thor. Spending time with you is…”  He trailed off, not knowing the words, but judging by his smile, Thor took his meaning.  

“Did you mean those things you said to Loki?  About me being kind and smart?”

“You heard that?” Bruce was a little embarrassed, but he nodded.  “I meant it.”

“Talking about me being funny and caring and passionate and wonderful?”  Thor’s grin was getting smugger by the second.  “Yes, I heard you.  I also heard Loki threaten you, don’t worry about him, he’s –“

“- he’s not serious, I know,” Bruce finished.

“Actually, I was going to say that he’s not usually in the country, so you won’t have to worry about it. Otherwise, I’m not certain, but he may be serious.”

“It’s good that your family looks out for you like that.”  

Thor laughed.

“That’s one way of looking at it.”  He moved his hands to brush Bruce’s wrists, moving up his arms as he spoke.  “I think after all that, I owe you a compliment or two.”  Bruce opened his mouth to object, but Thor continued before he had the chance “You are clever beyond words and have made me feel more welcome than I could have dreamed.  You put me at ease, make me smile.”  Thor drew close as his hands reached Bruce’s clavicles, his voice lowering.  “You are dashing and handsome.”  Bruce would have laughed if he hadn’t been so distracted by Thor’s lips so close to his own.

“I am?” Bruce spoke quietly, his proximity to Thor making him forget to be self-deprecating.  

Thor leant down, closing the gap between them, pressing his lips to Bruce’s. It was everything Bruce had been wishing for the past weeks, the pressure of Thor’s lips, the scratch of his beard, the scent and taste of him so close.  

The kiss had started softly but as Bruce raised himself up on his tip-toes to get closer, Thor deepened it, carding his fingers through Bruce’s hair and pushing him against the door.  Thor couldn’t help but hum in pleasure.  How can anyone feel so good?  Bruce wondered, committing to memory every press of Thor’s muscles, every stroke of his tongue.

Pulling back, Thor spent a moment breathing, catching his breath, still only an inch from Bruce’s lips.

“Thor,” Bruce breathed, dazed.  His back was still flush against the door.  “Thanks.  I’ve been wanting that since the last time we…” He trailed off.  Since the last time I kissed you and then ran off. “Thanks.”

Thor smiled his response.

“My pleasure.  I’m only sorry you couldn’t stay longer.” There was a yearning look in his eyes. “Although perhaps, with my brother around, it is for the best.”

Bruce nodded, stepping away from the door so he would be able to open it.  

“If you have any free time this week, though, I’d like to see you.”

A smug grin grew on Thor’s face.

“I wouldn’t dare waste that opportunity.”

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Who’s Crushing on the New Manager? [7]

Monsta X

Im Changkyun (I.M)/Reader [F]

Words: 3.5k

Genre: Fluff

Others: Intro / Shownu / Wonho / Minhyuk / Kihyun / Hyungwon / Jooheon / IM

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“I’m Y/N, I’ll be in your care.” 

Her voice was just as soft and warm as her smile.  It didn’t take much, but those few seconds.  He already knew that that soft fluttering in his stomach was none other than a small crush, ready to blossom into so much more.

Changkyun quietly cleared his throat as he cupped his fist over his mouth, eyes widening a fraction before looking away from you before his cheeks warmed a bit too much.  He listened to you talking to the official next to you as he introduced him to you.

“The Maknae here is pretty shy when it comes to cute girls, don’t misunderstand him,” Changkyun heard the official tell you with a slightly chuckle in his voice.  Changkyun looked at him quickly, glaring a bit.

“I am not shy.” You chuckled at his hissing reply as the official just waved him off and with a few more words to you, left you two alone.  You bowed towards him before turning towards the youngest member of the team in which you’re now in charge of.  You only kept eye contact with him for a brief moment before he slightly shifted it to look at your chin instead, proving the fact that he was indeed shy.

“Well,” you started, “you may be a shy one, but I’m not the prettiest, so you’ll grow out of that real quick.”  Changkyun looked up to your eyes for a moment once again, ready to deny what you said, as you were probably the most beautiful person he’s had the pleasure of laying his eyes on, but once again was shied away.  

“So, the guys?” He questioned as he motioned behind him, turning slightly to signal that he was ready to take you back to them.  You nodded as he started off, you trailing after him.  Changkyun kept running through different ways he could try and start a conversation, but every one was deemed unacceptable by him, and by the time he realized it, they stood in front of the studio doors.

He grabbed the knob, turned it and opened it without hesitation, and let out a laugh as he looked at the chaos going on inside, but with his laughter there was a bit of cringe worthy emotion that made him want to just shut the door like he never opened it.

Minhyuk was running around, chasing Jooheon for God knows why.  Hyungwon was sitting on the couch, seemingly normal, until you notice the lump that is under his rear was most definitely not the couch, but Wonho’s back.  The younger boy pushing the older into the cushions. Shownu himself looking glum as he rested his head on the table; seemingly done with his team of children he had no control over at the moment.  And Kihyun had emerged dramatically with his iPad in his hand, belting a note that was stable, but coming from him, was rusty in sound.  

Changkyun had half a mind to run in and join the chaotic mess that is his Hyungs, but didn’t, or rather, was stopped before anything could even begin to happen.  He heard a clearing of a throat before he was jumping away from you and covering his ears in a sudden rush of fear from the noise you just produced into the room.  

You took a breath and, with all your might, pushed your voice out to scream at the highest octave your throat could take.  It was almost effortless to create a scream that sounded like it just came out of a horror movie, being a female with a higher voice range did wonders sometimes.  Once you let your scream rip and spread into the room, the chaos turned to panic.

Jooheon, who was originally running from Minhyuk, screamed at your scream as he then ran towards the chaser and clung to him.  Minhyuk frantically looked around until he saw the girl at the door with Changkyun.  Wonho basically threw Hyungwon off his back as Hyungwon jumped and fell unceremoniously to the floor before scrambling to get up.  Kihyun threw his iPad on the, now unoccupied, couch as his body jolted and covered his ears.  All while Shownu just jumped in his chair, and looked up, seeing you screaming.  

Once you cut your voice off, there was silence.  All eyes were on you and Changkyun, who stood next to you still, uncovered his ears and just looked at you.  Your face proud, happy and smiling.  You looked at all their faces, from the floor, to the duos hugging, to the man in the chair, all wearing the same expression.  You looked at Changkyun, to see the same face as the others: pure terror mixed with an overall emotion that just screamed “why?”.  

“What?” You spoke to Changkyun. He just gave you this look asking why the hell you decided to do that.  “I needed to get your attention.”  

“A different solution didn’t present itself to you for the few seconds you were standing in the doorway?”  

“You know, that’s the most you’ve spoken to me since you picked me up.”  

“That, most certainly, is not the point right now.”  

The members watched the two of you went back and forth before Jooheon, who still held onto Minhyuk, piped up.

“Um, so uh-”  you looked at him as you smiled, like you didn’t just verbal attack everyone’s senses and second nature on what to do when they’re faced with sudden danger.  

“Oh, I’m Y/N.  I’ll be your new manager starting today.”  

“She also happens to be a banshee apparently,” Changkyun piped up, earning a small swat from you, which he bent out of the way from.  

“Just because you’re talking to me now doesn't mean you can be smart.  I’m still older than you.”  After the small spat, the members all took their time to introduce themselves, as well as make you promise not to scream like that unless you’re being mugged in an alleyway and need help, because they didn’t want to go through that sudden panic again.  After promising with amusement not to do it again, things fell into place. You’re dramatic scream seemed to be a pretty useful icebreaker.

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It had been 8 months since you started working with the boys. It was currently a busy afternoon for you, sitting in the passenger side of the van the boys take, scribbling away on your notebook on what do add and remove from their online schedule that was on your laptop you had stupidly forgotten back at your apartment. Your headphones were on your head, but turned up just enough that if someone needed you, you could hear mumbles and take them off to properly hear them.  You were taping your pen on your paper as you grabbed your phone to check the time when you heard a faint knocking to your right.

Sure enough, Changkyun was stood outside the locked van door, knocking on the window.  He waved to you slightly as you pulled your headphone down around to rest on your neck, and rolled the window down.  

“Yes?”

“Coffee time, my girl.”  You didn’t know how, but the shy boy who turned into a joking Maknae when you first met turned into practically your best friend.  The remnants of the shy boy who wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you was completely washed out by the natural, witty and clever Changkyun.

“Is it already noon?”

“Yes, now get out of the vaaan.”  He whined as he stomped around by the door, making you scoff and roll your eyes.  You checked the time, and watched as the 11:59 turned to 12.  You shut your book, stuffing it in your bag as you unlocked the door and stepped out, slinging said bag on your back now.

Changkyun and you had a ‘tradition’, as he called it.  After the first few months of you being with them, he had ran into you on his day off at a small little hole-in-the-wall cafe not many people know about on the second floor of a corner buildling.  He decided to crash your party and the two of you sat talking for at least 3 hours, losing track of time.  So, after you both enjoyed it, you did it again and again and soon Changkyun was meeting you, or taking you, to the cafe at least 2 times a week.  

“It’s tradition now, every Tuesday and Thursday are cafe days,” you still remembered when you tried to tell him you were busy on a Tuesday and so you ended up going with him after he marched to your apartment and drug you out.  It was nice to get out and enjoy some coffee or a tea or even a pastry if you were feeling like treating yourself, even if you were busy.  

As you two walked, you talked about different, random topics.  To stupid politics, to opinions on how mosquitoes are misunderstood insects, to even how toes are just different colored dwarf potatoes stuck on human feet.

When the two of you arrived, you went to grab the table you two always sat at, the one in the corner with a giant fake plant and a window.  He already knew what you wanted, and insisted on paying this time, so you decided to let him.  As you sat and waited, Changkyun watched you, smiling as you pulled your notebook out again.  

The familiar woman at the desk only smiled at him as he approached the counter.

“Same as usual?”

“Of course.”  He smiled to her as she punched in what they always got, and asked for his money, which he handed over.  He moved for the next person and stood away to wait.  He wished you knew how much these days meant to him.  

These hour, or so days where you just sit with him at a table and drink coffee while you rant, or he rants, or even if there’s just silence, is something he didn’t know what he’d do without anymore. They were relaxing, heart warming, and tension relieving.  It wasn’t really a secret that he liked you, but he wanted little to no one finding out because then he’d never hear the end of it.

Then again, if someone were to ask him about it, he wouldn’t deny it.  That’s how Jooheon found out anyways.  He was playfully teasing him on day as he stopped by his studio and saw him stop working to text someone every so often. 

“What, you texting Y/N?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Jeez, you don’t hesitate to reply to her, but you keep us on read for like hours.  I’m starting to think you like her.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“.... Wait, seriously?”

“Oh shit,” and from there, it was an hour long interrogation and multiple promises from him not to blab his mouth out to everyone about it.  He made him pinky promise as well as swear on different things he loved that he wouldn’t tell anyone, because all he wanted was a simple life; one where he wasn’t getting teased or poked fun at because he’s got a crush on his manager.

As he took your drinks and walked to the table, he watched as you scribbled yet something else down, replacing it with a different set of words.  He silently considered these small outings as dates, even if they weren’t, it was a nice thing to imagine at least.

“It seemed like a coffee over tea day,” he told you as he set your coffee in front of you.  “And this can go away for a while too,” he shut your notebook and slid it towards himself as he sat down, putting it in the chair next to him and finally plucking your pen from your hand. You thanked him and the two of you began your usual chatter.

The hour passed by, once again, too quickly for either of you as you two stood, him giving you back your book to stuff away and toss your empty cups before you left.  On the way back, he watched as you went to head back to the van to grab a few things before following him to set, so he followed.  

While you dug around in the van Changkyun leaned on the door, keeping it open. Getting what you needed, the two of you were off to set.  The day went as it would from there, working, shooting, make up, props until the boys finished, stripped from the stylist clothes and into their own before piling into the van.  

They all said goodbyes and goodnights to you, as you had your own way back to your home. Jooheon had picked you up, swinging you around as he said goodbye, earning a slight shove from Changkyun as he set you down and piled into the van.  

“No need to shove.” You chuckled at him as he hugged you last.  

“He thinks he can outshine my world class hugs.”  

“Trust me, you’re hugs are the best.  Well, maybe Hyunwoo’s are pretty close, buutt, you know”

“I’m the best and you so know it.  Don’t lie to yourself like that.”  You laughed at him as he hugged you one more time and piled in last.  With a final wave to them, you shut the van door and watched them drive off as you adjusted your bag and walked to the nearest bus stop to your apartment.

The next day was a day off for you and the guys, but after talking with Hyunwoo to make sure they were resting, you found out that Changkyun had moved to his studio for a while to work on some songs.  You figured he would, this was typical of him.  Always wanting to work on music, even when he should be resting.  

You got dressed, and headed over to his studio, but not before picking up something for him to at least snack on while he worked.  He had a tunnel vision while he worked, forgetting to eat and even pushing off going to the bathroom as long as possible.  He once called you to get your opinion on something and he ended up telling you he had to pee so bad it was starting to hurt.

When you got there, jacket on and plastic bag in hand, you punched in the code to get inside and shut the door behind you.  He had his headphones on, as you just walked up to him and set the bag next to him on the desk, making him jump a bit.  He turned in his swiveled chaired and let out a breath at seeing you and not some maniac. He pulled his headphones down as you smiled to him.

“Hyunwoo said you were working, so have some snacks.”  He took the bag and poked around it in, pleased with the selection you presented to him.

“What a goddess.”

“Yes, I am.  Thank you for noticing.” You peeled off your jacket in the warm room and sat on the small cushioned chair he had over against the wall, even slipping off your shoes.  Even if he was busy, you know that he’d enjoy just knowing he had company.  “What you working on?”

He cleared his throat, almost coughing as he just sniffed to make it seem his throat hurt and turned to the computer, “it’s... a secret.”

“Secrets are forbidden in this friendship Kyun.”  

“Well, deal with it.” You just rolled your eyes as you pulled out your phone and he slipped his headphones back on.  You wished he had a crappy pair that let you hear the sounds even if they were on, but to no avail.  

It was only 20 minutes into your visit when you heard him move his headphones down again and turn to look at you, lounged on the chair.  Legs over one of the arm rests, sitting sideways and your back resting on the other.  

“I’ll be back, gotta pee.”  You scoffed as you thanked him for the tidbit of information and he left.  You hopped up quickly as you plopped into his chair and put his headphones on.  He opened the window he had minimized and began to listen to it.  Whatever he was hiding you’d listen to and you were already ready to be met with some sick beats, but no.  That wasn’t what you were listening to at all.  

You were surprised to hear him talking into the mic, maybe trying out lyrics for a rap?  But, they didn’t seem like something he’d rap to.  You knew he sang for fun sometimes, but they just didn’t seem like lyrics.  It was like something he did just to talk.  He was literally talking to himself, and you figured you should stop as it would be an invasion of privacy, but then you heard your name.  

Your curiosity got the best of you so you sat straighter in the chair and pushed the cups of the headphones closer to your ear as you listened.  As you listened, he was pouring out all of his feelings, almost like he was confessing.  But, that’s exactly what it was.  It was him confessing that he liked you, almost too much as he put it.  He loved your coffee ‘dates’ every Tuesday and Thursday and they always cheered him up and gave him something to look forward too when things sucked.  

He explained about how he thought the way you scrunch your nose when Minhyuk would come to you with a lame joke, or how you would swat at Kihyun when he picked on Jooheon, making you protect the younger boy from the older what too cute for words sometimes.  He also said that he didn’t like that he was jealous over the others at times because they got more time with you, or they got to hug you more than him or whatever the reason may be.  He knew he shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t help it.  

He was pouring his heart out all to vent into this one voice recording on his computer and by the time it cut off, you heard the door click open as you pulled the headphones off and turned in the chair to see him, now just gawking at you in his chair and his headphones around your neck.  His eyes flashed up to the open voice recording window as he seemed horror-struck.

“You didn’t… did you?”

“Um, yes?”

“You just can't keep your nose out of my computer, can you?” He didn’t say it in a mean, angry tone like you were expecting.  Instead he seemed to joke with it, as he shut the door behind him and crossed his arms. He seemed so calm and cool headed about it.  You, on the other hand, were floundering on what to do, or what to say.  You just sputtered out what may have been words, or just random noises as you pointed to the computer, then to him and then to yourself as he just walked towards you.

He grabbed the back of the chair, turning you to face him as he leaned down towards you, his hands on both of the arm rests, practically trapping you in the chair unless you slid down the leather seat of it like a liquid. Which maybe you would’ve done if you weren’t froze in place.

“Well,” he tilted his head a bit with a smile, “now that you know, how about we go on a real date then?”  You started sputtered again, as he just rolled his eyes. “It’s a simple yes or no sweetheart.”  You kicked at his shin, making him wince as you then flicked at his forehead.  He groaned at his sore shin and now tingling forehead. “What was all the for?”

“That was for making me sound like I can’t speak like an average human.”  You just pulled your knees into his chair as you started swiveling back and forth, trying to hide your practically glowing face.

“Soo, is that a yes?”  You thought about it and smiled as you nodded.

“Yeah, let’s go on a date.”  He jumped up, ecstatic.

“Really?!”  You smirked as you pushed the headphones on again.  

“Just lemme listen one more ti-” you were interrupted as the mouse was ripped from your hand and Changkyun quickly put the computer to sleep, knowing you didn’t know his password to get into it.  

“Absolutely not.  Do you know how embarrassing that was to make?”

“Awwn, how cute is that!”  

“Just go on a date with me woman!”  He left his work behind that afternoon, locking up and spent the rest of the day with you.  When he came home to the dorms that night, he ran to Jooheon’s room, jumping onto his form that laid on the bed with his phone in his hand before he rambled off.  

“Hyung, I got a girlfriend!” Jooheon gasped.

“Y/N?!”

“Hell yeah!” The two rappers celebrated his new relationship as the rest of the member’s gathered to know the news, and the next morning, when you woke up, you had spams from the group chat you were in with the guys, as well as individual texts ranging from ‘congrats’ to ‘hurt him and you die’.  You laughed as you finally read the good morning text filled with sickening sweet words all from your perfect, new, rapper boyfriend.

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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Eddie waits till the end of the day to strike.

It's after four, and almost everyone has left for the day with the exception of the teachers and the janitor --who has already given Eddie the stink eye for remaining after hours for 'no reason'.

But Eddie does have a reason, a pretty decent one too.

He's waiting for King-Steve to get out of detention.

Turns out it didn't take until lunch for the whole school to hear about Harrington and Wheeler. In fact, the way Eddie heard, Steve had been ambushed not two minutes after his conversation with Nancy by Hagan and Hargrove.

Now here was where the story differed depending on who you heard it from.

Tammy Thompson told her lunch table that Steve freaked out when Hargrove started talking shit about Nancy.

Mark Holmes told Jim Cutter that Hagan got punched in the face and Hargrove was simply defending his friend from Steve.

Sarah March told Jeff in their homeroom that Steve wound up with a black eye after gym class that morning and was almost suspended for the week.

Eddie knows there must be a thread of truth linking all of these stories together. And at this point, he'd much rather hear it straight from the source.

Plus with a black eye Harrington would be needing those glasses back.

Eddie snaps the gum in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he leans against locker 109, certain that Steve will have to stop by before he leaves.

"Munson?"

Speak of the devil.

Eddie tilts slightly in the direction of the voice and blows out a low whistle at the sight of the shiner on Steve's face.

It's already a deep purple, though it isn't as swollen as Eddie would have thought. It matches the colour of the bags under Steve's good eye and is accentuated by how strangely pale he looks today. Steve's lip is also split down the middle, blood staining his polo collar.

Huh, so it didn't happen in gym.

"Looks like someone had an interesting day," Eddie smiles as he crosses one leg over the other and taps the tip of his chuck on the linoleum, Steve winces at the harsh squeak it makes.

"Look Munson, whatever you want, just get it over with," Steve manages to say through gritted teeth, his hands have clenched into loose fists but the same tremor from the night before has returned in full force.

Eddie pushes himself off of Steve's locker and watches as the other man tenses. Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches behind himself, grabbing the shades from where they are hanging off his back pocket. Steve's gaze follows Eddie's movements and barely halts a flinch as the sunglasses are tossed into his chest.

Steve only seems to catch them with his latent jock ability but still nearly drops them in surprise.

"You left these in my van last night," Eddie shrugs at the way Steve's head tilts slightly, he looks from the glasses in his hand to Eddie and back again with a frown.

"Oh," he breathes out, and the tension drops from Steve's frame like the strings holding him up are all at once severed.

"First a taxi service, now a courier," Eddie smirks, dropping his left hand to his hip, "how ever will you make it up to me Harrington?"

Steve grimaces, rubbing a hand down his face, he winces as it brushes the deepening bruise under his eye, "I'm sure you're about to tell me".

Eddie grins, pretending to consider his options as he lifts a ringed hand to his chin to hold it thoughtfully for a beat while Steve stands before him, looking more and more frustrated with every passing second.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie says with a sly smile as he steps closer, nearly into Steve's space, and leans in.

"Maybe you'll owe me one," Eddie winks as he says it before dropping his voice into a wheezing Italian affectation, "perhaps one day soon I'll call upon you for a favor--"

"What?" Steve sputters out in a strangled laugh, leaning away from Eddie's sudden proximity.

From this angle Eddie can see the slightest flush creeping down Steve's neck.

"The Godfather? You know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at the blank expression on Steve's face, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse?"

Steve's brow pinches in confusion as he shakes his head.

"I mean," Eddie huffs, moving out of Steve's space again, "you'd probably like it, you have plenty of practice rejecting offers don't ya big boy?"

It takes a second for the words to register for both of them.

Steve's eyebrows cut creases across his forehead as they rise into his hair and Eddie immediately wants to fling himself off the gymnasium roof.

Of all the stupid, stupid things--

"Is this about the weed?" Steve asks slowly with a frown wrinkling his nose, it would be cute if Eddie wasn't beside himself with relief.

Focus.

"Yup," Eddie manages to say with a straight face despite the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat and leans backwards to drape himself against the lockers again, miscalculating how far he's moved away from them after Steve showed up.

Eddie loses his footing and slams into the metal with a loud bang, sliding down onto the floor in a leather clad heap.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hears from above him, opening his eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones staring into his own.

"Did you hit your head?"

Eddie ignores the question and the heat that rises in his face and ears. He wants nothing more at this moment than to tell Steve to fuck off, to leave him to crawl into a hole now and finally live the rest of his days as a Hobbit.

But King-Steve is persistent.

"Come on Munson, we should go before someone comes to see what happened, I'm not getting another detention for you," Steve huffs as he holds a hand out in front of Eddie.

Eddie looks from the outstretched hand in front of him, to Steve's face. His stupid, earnest, beautiful face, and takes his hand, grunting as he rises back to his feet.

A door opens down the hall, near the admin office and both men freeze as a pair of heels begin to click and clack their way down the hall.

"Shit," Eddie hisses at the same time Steve barks out a frantic, "Go, go, go!"

They scramble to get away from the lockers and make a beeline for the side exit, a mixture of laughter and curses echoing after them.

Eddie doesn't stop running until he reaches the driver's side door of his van.

He pants out a wild laugh and shakes his head as Steve bends at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. When Steve rights himself, there's a flush of exertion and a bright smile that is only slightly marred by the black eye and split lip.

"You're a trip Harrington," Eddie breathes out before clutching his throat, "I think I swallowed my gum back there".

Steve laughs loud and bright and Eddie can't help but watch the way his head tips back, exposing the long column of his neck. He looks up again, his eyes seem to search Eddie's face briefly before he shakes his head with an expression Eddie's never seen before.

"Yeah well," Steve huffs, his good eye crinkles at the corner from his smile, "you're not what I thought you'd be like either Munson".

And Eddie just doesn't know what to do with that.

Instead, he clears his throat and kicks at a piece of gravel that careens across the empty student parking lot.

"Where's your noble steed?" Eddie asks, his head on swivel. Harrington's car was fairly iconic around here, no way it would have been missed among the sea of beat up Ford's and Gremlins.

Steve tilts his head and frowns slightly, "I left it at Tina's remember?"

And yeah, shit, that makes sense, he must have caught the bus that morning and completely missed it with detention.

"...do you need a ride?"

"Okay".

Part four up!

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