#and then he gets there and its. its fucking eddie

[sibylsleaves]

rewatched 7x05 in its entirety and the entire conversation buck has with maddie is SO funny from maddie's perspective. like.

The FIRST thing he says. NO OTHER CONTEXT. is that he lied to eddie and it's eating him up inside.

Maddie is sitting there thinking like oh boy. lied to eddie??? Ok. what's all this then.

Buck explains about being on a date, running into Eddie and Marisol etc etc etc and after Maddie rules out buck doing something TRULY wild like dating a celebrity or a married woman she's run out of possible options as to like. WHY did Buck lie to Eddie? So ofc she asks him, why did you did that.

Buck is like I don't know.

NOW IF IM MADDIE. sitting here wondering why my baby brother just lied to his bestie about being on a date for no apparent reason. like. She's GOT to be wondering, right??? She's gotta be like. Something has CHANGED between Buck and Eddie and Buck now, out of nowhere, seems to NOT want to tell Eddie he's dating someone. WHATS all this then.

Finally she gets the crucial piece of information that oh yeah, i was on a date with a guy, no big deal maddie NOT THE POINT. obviously i check out hot guys' asses CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS

now things are making sense again. Maddie's like, yeah actually, kind of the point. You felt weird about telling Eddie you were on a date with a guy when no one, not even you, even knew you were interested in guys before. that totally tracks, very reasonable actually.

except then. THEN. Buck reveals the second crucial piece of information. that the guy Buck was on a date with. was Tommy. as in BBPU double-u backslash TOMMY. TOMMY FROM THE CALENDAR TOMMY!!!!!! WHOM. LAST MADDIE CHECKED. IS BUCK'S SOLE RIVAL IN THE BATTLE FOR EDDIE'S ATTENTION THAT HE MADE UP IN HIS HEAD.

at this point, in maddie's head she's gotta be like. ah. my little brother has entered into some kind of insane gay psychodrama of triangulated desire the likes of which patricia highsmith could only dream of. and she's just like well. it seems that your problem might be that you were on a date with a man whom not one week ago you were competing with for your best friend's attention, and now you are lying to said best friend about it and THAT PART is what made you spiral so hard you showed up at my door like a guilty puppy. and frankly. as a woman who is happily nearly-married to the love of my life whom i have a three-year-old with i am not qualified to tell you what the FUCK it is you think you are doing here. so. you should tell eddie your feelings, which you still don't understand, at some point i guess! godspeed little brother

#sibyl speaks #and then one week later buck and his best friend show up to her wedding looking like shit and telling her they LOST HEr HUSbAND #god grant this woman the patience to not throttle her insane bisexual brother

[paperbackribs]

tags: steddie, pre-canon, season S2-ish, tommy hagan will always have a crush on Steve Harrington

🩵💥🩵

“Someday, you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it,” Steve hears the echo of his words in the Hawkins High boys’ bathroom. Spinning off the tiles, pinging against its corners and stabbing at Tommy who stands gasping at his best friend.

But Steve doesn’t care. This has been a long time coming.

Tommy is a prick and Steve thought there wasn’t anything wrong with going with the flow, ignoring the snide comments, looking away from the rumours that Carol would spread, as long as his friends remained by his side.

But Billy Hargrove had infected Hawkins High. Steve stopped swallowing the cool aid. And Tommy is fuming; red in the face and ready to take it out on any unfortunate soul that crosses his path.

Enter Steve.

Or, really, enter Eddie Munson.

Steve wasn’t sure if Tommy followed Eddie into the empty toilets or coincidentally came across him or whatever could be going on in the mixed up mind of his former best friend. But watching Tommy square off his stocky, muscular body against the other boy, boxed into the corner and wide, brown eyes only visible over Tommy’s shoulder, Steve swears that he’ll no longer look away from Tommy’s indiscretions.

So, he says it again, nodding to the leather clad boy in the corner, “Eddie’s going to take a swing at you and not only will I not defend you, I might even fucking taking a swing too.”

Tommy gapes, “What the fuck, Steve? I know we’ve been having troubles, but you’d take the freak’s side over mine?”

Eddie’s face twists in the background. Steve can see the anger warping his eyes and he doesn’t blame him, almost wishes that Eddie would take a swing and then Steve could just stand back and let it happen.

He sighs: he’s allowed a lot of things to just happen so far and it’s not to his credit.

Weirdly, Steve's resigned gaze meets Eddie’s incredulous look and, just for a moment, Steve feels like he’s met someone who gets it. Someone who sees the ridiculous, short-sighted nature of the petty bullying in the hallways of their high school and knows how stupid and utterly pathetic it is.

Steve swears that the corner of Eddie’s lips kick up at the irony of their shared understanding but is distracted as Tommy strides forward, knocking against his shoulder hard enough to send Steve spinning against the wood of a stall. He steadies himself as Tommy slams the bathroom door shut behind him with a clamorous bang and shakes his head: how could he have had such loyalty for a guy who won’t even stop to talk out their stupid shit together?

Steve thought he’d at least earned Tommy’s patience, a moment of Tommy’s time so they could talk this out and find a way forward again. He stares after his former friend, a hollow, gaping hole in his stomach as he grieves the friendship he thought they’d shared.

Eddie approaches with a gentle hand, laying it on Steve’s shoulder, “Are you all right, man?”

Steve swallows around the thickness in his chest and belatedly realises that his cheeks are wet. He clears his throat and, through a tight smile, says, “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Are you okay?”

The deep richness of those brown eyes regard him for a long moment and Steve feels stripped bare. He thought he was the guy rescuing Eddie, but he suddenly feels like the one vulnerable and exposed to the other boy.

Eddie smiles softly, “Yeah, got saved, right? How could I be anything but peachy keen?”

Steve snorts despite himself, amused by Eddie’s tongue-in-cheek tone, “Like a summertime in Georgia.” He can’t help but flash to Tommy’s retreating back and hates that his tone is already bitter, “Except I’m the stupid fucking tree alone in the grove.”

His head twitching slightly to the side, as if he were weighing Steve’s words, Eddie lightly responds, “Well, maybe it’s time to try another field. Wanna hang out sometime?”

Steve blinks, bewildered at the offer. The suggestion given so freely and without conditions seems anathema to his experience of friendship, and especially friendship in the complex halls of high school. He eyes the other boy suspiciously, but Eddie’s eyes remain clear, his body loose and almost curled towards Steve as if he were the north to his compass.

What could it hurt? Steve thinks.

Looking at what he can only describe as kindness in Eddie’s eyes, Steve thinks that a lot of things could hurt. Could burn or scald or stab, but the sweet, clear acceptance in Eddie Munson’s eyes has him thinking of a world where Steve can offer his loyalty and receive it in kind. A place where he can be good and feel like he’s doing good and perhaps a lovely brown-eyed boy would wait and tell him he’d done the right thing.

Eddie sticks out his hand in a gesture of friendship that only bolsters the words he’d already extended to Steve. And nothing moves in the cold room of Hawkins boys’ bathroom, no wind or breeze, but as Steve reaches out to clasp Eddie Munson’s outstretched hand, he feels a seismic shift that he can’t explain.

Steve’s fingers fold around the warmth of Eddie’s palm and Eddie’s full lips stretch into a smile, welcoming and true. A gesture that Steve can’t be sure of, can’t let himself fully trust; yet, nonetheless, Steve finds himself hopelessly following after Eddie’s extension of friendship.

And it'll eventually allow Steve to follow him to the confusing halls of the Hellfire Club.

To the strangely welcome space of Eddie's uncle’s trailer.

And Steve follows.

Because he is helpless but to follow this wide, brown-eyed boy who smirks at him with a knowing smile.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #paperbackribs writing

[canmargesimpson]

Spring Cleaning

I believe that Steve's mom was a bit of a control freak. I mean, she went on business trips with her own husband to make sure she wasn't cheating on him. so she clearly likes to have her own rules in her house. 

i mean she went on a trip with her husband to make sure he didn't do anything sus. So I feel like she would also be this clean freak, every spring, she would tell Steve to clean his entire bedroom and get rid of the things she didn't need. After a while, this became a bit of a habit for Steve, so, when spring arrived and the sun started shining once again, he would clean his entire room and re-organize everything.

Later, when he is about to move in with Eddie, he realizes his room is a complete disaster. So he went full on mom mode. He summoned the entire party, put on an apron that said “Mom’s kitchen!” and bought a bunch of cleaning products (most of them he knew for cleaning after a party). At first Eddie thought Steve was messing with him, but when he showed up with the kids and the offer for them to clean his room, he was left with no choice but to say yes. And so they got to work.

First they took off all of the posters, in which Eddie was very whiny about, saying that if they broke them or even wrinkle them, he was going to sue. Then went to the closet, in which Steve, Robin and Nancy took care of. Lucas took the records and boxes of music outside to organize them next to Max, who was just sunbathing. Will, Dustin and Erica took care of the books that were everywhere. Like… Everywhere. 

“Why would you leave a book in the oven?” Dustin exclaimed as he took the collection of Sunglasses After Dark books

“Cuz i had no place to leave them” he shrugged as he turned around and kept trying to keep calm at everyone touching his stuff

Mike and Eleven were in charge of collecting the plates, empty beer cans, and food which were laying around. Finally, Argyle and Jonathan were in charge of organizing what was for donations, trash, and to keep. BUT, Argyle was lucky enough to find some edibles and weed treats and they both ended up high as hell on the couch watching looney toons. They weren’t much help at the end of the day, but at least they didn’t stand in everyone’s way. After organizing the clothes from the category, they sat and tried to see which ones were appropriate to keep, which were clean, and which were… actually clothes.

“Oh I missed this shirt!” Eddie took it from robin and raised it to see the cover of a weird ass band album cover.

“Mama’s boy? Really?” steve raised a eyebrow at his boyfriend

“Hell yeah! in 1985, they opened for Joan Jett and The Blackhearts, it was a hell of a night. I got the cassette too! Hold on” he ran outside to find lucas and max laughing

“Red, Lucas, Mama’s Boy, Power and Passion” 

“Let me- god where did I leave the M…”

“Third box, right after Malice” Max said nonchalantly, leaving both boys astounded and she just smiles “just because im blind doesn't mean i can’t see anything” 

Lucas took the cassette and handed it to eddie who was quickly inside and went to the trailer and placed the cassette in the player and connected it with the speakers, and pressed play, and the music started ( lol this is the link of the album, since its not in spotify, it should tho, their music is great tho)

“Wait…” Robin called as everyone turned to her “Why do you have like… four of their shirts?”

“Well…” eddie bit his lip and looked away trying to come up with an excuse… but at this point, he had no option but to tell the truth “I MAY have… slept with the drummer, and i might have stolen them”

“You what now?” steve smiled a little confused

“It was like, 3 years ago Stevie, don’t worry, he probably doesn't remember.” he reassured

“You slept with a drummer from a famous band?”

“Well i have fucked more famoust people, Tommy McManus is a particle compered to what i have gone through” he shows off but when he turns to his boyfriend with an un amused face

“Who then?

Eddie started laughing nervously, looking around for help, but robin and nancy were trying not to laugh while Dustin and Erica were clearly enjoying this.

“Joey Tempest… from Europe…”

“You fucked a Eurpoean?”

“ i mean, he is from sweden, and his in the band called Europe, but yeah”

“Do they sing a song we may know?”

Eddie’s cheek turned bright red as Steve looked at him with such an intimidating stare, it was too pretty for Eddie to say no to.

“You know… It the final countdown, tanana, tananana, tanana, tanananananana aaa” eddie sang in a low voice, pretty embarrassed of the situation he’s in

“Oh my god” Steve rolled his eyes and groaned

“You slept with carol perkins while she was dating tommy!” 

“Don’t you dare play the carol card on me right now!”

After a long discussion over each other's sex lives, they got back to cleaning and organizing, till the sun was setting.  They all ended up on the couch, in front of the tv, discussing which movie to watch. Their options were Howard the Duck, Mary Poppins, and Lawrence of Arabia, in which they chose Mary poppins. Steve ordered a pizza for everyone, and when Wayne came back, he could help but to join the kids watching the childish movie. They eat everylast pizza piece, and they all fall asleep on the couch munched together, and it was too cute not to take a picture, so wayne grabbed Eddie’s polaroid, snapped them a picture, which ended up the first frame that was hanged in the Munson - Harrington flat.

#by: me #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #ronance #steddie fic

[sevensoulmates]

Okay hear me out. It's the way Chim actually did not have to be a part of the basketball scenes in 7x04. Chim represents a platonic person in Buck's life, someone who is not the object of Buck's affection therefore safe to ask to bring him to basketball. But...why not Eddie?

Eddie is supposedly Buck's best platonic friend. If he really only wanted to get Tommy's attention he could've gone up to Eddie and been like "hey can I come to basketball with you this Thursday?" And Eddie would've been confused true, but Buck could've made up an excuse and Eddie would've believed him. Then, during the actual basketball game instead of having Buck be all up on Eddie, have Eddie be in Chim's place being confused as to why Buck is all aggressively up on TOMMY. Then, as a medic, he could've taken Chim's place to take care of Tommy. Then at the end when Buck apologizes and realizes he's attracted to Tommy, it could've been akin to a boy "pulling a girls pigtails" going too far.

The fact that the episode PURPOSELY wants its audience to be confused as to whether Buck wants Tommy or Eddie is FUCKING MASSIVE. The fact that the implication is so blatantly and explicitly there that Eddie COULD be the object of Buck's affection, but oh also maybe it could be Tommy???? Or not?? Or maybe Eddie?? Or maybe it's Tommy?? Like they didn't NEED to imply ANYTHING about Eddie. It could've totally been framed solely around Tommy.

The fact that the show put the thought explicitly in the audiences head that the person Buck wants romantically COULD be Eddie...means it's already true on some level. It's massive foreshadowing, and a huge indicator of Eddie being Buck's endgame and a large part of why this episode already made them canon to me.

#911 abc #911 meta #buddie #buddie meta #911 analysis #speculation #7x04 buck bothered and bewildered

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Protection/Protective (Discord Drabble)

"Steve, I can – "

" – No, I got it!"

"Just let me – "

"No, I – Oh fuck!"

Steve lunges for the bedside drawer, hoping his uncoordinated, flailing gesture will stop the thing from falling to the floor, but it's too late. The drawer tips straight out of its rungs, the hardwood knocking Steve in the hand before it falls and spills the entire contents to the ground.

Spare keys, three-too-many cheery-flavoured chapsticks, baseball cards, a porno mag he had purchased back in Spring and finally, the goddamn condoms that are the cause of all the mess.

He whines and rests his head on Eddie's panting chest and his partner groans back and throws a lazy arm across his face.

This has all been a total disaster – the worst of all of Steve's sexual escapades. Even worse than the time Candy Simmons kicked him in the head and nearly knocked him unconscious when he was in the middle of going down on her on Tommy H's bed.

It didn't help that he and Eddie were already so nervous. So they had already wasted the afternoon fumbling around with neither of them all that sure about what the hell they were doing in the first place – plus they had his own constant back twinges and Eddie's hand-turned-full-arm cramp to contend with.

But after working through and accommodating all that, they were finally ready. Or so they thought before Steve found himself unable to get his big, stupid, sweaty paws on his box of condoms.

"Wait," he says, stretching an arm out to palm around on the floor, "I think I got it."

Steve sticks out his tongue for good measure, deep in concentration as his fingers skim over the spilled items. His eyes go wide and he grins down at Eddie as his hand hits the already-opened box.

"Found 'em," he beams, bolting upright as he holds up a condom wrapper in victory.

Eddie giggles and scrambles to sit up, all eager and giddy again as Steve moves to tear the thing open as quickly as possible.

Only it doesn't tear. The wrapper merely crinkles between his fingers, stretching and fraying.

"Fuck," he mutters through gritted teeth.

Steve swings his legs over the edge of the bed, abandoning his partner to plant his feet on the beige carpet to pick up another.

And the same goddamn thing happens.

He shakes the second wrapper in his hands, wringing it in frustration until Eddie scoots up behind him, snaking his hands around his middle.

And with Eddie's hardness pressing right up against his lower back well... Steve remembers just what they were doing here.

"Let me do it," Eddie offers sweetly, bringing his hands up to join Steve's own as he hooks his chin on his shoulder, "– Oof, that box is looking pretty full down there, Casanova."

"Shut up!" Steve laughs.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie curses in his ear, struggling with the wrapper with enough force he begins shaking their joined form.

He drops the condom on the ground and brings his hands up to Steve's front, smoothing over his bare chest as they both glare down at a new enemy.

Eddie sighs.

"Let's just get dressed and go to the gas station then."

Part 2

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

is it over now? (was it over then?)

part three

part four: say the one thing i've been wanting

Steve had been dreading actually talking about this with Robin. He hadn't wanted to put her in a position to feel like she had to come out or stop using him as a plus one to industry parties to fuel rumors. Even as he and Eddie pretty publicly dated Robin's agent and most tabloids still thought Robin and Steve were a couple some even going as far as insinuating Eddie was Steve's side piece or their third.

"Steve, you're kind of scaring me, what's going on?"

"Birdie, I'm only telling you this because I can't not anymore but I want you to know nothing is your fault and I literally don't need you to do anything. I just need to be able to talk to my best friend and in order to do that I kind of have to get through this uncomfortable part," Steve answered.

"Anything, Steve. Whatever you need," Robin said.

"Okay, so Eddie and I kind of broke up because Eddie assumed I was cheating on him with Nance when she came to visit earlier this year. He got really upset and kind of blocked me from any way of contacting him so there was no way to clear anything up after he left but he definitely assumed I was cheating on him and he wrote that fucking song and I just need to talk to you without leaving out this really huge massive reason why Eddie left and why I still feel like total shit," Steve rushed to cover the main points.

"Steve, hun," Nance comforted. She probably guessed something else was going on but had been understanding enough not to press Steve for more.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault," Robin started catastrophizing.

"Can you please stop saying my name. It's kind of freaking me out," Steve joked, "Robs, it's totally not your fault at all. It was a shitty situation I could have handled better and so could Eddie but there's really nothing to do about it know because I can't explain it to him and he clearly doesn't want me to so we are moving on, all right?" Steve attempted to keep the energy light.

"If that's what you want, sure babe," Robin said.

"I just want to stop going down Tik Tok rabbit holes of Eddie's stupid song without being able to complain to you about how fucking tired I am of not being able to do anything," Steve said, "and also I want so much ice cream and a really stupid TV marathon with my best girls and maybe roast Eddie's new song a little bit."

Nancy had already pulled up doordash and they were soon on their way to eating a smorgasbord of snacks and ice cream while watching reality TV and eventually dissolving into a karaoke session initially overdramatically singing along to Eddie's new single and ending with some old school Taylor (her version of course). Steve was feeling better than he had in a long time and started getting out of the fog he'd been in since Eddie had left.

Eventually, Steve started answering his agent's emails again and submitting tape for different roles. He'd gotten a part in a small indie film in Italy and Steve was pretty ready to take it. It was an interesting part, it was literally away from everyone he knew, the director was kind of weird and didn't let his cast use socials while filming and encouraged only phone calls and old school letters to really get into the period mindset. It was honestly kind of a perfect next project and it helped that the script was actually kind of great.

"As long as you aren't going because you're running away, Steve. You know I don't want you to leave and you shouldn't feel like you have to," Robin said as he was starting to pack his bags.

"I really like the project. It's a good script and I get to get out of my own head for a while. Kind of perfect honestly. The shoot is pretty short its only like four weeks so I won't be gone that long and you and Nancy can keep holing up in my apartment without me getting in the way!" Steve answered.

"You're never in the way, dingus," Robin nudged him and then brought him into a hug, "we'll just miss you kiddo."

"I'll miss you too, Bobbie. Now let me go so I can pack." Steve pulled away with a bigger smile than he'd had in weeks.

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[leelei1980]

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"Fuck".

You groaned, throwing your arm over your face to block out the single ray of sunlight that found its way through the small crack in the curtain and directly into your eyes. Had your bladder not been so full from all of the drinking you had done the previous night, you would have just rolled over and continued to sleep, but unfortunately there was no other option but to get up and take care of business.

You slowly sat up, testing the waters on how severe your hangover was going to be this morning. Slight headache, nothing a couple of Advil couldn't handle, but your mouth felt as dry as the Sahara desert. How can you be so thirsty when you drank so much last night? At least you had known when to stop, thankful that the little voice inside your head had sounded the warning bell, letting you know if you have one more drink your going to be puking your guts out all night. You would take a little headache over that any day.

You carefully crawled out of bed, as not to wake Lisa who had been sleeping beside you. Although upon further inspection you found your friend to be dead to the world, mouth open and snoring, blonde hair splayed out and a fake eyelash stuck to her cheek. You smirked. Girl was a hot mess, but you knew that she would wake up, carry on as usual and do it all over again tonight. Bless her heart.

You quietly krept to the bathroom to relieve yourself and change out of your dress from the night before, you wanted comfort. The dress had been pretty and sexy but you were sick of feeling like your ass was hanging out so you opted for an old hoodie that you had stolen from Eddie and some leggings. You snuggled into the shirt, breathing in the faint scent of his soap and aftershave. You sighed. What you wouldn't give to be writhing under him in ecstasy right now, his breath warm on your neck as he whispered the dirtiest things into your ear, fucking you into the bed......

You thirsted for this man, you craved him and you couldn't get enough of him.

You grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it, at least you could quench this thirst, then grabbed the phone off the night stand beside the bed and dragged it across the floor until the cord couldn't stretch any further. You opened the sliding glass door and went out onto the balcony to make a phone call, figuring it would be the quietest option. You slid the door closed as far as you could behind you and took in a deep breath of fresh morning air before dialing the phone.

It rang twice and then you heard the deep, smooth sound of his voice." Hello?"

You smiled to yourself." Good morning baby."

" Well good morning Sweetheart." You could almost hear his smile in his voice." What are you doing up at the ass crack of dawn? You should still be in bed with a hangover right now Dollface."

" I'm trying to pace myself darling, I'm not much of a party animal.You know me, I prefer wine tipsy to black out drunk."

" I fucking love it when you are wine tipsy, Sugar. Your fucking giggle, your goofy smile, fucking adorable."

" Not to mention the fact that I can't keep my hands off you-"

" That's not any different than usual-"

You laughed." Ok, you got me there. Your just so fucking irresistible."

He chuckled." That's me Eddie ' fucking irresistible ' Munson. I guess it's better than being the freak. How are the other girls doing?"

" They are all passed out, snoring- those girls can party . Suzie is heading home today, she is afraid of leaving Dustin alone with the kids. I told her he would be fine , he is one of the most capable people I know but I think she misses her babies."

" So Robin and Vikki and Nance still got it?"

" They are seasoned professionals. Oh! I saw your son out at the club last night."

"On the prowl? He has turned into quite the man whore now..."

" He's sowing his wild oats or however that goes . "

" He's fucking everything that walks."

" I still can't believe he had sex with Chrissy-"

" I can't even think about that. Fucking around with married women, even if her husband is the biggest fucking prick in the world-."

" It was her decision too, I'm just glad she didn't try to sink her claws into you. I would have had to beat a bitch."

Eddie burst out laughing." Jesus! You would never have to worry about that Muffin because I don't want anyone but you."

" That's good because your stuck with me." You twirled the cord around your finger." Whatcha doing today?"

" House shit. Fixing the stairs on the front of the house, mowing the lawn-"

" Goddamn it, I'm going to miss it!"

" Miss what?"

" The manbun, the tool belt hung low on your slutty waist, the sweat glistening off your body-"

" Woah, down girl." He chuckled." Does me being domestic really do it for you?"

" Are you kidding me? You using power tools and putting the pencil behind your ear to mark when your measuring, holy shit!"

" Well you will get your fill next summer when we build the new deck out back."

" I'll be bringing you lemonade and wiping the sweat from your brow and watching the show."

" Is that so?"

" No I will totally help out. You know how good I am with a tool, and even better at screwing."

He laughed again, his laugh was one of your most favorite sounds in the world, well other than the sound he made when he orgasmed." I fucking love you."

" I fucking love you too Edward Munson." You smiled." Do you miss me?"

" Of course I miss you Sweetheart. It's fucking cold and lonely in our bed at night without you in it. I sleep like shit."

" You should sleep great without me hogging all the bed-"

" No, I miss my koala bear wrapping herself around me, keeping me warm."

" Aww, Baby. Your coming to pick me up tomorrow , right?"

" Abso-fucking-lutely. " He paused." I'm going to fuck your brains out when we get home-"

" Uh, yeah,  I do believe you promised to 'fucking destroy me.' I'm looking forward to it."

" You have no fucking idea." You could hear the promise in his voice and it gave you chills." So what is on the agenda for today?"

" Recovery for a majority of the girls, spa day and dinner and clubbing tonight."

" Strip club tonight?"

" Yeah, I'm fucking nervous. "

Eddie laughed." What for?"

" You don't think it would be awkward having a stranger waving his junk in your face and crawling all over you?"

" I think it would be very awkward if a stranger was waving his junk in my face-"

" You know what I mean!"

" Listen Kitten if you don't want a lap dance, tell them you don't want a lap dance."

" Have you ever had one?"

"Yeah, it was...nice at the time, but you gotta remember Darling that I was single for a long time and rarely had an opportunity to see titties. It will be fine. Pre game before you go and if your uncomfortable fucking leave "

" Your not mad that they are taking me?"

" I don't love that some fucking young stud with a body like a fucking Greek god is going to be dancing and flopping his dick around my wife, but that being said I love you and I trust you, and I'm not worried. Everyone has got to go to a strip club once in their life. You might as well go with your friends. "

"I guess." You sighed." I miss you."

" I miss you too Love."

" I suppose I should let you go now. I think I am going to run out and get a round of coffees for my girls."

" That's sweet. I hope you have a ton of fun today."

" Thanks Baby. Good luck on the house projects."

" Thanks Princess. Make sure someone gets a picture of you in that fucking hot ass outfit you showed me. Your going to look fucking dynamite."

" I will. I love you Mr. Munson."

" I love you too Mrs. Munson."

" Bye Baby!"

" Bye Sweetcheeks."

You hung up the phone and quietly made your way back into the room. Not a creature was stirring so you grabbed your purse and went on a mission to find java.

When you came back Nancy and Robin were stirring in the adjoining room, while Vikki, Suzie and Lisa still slept.

" Your an Angel, you know that?" Robin smiled wearily as you handed her the cup.

Nancy lightly blew into the opening of the travel mug, then took a sip." This is perfect. Thank you."

"Figured you guys could use it. You guys can party hard." You smiled at them.

" Cause we don't get out much, gotta take advantage of every opportunity." Robin also took a sip and nodded." That's the shit right there. So tonight, it's your turn Sweets, it's our mission. "

You gulped. Yikes.

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The day had been lovely, facials and massages and mimosas then shopping and dinner. Between the full body massage and the champagne you were feeling absolutely incredible, loose and relaxed.

Your friends had all rallied and were ready for another night out on the town, with the exception of Suzie, she went back home to be with her babies and Dustin but had been very grateful for a night away.

Tonight was another night for sequins and glitter, another night to get dolled up, though tonight's outfit wasn't as risque as last nights was and you were glad for that. It was still sexy, but more comfortable. You had chosen a white sequin jumpsuit with spaghetti straps and a deep cowl neck, at least you wouldn't have to worry about flashing your ass at everyone tonight. The suit fit you like a second skin. You wore a sexy pair of stilettos, and your hair and make up were on point.

The whole group looked spectacular and while waiting at the hotel for a cab, you asked the Hostess to take a group photo, so that you could capture this moment forever. These girls were the best and you were lucky to have them.

You felt your stomach doing flip flops as they walked you to a table in the dimly lit Strip club. It was dark the music was blasting and there were young men in G-strings every where. On the stage there was a woman practically getting dry humped in front of the crowd.

You turned to Lisa, grabbing her arm." Please don't make me go up on stage!"

She laughed."I promise. But your totally getting a dance."

Your group sat at a large table and ordered a round of shots. You were glad, you were going to need it.

" Even though guys aren't my thing, I certainly do have an appreciation for the male physique." Robin smirked and Vikki laughed.

" They can be very nice to look at."

You let your eyes wonder around the room. Yes the men were in great shape and yes they were young and attractive, but nothing compared to what you had at home. Eddie, with his tattoos and his abs and his muscular arms, he was trim and toned, but not big and bulky. He was fucking perfect and you would pick him every second of every goddamn day over any of the guys here.

" Oh my God they are so fucking hot!" Lisa clapped excitedly." I want one!"

" They are so goddamn young! I bet you these boys are only a couple years older than my son's!" Nancy exclaimed.

" I bet your boys could make some decent money for college-" Robin smirked.

" Robin!"

" What they run around half naked most of the time anyway-"

" I am surprised my son isn't a stripper-" You started and the girls fucking lost it.

You were all still laughing when the waitress brought over your shots .

" I would love to propose a toast to the beautiful Mrs Munson, may you live a long life filled with love , hot sex and wedded bliss. Cheers!" Lisa held her shot glass in the air and we all clinked our little glasses together then threw back our shots.

You had to admit that these men had talent. The moves, the timing, all impressive during the stage show,and the dancing was incredible.

When Lisa waved down one of the gentlemen for your lap dance you took a deep breath and tried to be cool.

" Hello Beautiful." The man said smoothly.

" Please be gentle, it's her first time." Lisa winked at the man.

He flashed her a sexy smile then turned his attention onto you." Don't be nervous, gorgeous, just sit back and relax. Let me dance for you."

" Uh, sure. Its nice to meet you." You extended your hand to shake his but instead he kissed your knuckles.

" It's nice to meet you too." He winked and started dancing in front of you, gyrating and moving his hips. You felt a blush creep up your neck to your face. You focused on his eyes.

Lisa laughed at you then whispered," Your allowed to look at him you know, that is the whole point."

" But we've just met. It feels rude!"

" I assure you Miss it's not rude at all." The stripper danced closer to you, " I like all the attention. Pretty girls like you staring at me all night-" he leaned in close to your ear." That's why I do it."

" Your very good at your job. I'm sorry I'm so awkward-"

" You're doing just fine."

Lisa handed you a wad of dollar bills." Pay the man."

You stuck out the stack and he smirked and nodded down to his G-string. " Just slip them right in Sweets."

You watched as the other women tucked them beneath the waist of his fancy underwear and you followed suit. He danced on you for another minute than took your hands, kissing the tops of them and backed away.

" Thank you."

"It was my pleasure Miss." He pointed to the veil and sash that your friends insisted that you wore again." Congratulations."

You smiled." Thanks. Have a great night!"

He winked then strutted over to the next table.

" There, was that so bad?" Lisa asked.

" No, it was fine, weird but fine."

" Are you ready to leave now?"

"Yup!"

The girls laughed and finished their drinks and we peaced out of the strip club and moved on to the dance club where we proceeded to party the night away.

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" Jesus Christ, I look like fucking shit."

Lisa laughed as she came up behind you and rested her chin on your shoulder. " We told you we were going to get you drunk. Mission accomplished."

Mission accomplished all right. The dance club was absolute mayhem last night, there was not a moment where you did not have some sort of drink in your hand, and with the liquid courage on board you busted out the dance moves you didn't even know that you had, you even swung around a pole like a stripper causing your friends to cheer along with people you had never met, thank God , and hopefully would never see again.

The rest of the night after that was a blur.You remembered stumbling through the hotel and into your room, eating a ton of snacks then passing out on the bed. Surprisingly enough you didn't throw up, you credit that to the snacks you consumed soaking up all the alcohol you drank, but you did wake up with one hell of a hangover. You popped some meds, chugged some water and prayed that you felt better by the time your husband arrived to pick you up. You loved your girls but you were ready to wrap your arms around Eddie.

" How's our girl feeling this morning?" Robin asked entering from the adjoining room, Nancy and Vikki close behind.

" Shitty, but it was worth it. Thank you ladies for a wonderful night. It was fun, well what I can remember of it." You smirked.

" The way you worked that pole-"

You groaned." I'm so embarrassed!"

" You shouldn't be, you killed it!"

" Oh , I'm sure! " You laughed.

" Eddie would have loved it!" Nancy smiled

" Are you kidding? He would have lost his shit!" Robin smirked.

" I doubt it."

Lisa smiled." I have never seen a man look at a woman the way that Eddie looks at you."

" All heart eyes and dimples. It's fucking adorable."

" It's so nice to see him finally happy, like really truly happy."

You sighed. " I love him so much. I'm fucking obsessed."

Your best friend smirked." Like we couldn't tell. You guys can't keep your hands off each other. Don't think we don't notice when you guys sneak off to have sex."

You felt a blush wash over your face." I have never had a lover like Eddie, he's.... incredible." You bit your lip than looked over at Robin and Nancy." Sorry if that is weird to hear, I mean you guys practically grew up together-"

Robin shrugged." Not a total shocker, the boy has to be the best at everything he does-"

" Like when Master of Puppets came out and he practiced every possible minute until he had mastered it, you know how hard that song is to play-" Nancy added.

" And he has insane attention to detail, I'm sure that translates over to the bedroom."

" Trust me it does " You smiled. "He knows exactly what I want. I swear it is his sixth sense."

" I want a Mr. Munson too!" Lisa pouted. " All these guys I go out with are chumps compared to Eddie. He is a gentleman that knows how to treat a lady and the man, he's sexy a hell."

" He is now, if you had only seen him in highschool, jumping up on tables and lecturing the masses on forced conformity, dude was a nerd and a menace." Robin laughed." Everyday we would sit back and wonder what shit he was going to pull."

" I wish I could have known him then." You sighed again." I can't wait to see him!"

" I remember when I couldn't wait to see Steve, when we used to sneak off and have adventurous sex, having four kids really put a damper on that though." Nancy laughed." I wouldn't change a thing though, but thank God we smartened up and decided against having six kids."

You smiled." You seem to have everything so well balanced."

" That is because Steve is an amazing partner, he promised he would be there every step of the way, and he has been."

" Does he still give you butterflies?"

She smiled." Every damn day."

Robin smirked at Vikki." Do I still give you butterflies, my love?"

" Maybe every other damn day." Vikki smiled. "Your a lot to handle."

Robin laughed." That's my girl."

" I want love like that!" Lisa exclaimed.

You looked at the clock on the nightstand. " Oh my God! My man will be here in less than an hour! I look like a hag, I need to pull myself together!"

" He loves you no matter how you look."

" I know that! It's just, he is going to stroll in looking incredible and I am going to look like a fucking troll! "

You jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to wash last nights makeup from your face, throw your hair up into a bun and to put a light application of makeup on. Your eyes were still puffy but maybe by the time he got here they would be better. You knew that you were doing this purely out of your own vanity, the girls were right Eddie would love you no matter what.

" Does this look better?"

Robin rolled her eyes. " You looked fine to begin with, your 'bad face day' is better than my 'good face day'. You're still in your twenties! You look fantastic all the fucking time! You could run a marathon and still look fabulous!"

" I just want to look nice." You smiled and took the tiny shimmery dress out of your bag from a couple nights before.

" You're wearing THAT home?"

" Yes, Eddie went absolutely Gaga over it. He asked me to wear it for him," You bit your lip, "He thought it was sexy and he wants to fuck me in it. He has been so lonely this weekend, who am I to deny him...." You smirked.

"Oooooohhhh!" All the girls  said together in chorus, smiling.

" We know what your doing when you get home!" Lisa fanned her face." You're going to get it....."

" I'm soooo going to get it."

They all cheered again and you shook your head smiling.

" Now if you'll excuse me, I must change."

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Your friends waited patiently with you in the lobby for Eddie to arrive, and the man, as always was very punctual.

" Watch the look on his face when he sees her-" You heard Robin whisper to Vikki.

Then you heard Nancy," Butterflies for sure."

" Goddamn, your husband looks like a rockstar.." Lisa was the last to comment.

She wasn't wrong. Holy shit were you a lucky woman.

Eddie strolled through the door, brown curls wild from the breeze, aviator sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, he wore an Alice in chains sleeveless T-shirt that hugged his trim frame, his muscular, tatted arms on full display, tight black jeans and boots, he was a fucking vision. But the best part, hands down was his smile, so bright , and those fucking dimples-

" There's my girl, I missed you so much." Instantly his arms were around you, pulling you close, as he nuzzled into your neck." You're wearing it." He whispered.

" I told you I would." You whispered back .

He pulled away smiling and lightly kissed your lips. " I trust you ladies had a wonderful weekend?"

" It was magical. Especially the part where your wife swung around a stripper pole-"

"Robin!"

"What? You were amazing for a novice."

Eddie's eyebrows raised and he smirked." You did what?"

" These guys had me so drunk! I'm not proud -"

" Fuck, and I missed it?! Damn, I bet you looked real sexy Kitten."

" Again, I was drunk and not super graceful."

" Really let your hair down, didn't ya babycakes?

I'm real proud of you."

" And my pounding head is the proof of it."

He smiled widely." I've got the perfect cure for that." He winked at you and your stomach did flip flops." Let's get you home Princess, so you can rest."

" Yeah, you better get home so you can 'rest'." Robin smirked.

Eddie smirked back " Gotta take care of my Princess."

" Your going to take care of her all right." Lisa winked.

" Y'all are perverts." He chuckled, than picked up your bag and threw it over his shoulder." Ready Darlin?"

You nodded then quickly gave your girlies hugs. " I can't thank you guys enough, this weekend was absolutely amazing. You girls are the best!"

You said your goodbyes and  slid an arm around your husbands waist. He slid his sunglasses carefully onto your face, knowing that they would help against the bright sun outside then kissed the tip of your nose. He turned and waved goodbye to the girls.

" See you soon Ladies, take it easy!"

" Bye Eddie!" They all said in unison then laughed.

He pulled you close and the two of you walked out to your old, but reliable small car. He opened your car door and pulled a flannel out and slipped it over your shoulders before you got inside.

"Thank you baby."

" Your welcome Sweetheart." He made sure you were carefully tucked in before closing the door than he climbed into the driver's seat. " So I wasn't sure what stage of hangover I would find you in sooo, I brought Tylenol, a Gatorade, a coffee and a breakfast sandwich for you. " He lifted a brown paper bag and pointed to the coffee and the Gatorade in the cup holder." I wanted to cover all the bases for a quick recovery." He grinned widely.

You leaned forward in your seat and took his face in your hands." Just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you anymore..." You kissed him." This is so sweet Baby."

" Like I said, gotta take care of my girl."

You smiled and squeezed his thigh. " Thank you."

" That's what husbands are for. Now why don't you fill me on this weekend while you eat your breakfast?"

You took a big sip of coffee and it was hot and absolutely perfect. You opened up the bag and took out two breakfast sandwiches, unwrapped one for Eddie then dug into the other while you recounted the events of the weekend.

The food and coffee in conjunction with the Advil you had taken earlier had helped immensely, and you could feel your headache starting to disappear.

" Feeling better Princess? " Eddie asked, rubbing your leg.

" So much better, baby."

" I'm glad Darlin."

" I know what will make me feel even better though."

Eddie looked over at you, eyebrow raised, smirk on his face." And what would that be Angel?"

" What does your sixth sense tell you Edward?"

" I can say without hesitation that you need a good fucking. "

" You think that's what I need?" You smiled.

"I don't think, I fucking know Sugar." You felt his fingers walk up your inner thigh, dip under the hem of your dress, then slip between your legs- you bit your lip. "Fuck Kitten, your not wearing any panties?" He took his eyes off the road for another brief second, a sexy smirk on his face. "That's my dirty fucking girl, you must want it real fucking bad."

" You know I do baby, so fucking bad."

He turned his attention back to the road, but his fingers remained and slid between your slick folds, where he found your sensitive bud and started circling it with his finger. "How's that my love? Better?"

You moaned." Eddie-" you took the flannel off your shoulders and covered your lap out of modesty.

" Don't worry Babygirl, we are almost home then I will give you exactly what you fucking need ."

You rested your head back on the seat and bit your lip as you watched him drive carefully ,as if nothing was going on, like he wasn't fucking you with his fingers. You knew he was good at multitasking but...." Eddie!"

You watched a smile spread across his face. "Aww, what's the matter Sweetheart? Getting close?"

" Mmmmhhhhmmm-"

" So close to the edge that you can't find your words? Well go ahead Angel, go ahead and cum. Make a mess on my fingers, make a mess of that dress-"

Your head was fuzzy. Your core was aching, you were so close."Baby I-" You groaned.

" Just fucking let go. God, your making me so fucking hard right now-" he applied a little more pressure to your clit sending you right over the edge. You gasped, the coil inside you snapping. You squirmed in your seat one hand clenched onto his thigh, the other holding onto the door. Thank fucking God the majority of the ride had been on roads with little traffic, not that you really cared, not when he made you feel so good.

" There, my sweet,needy girl. Is that better?Your so fucking sexy. God I can't wait to fuck you." He smiled and wiped his slick covered fingers on his jeans as you recovered.

" I can't believe you did that." You shook your head, smirking.

" What? " He asked innocently." Got you off while driving? Excellent hand eye coordination  remember?" He winked. " I seem to remember someone giving me a blowjob while I was driving down the road once-"

" But that was a dirt road."

" This just made it a little more exciting." He turned onto your street and you felt your heart racing again.

" Baby, do you want me to suck your cock-"

" That's sweet Dollface, but right now, what I really need is that pretty little pussy. I've really fucking missed her."

Eddie pulled into the driveway and in just moments the two of you were running into the house, desperate to get your hands on each other.

Before the door was even closed Eddie had you pinned against the wall, mouth crushing yours as your nimble fingers undid his belt, then his pants. You could feel how hard he was, his dick pressing against your leg.

" Need you, right fucking now-" Eddie mumbled against your lips, picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom . He set you down on the bed and you wasted no time tugging down his pants, his erection springing free.

You couldn't help yourself, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, he groaned and fisted your hair in his hand, as you bobbed your head back and forth, taking him all in.

" F-fuck Princess," he stuttered as you licked his length, swirling your tongue around the tip, lapping up the bead of pre- cum and then closing your lips around him again."Jesus Christ, that feels so fucking good, but Darlin-"

You pulled off with a pop." I know Baby , I just wanted a taste-" You watched him kick off his pants, strip off his shirt. His chest was heaving and he had a feral look in his eye.

He ran his hands up your thighs, hiking up your dress then pulled you to the edge of the bed and buried himself inside you in one swift movement. You gasped, reeling in the feeling of him inside you, the stretching, the fullness.

Eddie moaned as he withdrew then pounded back into you again, then again, his big hands grabbing hold of your hips." My girl, taking my cock so well-"

" Give it to me, Eddie."

And he did. He drilled into you hard and fast, the sensation was enough to make your head spin, your fists clenching the sheets as he fucked you hard into the bed.You knew it wouldn't take long at this pace for you to reach your release.

" Oh God,oh God, oh god-" You chanted as you got closer and closer to climax, as he hit the sensitive spot inside you relentlessly over and over again.

" So fucking good , Babygirl. Fuck- " Eddie rambled, his hips snapping into you. " You feel so fucking good."

You could feel yourself spiraling out of control, feeling the shockwaves of ecstasy washing over you as you shouted his name, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

" Fuckfuckfuck-" The obscenities spilled from his beautiful lips as he chased his own release, his thrusts slowing ,sloppy until he collapsed on top of you completely spent.

You wrapped your arms around him pulling his sweaty body close, brushing his hair back from his sticky neck and feathering him with light kisses on his neck and shoulder.

" I love you." He whispered,picking his head up and bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was so soft, so slow, his hands coming up to lightly cup your face, the gesture so sweet and gentle." Are you alright Sweet girl?"

You smiled up at him." I am absolutely wonderful Mr. Munson."

His eyes searched yours." Are you sure? I was a little rough, I'm sorry-"

" Baby don't apologize, it was fucking incredible." You smiled dreamily." It was exactly what I needed. Baby, I have been dreaming of this ever since you told me you were going to fucking destroy me in this dress. I love it when we make love and it's sweet and soft, but sometimes a girl's just gotta get fucking railed."

He smiled down at you." I'm always happy to oblige." He kissed the tip of your nose than carefully rolled off you. " I'm so happy your home Sweetheart."

You rolled onto your side and slowly traced the spider tattoo on his chest with your finger, then lightly ran your hand down further to his abs where your fingertips lightly danced. You watched as his core muscles quivered under your touch. "Eddie Munson you are the sexiest man I have ever seen."

" What about the strippers at the club?" He smirked.

" While their dancing skills were quite impressive, none of them could hold a candle to you Baby."

" Speaking of dancing skills, when are you going to pole dance for me?" He smiled.

" I wish Robin and never mentioned it, I am trying to block it out!"

" I want you to dance for me sometime-"

" I dance all the time-"

" No like, dance for me." He licked his lips.

" There will need to be a lot of tequila involved-"

Eddie laughed." I just happen to have a brand new bottle. But in the meantime," He reached over and slid the strap of your shimmery dress down your arm, then leaned forward and kissed and nipped at your shoulder, giving you goosebumps." Why don't I strip you out of this dress and draw you a nice relaxing bath?"

" Sounds wonderful, will you join me?"

" Of course! Someone has to scrub your back and wash your hair."

" You spoil me Mr.Munson."

" I'm supposed to Mrs. Munson, I made a vow and I take it very," he kissed your forehead, "Very," he kissed your lips," Seriously."

" To have and to hold Baby."

" To have and to hold Sweetheart."

As always thank you for reading ❤️ Comments and re-blogs are always welcome and appreciated ❤️

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That's NOT Music

*Ok so this is just a little headcannon event I believe would happen between Eddie and reader* Rated E for everyone.

Okay so hear me out... You and Eddie become the best of friends because "Your art is like SSSOOO out there and its scary you don't even dooo drugs man... Like not even a lick off a Mary-Wanna leaf." as Eddie so educatedly states. But when it comes to music.... Oh when it comes to music.

See Eddie is into Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, ANYTHING THAT CONSISTS OF BANSHEE WAILS FROM A GUITAR'S MOUTH!! But you.... YOU were into 'glam-rock'.

"A putrid stain resting on a dragon's shithole that when it farts. It sounds like Steven Tyler's iconic wail." as Eddie once again, states.

"Have you even listened to it? Like sit and fully give it a chance?" you push at him. Eddie stares at you with a dimpled smile but the light in his eyes, dim. Yeah he checked out before you even started. "EDDIE!!" you yell at him, highly annoyed by his blatant stubbornness.

"Aerosmith is sooo not-."

"Okay but have you heard of Bon Jovi?" you cut him off before he went on another 'fuck glam-rock' tangent. Eddie leans back and places his fingers on his chin, his music rolodex spinning as he scrambles for some semblance of a.... Bonjo? Banjo?

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"THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL MUSIC?!!" Eddie yells, as he rips the earbud out of his left ear. Making the other pop out of your right ear, landing hard onto the kitchen counter and next to your CD player. "EDS!!" you exclaim, swatting his shoulder even harder.

"OUCHIE!!! Never would've guessed you were heavy-handed." he says rubbing the area you hit and leaning away from you. You check the earbuds, as they are sooo easy to break, and yup. The right one (the one Eddie had on) is barely audible. "This band is so mediocre. Simple chords, simple song-writing, and-." his voice dies off as you slowly look at him with dagger eyes. His brain quickly rendering his mistake. BUT!! He couldn't control it. It was just sooo. Natural. He bites his index finger as he gives puppy eyes "Whoops." he winces.

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So now, Steve and Eddie go for a night drive in Steve's beat-up convertible. The radio lowly playing whatevers popular to the masses, as they both share a doobie. Eddie listening to Steve deciphering the female mind out loud when a hint of a guitar sound peeks through. "HOLD ON!!" Steve yells, turning the volume up so the guitar riff plays stronger.

Eddie knew, from the beating you gave him afterwords, that this was Bon Jovi. Steve taps onto the steering wheel "ITS ALL THE SAME, ONLY THE NAMES WILL CHANGE!!" Steve sings along as Eddie whips his head to the betrayal he was hearing.

"EVERYDAY IT SEEMS WE'R-!!" Steve continues giving little looks and egging Eddie to sing along.

"No.. No FUCKING way man."

"WHERE THE FACES ARE SO COLD!!"

"NO STEVE!! THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU, THEY TRY WITH THESE-!!"

"COME ON HELLFIRE I NEED A BACK UP!! I'M A COWBOY!!"

Eddie bites his bottom lip because FUCK!! Not like this... Please to the Iron Maiden artwork Gods.. Not... Like... "DEAD OR ALIVEEE!!" they both belt.

"FUCK YEAH MAN!!" Steve exclaims, stepping on the gas pedal as Eddie hides his face in utter shame.

Look at what you've done. Now he's definitely going to force you to listen to Metallica.

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TICK // 10.1 - magic man

Rating: mature (angst, language)

Word Count: 1800

A/N: this is the epitome of drama. sorry, not sorry.

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Cold, late night so long ago When I was not so strong you know A pretty man came to me I never seen eyes so blue You know, I could not run away it seemed We'd seen each other in a dream

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February 14, 1984 - junior year

Eddie tapped his pencil on the desk with nothing but resentment.

After school detention was a literal hell. His punishment was to write lines, I will not vandalize school property, over one hundred times on the paper in front of him. But it wasn't his handwriting, or his paper, or even the detention itself, that irritated him.

It was the fact that you were in there with him, sitting a mere four desks away, and he hadn't heard a goddamn word from you in over two months.

He stewed over what you could possibly be writing lines for. Have you ever even been assigned detention before? A few punishments popped into his mind that he thought you deserved.

I will not abandon so-called friends.

I will not be the epitome of avoidance.

I will not ignore Eddie Munson in the halls every fucking day.

I will not make out with a man on New Year's Eve then literally act like he's a stranger the next day.

The pencil suddenly snapped in his hand, and Eddie threw the pieces on the floor.

Mr. Eulin, the unfortunate teacher supervising this detention, immediately saw this. Eddie could have snorted with arrogance at the fact that Eulin actually looked up from his Anne Rice novel to shoot him a nasty glare.

"Munson, pick that up or it's another detention for you tomorrow."

"Oh, woe is me."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, sir."

"That's what I thought. Now clean up the mess."

Eddie looked towards the windows, bright warm light shining through the dusty panes of glass. It was a freezing February day in Hawkins, but the sun seemed to wish differently.

He knew that you were looking at him. He could feel your eyes on him, even though you were a few rows back. Anger rose up, like a disease feasting on its victim, his stomach turning over. There was no controlling it now.

Lacing his words with instigation, he touched the piece of paper in front of him, crumpling it slightly. 

"Sir, I would much rather watch Buckley pick up the pieces."

Eulin stared at him again, his bushy eyebrows rising up in surprise as he flopped his book on the desk. 

He knew he was already dead set on another detention. Like a wrongfully accused prisoner on death row, Eddie Munson felt the need to be vindicated. What else did he have to lose? It was fucking Valentine's Day, of all days, and your stare on the back of his head in detention was burning holes through his skull.

"Now, why on God's green Earth would your fellow student do that? You got a bug up your ass, Munson?"

"Maybe. There's definitely something up there, sir. Wanna check?"

The old man before him nearly had an aneurysm. Exactly what Eddie wanted. He didn't even need to turn his head to see your reaction, he could literally hear you fidgeting in your chair, picking at your fingers.

 "Munson! Out, now. Let's go, tough guy." Eulin stood up, pointing at the door.

Faking reluctance, Eddie also rose from his desk. All of the students in the room were focused on him now. Honestly, he just wanted an excuse to get the fuck out of the same room that you were in.

Before leaving the classroom, Eddie balled up the paper on his desk and chucked it at you. It hit your chest, making you jump, but you still refused to look him in the eye.

In the hallway, Eulin still had his index finger out, this time in Eddie's face.

"You think you're untouchable, don't you?"

Eddie leaned against the locker behind him and didn't respond. He turned his head away from the educational professional trying to verbally assault him.

"Munson. Listen up. You're going to end up just like your father. Doesn't surprise me one bit that you're in detention every other week these days. I would shoot myself in the foot before I'd believe you would graduate."

Inching closer to Eddie, Eulin's face began to redden. At the close proximity, Eddie visibly flinched, resisting the urge to bitch slap the man with a fat finger too close to his face.

"You are the scum of Hawkins."

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"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile "You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile But try to understand, try to understand Try, try, try to understand, I'm a magic man"

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The classroom door was already open, but you slammed it against the wall anyways.

"Fuck you, Eulin."

Taking a step back from the brown eyed boy on the lockers, Eulin was stunned to see another one of his students beginning to cause a scene.

"Girl, you better get back in the-"

You laughed rudely, immediately interrupting him. "You think I'm going to let you talk to him like that?"

"What's going on here? Buckley, get back in that classroom," Eulin choked out.

Eddie stared unabashedly at you. One hand was clenched in a fist, ready to go down swinging at his teacher's harsh words. His other hand rose to his own mouth in shock.

But you ignored Eddie's presence, as usual. You just hounded Eulin.

"Sir, I'm not going back in there." 

Your words were polite on paper, but the tone of your voice was the exact opposite. Eulin seemed as speechless as Eddie. 

A few seconds of stuttering, and Eulin finally found a comeback. "Buckley, don't you dare get involved in this. Don't be a failure like Munson."

Eddie audibly gasped as you actually spit in the teacher's face, saliva dripping down Eulin's cheek.

"Fuck. You." 

And then you were gone, rushing down the hallway towards the doors leading outside.

☾

Winter nights we sang in tune Played inside the months of moon "Never think of never let this spell last forever" Well, summer lover passed to fall Tried to realize it all Mama says she's worried, growing up in a hurry

☾

"Buckley! Buckley! Helloooo, feral woman on the loose!" 

Eddie ran after you, abandoning detention, abandoning Eulin standing dumbstruck in the hallway. He finally caught up with you as you made your way through the parking lot, your hair flying in the frosty wind.

"Hey!" he touched your shoulder, trying to slow you down. "Will you talk to me?"

You shrugged his hand off and kept walking. "What's there to talk about? Eulin's an asshole. End of story."

"Oh, sunshine, I think there's a lot that needs to be discussed between us."

"No idea what you're rambling on about," you mumbled.

"You gonna ignore me for another two months?"

You almost paused for a second. Eddie knew your mind was racing, he could see how tensed your muscles were as you stormed past the parked cars. 

Eddie continued to poke at your temper. "Where are you even going? You don't have a car, you don't have a license. You don't even know how to drive!"

Turning on him in a flash, the look in your eyes made Eddie stop in his tracks. 

"Maybe I'd know how to drive if you actually taught me like you said you would!"

Eddie snorted. "C'mon, now. That's not what this is about. People don't just spit on teachers because they're butt hurt about not being able to drive."

You threw your hands in the air, let out a frustrated laugh, and stomped away. "You're the one who brought up the license thing! You're such an infuriating creature."

But Eddie was surprised to see you stop right at his van, which was parked at the back of the lot. You sat on the rear bumper.

Now it was his turn to be dumbstruck. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, Eddie," you exclaimed sarcastically. "Take me home, will you?"

☾

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile "I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child" But try to understand, try to understand Oh, oh, try, try, try to understand, He's a magic man, oh, he's got the magic hands

☾

Instead of taking you back to your own house, Eddie drove towards Forest Hills trailer park. He knew that you were confused, but you remained silent in his passenger seat the entire drive, peeling some paint off the trim of the door.

The van came to an abrupt halt in the grassy area of his uncle's trailer. Eddie could see a few small kids running around the other homes, screaming and playing.

He was struck with nostalgia from his childhood, back when things weren't complicated by a doomed future and unruly hormones and a drunk father in jail for dealing drugs.

"Why'd you bring me here?" you uttered quietly, ripping him from his tortured thoughts.

"This is my home now, Buckley. If you would have been a good friend the last couple months, you'd know I moved in with my uncle a little sooner than I anticipated."

Eddie didn't try to hide the bitterness in his voice. He wanted you to know how hurt he was. Before you could get a word in, he snapped on you.

"Did you even think about checking on me when my dad went to jail? The whole damn town was talking about it. I'm really living up to the infamous Munson name, aren't I? I'm a pariah, a phenomenon."

You chewed on your lip, staring heatedly out of the window. "Of course I thought about you."

Gripping the steering wheel, he was seething. "So why have you been ignoring me? You act like New Year's never happened. So help me God, if you don't answer-"

"You know why I was in detention?"

Distracted, Eddie's leg bobbed with anxiety. "No, but you've piqued my interest."

"Eulin caught me trying to put something in your locker this morning."

"Something? What something? Why would that land you in detention?"

You huffed. "A letter. And I got detention because I wouldn't give it to him."

Eddie thought for a moment and laid his hand out dramatically. "May I have my letter, then?" 

You gently slapped his outstretched palm away from you.

"No," you replied offhandedly. "I tossed it."

He rolled his big brown eyes and opened the driver's side door, hopping out. The snow crunching underneath his boots was harsh. The cold air filled his lungs, forcing his nerves to calm and bringing him back to some kind of reality.

Walking around to the passenger side, he opened your door for you. 

"Come inside, then. I can make us some hot chocolate."

☾

But try to understand, try to understand Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man

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(song lyrics credit: "Magic Man" by Heart)

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[duckduckington]

Differences of the WoY visual style between the pilot and the final show (Along some other stuff) (Part 1)

So a crap-ton of cartoon show bibles and pilots surfaced recently, which is kind of fucking cool, and it included stuff from Wander over Yonder, which is way fucking cooler.

First thing I did was over-analyze the show's visual style and I figure I should put my findings somewhere, so here you go! In a chronological order, it's easier that way (and builds suspense for the real good stuff, ooohooooh (in a spooky ghost voice)).

The first shot alone already brings forth some differences. As far as I know, the show never illustrates space like this, entirely black with just a couple of stars to break the void. There's usually some blue star dust or something, kinda like this:

The skullship was planned to be 3D-animated apparently, instead of being drawn in the same style as the backgrounds. This allows for WAY more complex movements, since it's easier to pull off.

We then get to take a looksie inside of the ship... this isn't like ANYTHING in the show.

We do see control rooms on occasion, but not one like this. It's a circular room with rows of watchdogs on the wall, watching monitors, circulating the middle where Hater sits on his throne. The railings on its support carry Peepers and his cockpit. Two watchdogs control the ship (I think) at the front. That blue goop at the top might be the ship's brain (you can also already see some animation errors in the front, peep their grabbers). There ain't ever been a color palette inside the ship like this, they usually opt for red and black rather than red and white. This might have been their solution to making the characters native to Hater pop out against the background before deciding to just substitute black for purple.

There's still bright locations within the skullship, but they're non-threatening ones, like the food court.

Commander Peepers and the watchdogs have designs that, while closer to their final versions than the pitch bible (or whatever that cover of that graphic novel was supposed to be), carry some traits still worth pointing out (well, so does everything here, but pshhhshshhhshh).

SHINY

COLLARS

Puffy collars around necks, wrists and ankles.

Detailed irises.

Detailed soles on shoes.

Those lines on their gloves that you see in your grandpa's toons.

(bugs bunny pictured flipping the bird)

This is specific to Peepers; the jagged thunder-spike on his helmet has dimension to it, as opposed to the implied dimension in his final design. Spikes on the side are also way longer here.

His eye/face emotes differently by just utilizing a black eyelid, rather than turning the hat into a pseudo-eyebrow, kinda like Double D from Ed, Edd n' Eddy.

We then get a glimpse at Hater's design...

Despite his face missing, you can already see some differences, like his arms resembling more those of an actual skeleton and packing a lot less mass. His hood is also a bit more tout and the folds surrounding it have more empathis.

Another space shot with some shapes to break up the infinite black; it's not always you see a warm color palette for space in the actual show.

Maybe here, when Wander and Sylvia stop the sun from blowing up in "The Good Deed".

When entering the city that's about to get its shit stirred by Hater, we notice that there aren't ANY other locations illustrated like this. We usually have smooth, airbrushy looking stuff, when this is more reminiscent of a comic strip, with clear lines and some hatching to indicate weight here and there. Same goes for the townsfolk, they remind me of... Krazy Kat or something. Craig McCracken has gone on record saying he drew a lot of inspiration from old comic strips, but I don't know if Krazy Kat is one of them. I just thought of it :)

The inside of the skullship looked different so this place might have had an unique artstyle to other locations we would've seen in this version of the show, but that would also be a big difference since the actual show keeps the background style consistent throughout the whole run (as far as I know).

Goes in hand with the skullship; the watchdogs are 3D-animated here, although subtly.

Different gun designs... they look more like water guns here. Big ol' TUBES. Their guns in the show are more sci-fi-esque.

Hater's logo is different, in-line with his design. Way flatter design too. Might as well take a look at his actual face now.

Well, more like next time. Just found out you can only use up to 30 images in one post. Oopsies. I'll continue this when I have the energy! I'll continue my chronological analysis/rambling and perhaps talk about the general art-style and animation at the end. Might take me a couple of more posts.

#wander over yonder #WoY #animation #this is by far the longest post on here up until now #i was fascinated with the pilot when i saw it so y'know i had to put everything i was doing aside and write this out #rambly #long post

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on wait im unable to Scribble rn but i had this Lights Out interaction in my head and i need to put it somewhere before i forget. Okay so the scene is Howdy, Poppy, Frank, and Wally are all having quiet time in the post office. just vibing.

Howdy: i'm going to say something harsh

Poppy: that's alright. we understand <3

Frank: go ahead, it's better than bottling it up

Howdy:

Howdy, near tears: you're all so boring i think it's actually killing me

Poppy / Frank / Wally: ...

#he would Kill for one of barnaby's jokes #i imagine that when wally announces someone else has woken up howdy sprints through the darkness to the storage room #so so ready to have his Pal™️ back. someone with a sense of humor! someone he can really talk to! Enrichment for the Enclosure! #and then he gets there and its. its fucking eddie #he would break down sobbing... #he'd hold a completely uncalled for grudge <3 #wh lights out au #of course wally would take it literally and start trying to remember jokes barnaby taught him #of course its been so long that he doesnt remember any but hes Trying #at least his attempts confuse howdy enough to bring Some sort of... entertainment? can it be called that? #i think all three of em would try to either make jokes or deeper conversation with howdy #but hes just too fast and punny for them... they cant keep up or they cant relate i think #at least he and poppy can hold conversations about their large families #until they remember that hey! those families were fake memories! they never even existed! #and then they get really sad. wally tells a horribly butchered joke & frank tries to distract them with bug/plant facts

[grandwretch]

i do think peak comedy is a steve who is absolutely aware of the effect he has on people, but has never felt that way towards anyone else-- the closest he got was with nancy and robin, because he loved them both in different ways, and sometimes he felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't talk to them or touch them right now, but it was never like he had seen other people act about him. robin and nancy made him a better person. they didn't drive him to ridiculous levels of violence and obsession. maybe people in hawkins were just fucking weird.

and then he meets eddie, falls in love with eddie, and he's like... yeah, okay. alright. no, i get it. if anything happened to this guy i would steal the nuclear launch codes.

#steddie #jgkfldgj separate fic idea where everyone is talking about their best murder ideas as like a joke #nancy has a gun she's been thinking about longingly eddie's is dramatic argyle's is disturbingly competent etc #and steve is just like how many of the government officials that we know do you think i would have to fuck to get access to the nukes #idk steve is the epitome of go big or go home To Me #like he's always the one put in situations and then he commits to the bit a thousand percent and is way more extra about it than everybody #he hit billy with a fucking car . do u get that #nancy was like im gonna shoot at him like a normal person in an action film #and steve was like oh the vehicle im currently in? before airbags were invented? im gonna send it full speed into that guy #as you fucking do #the only one in the upside down mostly naked and shoeless btw #like ???? do u think this is die hard u bitch bc that hasnt come out yet #what was i talking about its 2 am

[pettyprocrastination]

broke: eddie munson has handcuffs in his room cause he likes kinky sex 

woke: eddie munson has handcuffs in his room because he was once arrested by officer Callahan for possession of marijuana at a halloween party they busted his junior year, but as soon as Callahan sat him on the pavement and turned around, Eddie jumped up and hauled ass into the forest until he reached the trailer park. His uncle had to pick the lock to get them off his dumbass nephew (making eddie swear to 1. never ask how his uncle knew how to pick locks and 2. never get fucking arrested again) Eddie kept the handcuff’s as a memoir of the night he outran the Hawkins Police Department. 

#tj talks #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #sorry i just think its funny #hopper: what. what do you MEAN he 'got away' #callahan: HES VERY FAST AND SLIPPERY OKAY #but fr i cant imagine hopper like. giving a shit #probably has been called on that kid more than once and each time its jsut that tired sigh of 'i dont want to be here either okay' #edit: dont turn this post into a 'if you characterize eddie as anything other than my own personal hc i get mad' thing because it isnt!! #this is a simple littoe heeha i had late at night #relaistically the cuffs are most likely accessories/decor i just thought it was funny #but i keep seeing people do the 'THIS is canon ajd if you think otherwise shut the fuck up' #so lets all just be calm ajd play nice in our little fake land of blorbos

[chronicowboy]

something about eddie going from "can you hear me" when he's on the ladder to "talk to me" like he's so desperate for buck to be responsive that he drops the pretences of a question and just starts straight up begging and demanding buck talk to him. and the shift from passive just hearing to eddie's terror growing so much that he needs to hear buck's voice so that he knows he's okay.

#sami rambles #fuck yeah man its just a lot #also convinced the first one is for buck and the second one is for everyone else to tell him what he missed while he was descending #but nobody tells him anything bobby just says he's driving and that makes me 😭 #like imagine seeing your friend perform chest compressions on your best friend and not knowing how or why or what's going on #and you just have to get him to the hospital knowing absolutely nothing #like fuck #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie

[thewolvesof1998]

Fuck it Friday

Here's a little more of my Christmas Fic they don’t know (your name is already mine):

They all pile into the elevator, Bobby and Athena last, as the doors close he whips out his phone to send another text to Buck. Bobby: Doc says Eddie’s going to be fine but he’s staying the night, please call me when you get this.  He watches and waits for the three dots to appear but they don’t and it only causes the feeling in the pit of his stomach to widen. He tucks away his phone and grabs Athena’s hand, she immediately squeezes reassuringly and it helps ground him. “How’d you even know we were here?” Bobby hears Chim ask from somewhere behind him. “I-Me and Ravi were having…drinks,” Albert says, Bobby shares a look with his wife, apparently her hunch about that had been right, her smile is a small ‘told you so’ one.  “Without the rest of us?” Chim asks outraged and oblivious to the blatant lie. Bobby fights back a smile.  “Chim,” Hen says and Bobby can practically see her head shake without turning around, “Maybe there was a reason why they didn’t want us there.” “It is because we’re old? Because I’ll let you know I can still-” -The elevator dings as they arrive on the third floor, interrupting Chimney's rant and reminding them all why they were there.

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#first time writing bobby's pov and god it was so hard #I'm gonna need to do major edits so it actually is believably him #also I'm jumping between this and my secret fic which I'm writing smut for so its really weird going from #Bobby turns to take in a frazzled Eddie Diaz standing there hands flat on the top of the desk and hair looking like he’s been running a han #to #Eddie pulls Buck’s track pants down his dick springs free half hard & already leaking god Eddie loves how messy and wet his boyfriend gets. #9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #thewolvesof1998 writes #buddie fic #fic: they don’t know (your name is already mine) #911 #fuck it friday

[evankinard]

Buck showed an astronomical amount of growth in this episode, from his leadership skills (601) to his professionalism when delivering a baby (season 1) to his ability to separate himself and give the baby away to his real parents despite his own feelings (the entire donor arc). to say he hasn't shown any growth because he stayed in a relationship that, up until this point, and despite the audience being able to see thematic clues that it won't last in the long run, is very new and despite the one hiccup that got resolved with a genuine apology he has not had any reason to turn away from, is a disservice to his character and also just. unfair

#HES NOT GONNA SEE THAT SHES A DEATH DOULA AND BE LIKE. oooh this must be foreshadowing #she's nice and pretty and genuinely apologized. why should he give it a go?? the alternative is stay single which. #why would he if he likes her? even looking through a buddie lens at this point 1. either he knows he loves eddie or 2. he doesn't yet #option 1 its not like eddie's getting down on one knee rn and he's rejecting him what's he gonna do pine away while eddie calls marisol? #and option 2 he doesn't know he loves eddie he doesn't know that's an option so. nice pretty woman? why the fuck not #and frankly if this was the series finale I would have killed myself if everyone was happy and moving on and all buck got #was giving away the donor baby and learning to have peace in solitude fuck that put him with a shallow love interest #911 spoilers #911 fox #911 abc #evan buckley