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skepsiss · 11 days

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Post season 4 steddie fic with Steve helping Eddie recover? Like after hospital and he's technically "healed" but he's having trouble. Learning to walk again, shaky hands, sharp pains, things like that

I love them sm

I love them too, anon. This premise is like so many of my story premises for them, so I will try my best to keep it short cause I can see this getting way out of hand, oops. Lol. **Note, you can send me steddie prompts too! Anyone can** (tumblr keeps messing with this post and putting the read more WAY farther down. Forgive me) The idea behind this is they're not together, and neither of them quite knows that they have feelings for the other. Sort of... the blooming of a crush. Early, early stages of Steddie. -- "I can do it," Eddie said harshly as he attempted to pull himself out of the chair he had been lounging in. Steve stood there, arms hovering around the perimeter of the armchair, as Eddie struggled to stand. Maybe Steve had been a bit too attentive as of late, but Eddie had only been home from the hospital for a little over a week. After the accident, recovery hadn't been easy for Eddie--or Max for that matter, but while Max was still in hospital recovering, Eddie had been discharged back to the care of his uncle. Of course, Wayne was ecstatic to have Eddie back home, but with hospital bills and having to replace half of their trailer, Wayne didn't have a lot of time to spend at home. The Party had been volunteering around the clock to check in and help Eddie, but Steve had noticed that Eddie allowed very few of them to actually help him. Steve was one of those people, and even then, it was a fight. Eddie did not in fact 'do it,' as he tried to support his weight on his arms and stand. Instead, he managed to get up and then promptly collapse to the side, clinging to the armrest to stop himself from hitting the floor.

"Hey, woah--" Steve breathed, hunching to catch Eddie by one of his elbows.

Eddie snatched his arm away, looking frustrated and embarrassed as he kneeled on the ground. "Eddie, just let me help," Steve encouraged, sounding a bit exasperated as he tried to look Eddie in the face. "Don't mother-hen me," Eddie huffed, obviously trying to contain his emotions. He sounded on the verge of yelling, or like he was about to start weeping, but Steve tried to ignore that. He didn't need to embarrass Eddie any further. "Can I at least grab your cane for you?" Steve asked, sighing as he stood back up. Eddie took a moment, and then nodded, breathing out a gruff 'yeah,' without looking up. Steve moved to the door and grabbed the cane that Dustin had brought over a few days ago--one The Party had decorated and glued a dragon's head to the top of to make it 'cool.' Eddie had liked it, but he still didn't seem keen to use it.

Steve handed Eddie his walking stick and he grumbled before attempting to get his feet under himself again. "Just let me help," Steve said quietly, not stepping forward like he had before, but still standing there expectantly. "I need to be able to do it myself--" Eddie grouched, barely managing to get up onto wobbly knees and stand. "No you don't," Steve scolded, "not this early on---Eddie, you were in a hospital bed for over a month, you don't have the strength to do it by yourself." "Elaborate way to call me an uncoordinated nerd," Eddie huffed, obviously trying to inject some levity into the conversation.

"That's not what I'm saying," Steve sighed, keeping close attention to Eddie as he slowly started to pivot. "Just let me---" Eddie started as he tried to take a step forward and wobbled terribly. Steve was at his side instantly, catching Eddie around the waist and arm, stopping him from hitting the ground again. Eddie stilled in Steve's arms before Steve heard a small whine escaping him, that eventually turned into an angry snarl. "Don't---just--" Eddie complained, trying to pull away again, but not having the footing or the strength to break Steve's grip as he jerked back. "Just let me do it--" The threat of tears was evident again as Steve saw the frustration well up in Eddie's eyes. He didn't want to force Eddie, but this was getting ridiculous. "Why is it so important that you do it? I can help, Eddie. That's why I'm here, just let---" "Because you're not always going to be here!" Eddie snapped angrily, cutting Steve off. He looked away again but stopped struggling against Steve's grip, instead standing there with his face turned toward the ground like a dejected child. "What're you..." Steve trailed off, trying to grasp at Eddie's meaning. He didn't like how emotional this was making Eddie, and he didn't like that he wasn't able to help him. Whether that was with walking or feeling better. "You're not always going to be here..." Eddie repeated, his tone much softer as he continued to hold onto Steve, still unable to stand on his own.

"We'll... I'll be here for as long as you need," Steve tried, still not understanding what Eddie meant. "No--you... how long is it going to take for me to be normal again? A month? Five? What if it's never? What if I don't get better? You're not always---I'm not going to make any of you put your lives on hold so I can stand up and go take a fucking piss," Eddie gritted out, his voice getting tight at the end, his emotions obviously raw. Steve quieted as he stood there, understanding what Eddie meant, but not agreeing. He had to imagine that being immobilized by an injury would drive him insane too, and he understood to a degree how deregulating it was not to be able to do everything he demanded of his own body. Recovery was slow, and hard, and Eddie wasn't going to have an easy go of it, but pushing himself wasn't going to help.

"That's stupid," Steve said bluntly, watching as Eddie looked up at him, completely surprised by his words. "You almost died, Eddie. No one other than some action hero from a bad B-movie is going to recover that fast. You're just going to make it worse. You have to rebuild the muscles, man. Learn to walk properly; there isn't a point in doing it if you're going to teach yourself to do it wrong, and then have to correct yourself over and over. You'll probably hurt yourself. It'll be painful, man." Eddie seemed shocked silent by Steve's words, still hanging there as he stared. "Isn't it the same with music? You practice and practice the same string over and over again until you get it right? And then you have to practice the right way or you're never going to do it?" Steve asked, watching Eddie inhale unevenly. "Eddie... none of us are going to abandon you, that's not what we do. I'm not going to make you do this by yourself." Eddie looked away again, a choked-sounding laugh escaping him as he let his hair tumble in front of his face to hide his emotions. Steve didn't stare, instead trying to look across the room to give Eddie a bit of privacy. He knew this wasn't easy, and the emasculation of being unable to do anything by yourself had to suck, so Steve tried to preserve as much of Eddie's dignity as he could manage. "Yeah... like learning a new chord," Eddie swallowed, his voice sounding rough.

He took another beat before trying to stand up on his own again, leaning heavily on his cane, but not letting go of Steve's arm either. "Going to ruin your summer--I don't want to be a burden," Eddie breathed, obviously trying to sound a little jokey, despite his words. "You're not a burden," Steve replied easily, shifting to stand beside Eddie to help him walk toward the hall of the trailer. "What else am I doing with my summer? Swim? Actually, might be good to get you to swim. Low impact, but great muscle strengthening. Probably be good for you to swim." "I can't swim," Eddie laughed, his tone bittersweet and laced with a much deeper emotion. "I'll teach you," Steve offered, not putting too much stock in his own words. "I used to teach kids to swim all the time during the summer back in '83 and '84. It's easy." Eddie went quiet again as he took careful step after careful step down the hall toward the washroom. "Yeah... okay," Eddie mumbled quietly as he leaned on the door handle and breathed hard from the effort of walking just that short distance.

"Okay?" Steve repeated, "Hallelujah, he compromises." Steve said sarcastically as he helped Eddie slide the door aside. "Man, shut up," Eddie grouched, but he sounded charmed by the gentle tease. "What're you going to get mad about now? Not holding my dick while I piss?" "Grow up," Steve retorted, trying to sound friendly. Eddie laughed and Steve helped him as far as the sink before letting go. "Don't fall over, and don't try and stand. Just sit down, you're still recovering, man." "Don't tell me how to use the toilet, Harrington. You're not my nurse-maid," Eddie grouched, able to wobble from the sink edge to brace on the back of the toilet. "You're lucky I'm not, probably would have sedated you by now if that was the case," Steve teased again, getting another small laugh from Eddie before he turned to leave the room. "Holler if you need something." "Harrington..." Eddie mumbled, and Steve paused at the door as he held it open. "Don't... thanks... thank you." "Don't worry about it," Steve smiled, "any time man... really. Any time, I don't mind hanging out with you at all." Eddie glanced over at him, and Steve flashed him another smile before sliding the door shut and walking back down the hall. He leaned there, waiting for Eddie to call him back over when he needed him. None of this was easy, and he didn't blame Eddie for having a hard time with it. He wanted Eddie to get his freedom back as soon as possible, but he truly didn't mind hanging around with Eddie whenever he wanted him there. He liked it, actually. He liked feeling needed and helpful, and Steve liked the idea of teaching Eddie to swim. He owed a lot to Eddie, and he had meant it when he said he wasn't going to abandon him. A month, five, forever... Steve didn't plan on abandoning Eddie for anything.

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yellowdevilkitten · 5 months

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so I read this fic, this fic, and this fic lol and it totally melted my brain and then I started thinking and this happened lol.

Carol hasn’t had a family get together since December of ‘83 and she hasn’t talked to Steve longer. Which would make this get together very odd. Carol honestly wouldn’t have gone if her mother hadn’t made her. She’s fuming because not only is she forced to be here she’s forced to watch Steve be happy, it’s not like she doesn’t want him to be happy it’s just very upsetting to see him be happy without her or Tommy. So instead of walking up to her cousin and ex friend to just talk she sits in her chair and glares at him.

When Steve had been informed about the get together he internally grimaces, thankfully he didn’t have to listen to his parents talk for long since he had work. Which he then could bitch to Robin about. “How can a family reunion be that terrible?” Robin questions, popping a piece of candy in her mouth. Steve groans and lifts his head slightly staring at Robin. He’s surprised she hasn’t caught on yet, unless,

“wait you don’t know?” Steve lifts his head up fully staring unblinkly at robin trying to figure out if she is joking or not.

“uhhh no I do not know, but do tell.” She gets this giddy look in her eyes pushing the box of candy off the counter he wrinkles his nose knowing he’s going to have to clean it up later since Robin hates sweeping.

“It’s hard to explain,” Steve starts knowing damn well it’s not hard to explain quit the opposite really. Not that hard to tell his best friend that his old friend is actually his cousin. “Well actually it’s not that hard just difficult- nope still not that right wording-“

“Steve it’s alright if you don’t want to tell me.” Robin smiles at him reassuringly.

“carol’s my cousin.” He mumbles out in a rush. He immediately clocks when robins face goes from confusion to shock.

“Perkins?” Steve nods.

“if you want I could come, be some support or Eddie could come too, maybe the get away driver when she comes near.” She starts to ramble her rambling making Steve feel instantly better.

“I think I need to do this alone and my family would immediately think you were my girlfriend.” Steve smiles at her.

“I’m okay being your girlfriend to make you feel better.” Robin rolls her eyes as to say he’s being a dingus.

“aww thanks Robbie.” He coos at her which immediately makes her hit him on the shoulder.

Carol has managed to not talk to anybody at this get together. Avoiding meeting Steve’s eyes, she was successful until her aunt(Steve’s mother) decided they needed to resolve their differences. She sees her mother snickering with her. Carol rolls her eyes when Steve sits next to her.

“Y’know I don’t want to be here as much as you do.” He isn’t looking at her when he says this.

“That supposed to make me feel better, because it doesn’t, great to know your only cousin closes to you doesn’t even want to see you.” She rolls her eyes and blows a bubble with her gum.

“right sorry, look I’m sorry for how I left you and Tommy.” Steve still doesn’t look at her when saying this and it pisses her off.

“it’s in the past, past it.” She shrugs, she isn’t past it far from it actually. She wants to shake Steve and ask him why he doesn’t talk to them anymore, to her. Carol hates to admit it but she misses her cousin he was one of her best friends growing up, them both growing up as only children. She didn’t have anyone else sure she had her mom and dad but Steve was her only friend before he met Tommy and she fell for him.

“just know I’m still here if you need me.” Steve taps her shoulder three times like when they were younger then gets up and goes across the room to talk to one of their cousin from out of state.

Carol frowns and goes back to moping.

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sataniquepanique · 2 years

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Deep in the Heart of Texas

Summary: You meet a stranger at a hotel bar during a work trip, and now you can't get him out of your head.

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Mentions of drinking/being intoxicated.

A/N: This is in an older!Eddie timeline, around 30 years old, same as reader. I'm currently traveling for work and wrote this after literally sitting alone at my hotel bar reading a new D&D manual on my phone and feeling like a loser. Enjoy lol

Texas wasn’t as bad as everyone up north makes it out to be. Yeah, it’s hot as fuck even though autumn had officially started this week, but the atmosphere and the people generously made up for it. Austin was one of the coolest places your job had taken you to so far, a three-day business trip in a quirky, artsy city. After a morning filled with meetings and conferences, you took a few hours to yourself to explore the bustling downtown area filled with obscure costume shops and kitschy restaurants. The sun was sweltering, casting a hazy glow over the main drag as you wiped a bead of sweat from your brow. The heat was starting to nag at you, along with the exhaustion from your flight last night, and you figure it best to head back to the hotel for the night, but not before stopping to buy a pair of brass bullet earrings from a street vendor. “Handmade local jewelry will always win me over,” you tell him sweetly as you hand over $60 for the earrings and a silver ring carved with delicate filigree that caught your eye at the last minute. The older man smiles politely, handing you a small paper bag with your items.

You aren’t one to nap usually, but the second you saw your carefully made hotel bed you collapse into the plush comforter, instantly falling asleep in its soft marshmallow embrace. When you wake the sun is setting, the small room aglow with a warm amber tone. The little black clock on the nightstand reads 6:32, and your stomach growls as you stretch your arms above your head. Not feeling up for another city walk just yet, you decide on going to the hotel bar to grab something quick for dinner. Shedding your earlier clothes, you opt for a faded Black Sabbath shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and white converse. Patting down your pockets to make sure you have your room key and wallet, you pause feeling like you’re missing something. The bar would be quiet, and you didn’t really feel like talking to anyone (especially strangers), so you quickly grab your beat up D&D manual in the hopes of working on a new campaign.

The hotel bar is relatively empty, save a balding older man seated at the end and a group of four at a table by the large windows. Slipping onto a stool at the opposite end of the mahogany bar, the young bartender flits down to you, tossing a coaster onto the counter and handing over a menu. She’s young, maybe a little younger than you, with large eyes and unruly red hair that’s tied up loosely at the crown of her head. “What can I get ya?” She sings with a smile, eyes sparkling as you glance down at the menu.

“Uh…can I have whatever local lager you have?” You glance up, placing an order for food as the waitress nods in approval.

The bar food left something to be desired, but the beer that the waitress had sent over was phenomenal. After she took away your half eaten plate, you order another lager, cracking open your manual in the process and scanning over the pages you had dog-eared previously. This new campaign was frustrating the shit out of you, you’d been working on it for weeks, and keep getting stuck. On your third beer of the night, and entirely engrossed in your reading, you didn’t notice a man sit down two seats away. You run a defeated hand down your face and close your eyes, trying to get inspired by something, anything. The rhythmic clinking against a glass stirs your attention, and you look over to see the man tapping along to an Elton John song playing over the bar speakers, his ringed fingers dancing in the low lighting. He notices your glance in the mirror behind the bar, and offers a small grin in return, turning towards your direction ever so slightly. He was cute, long dark curls framed his angular face, the hint of dark circles under his deep chocolate eyes like he hadn’t slept properly in a few days. Your eyes quickly flash to the patches on his denim vest, a smile playing at the corner of your mouth as you see a few of your favorite bands adorning the lapel.

“Holy shit—is that a D&D manual?” He leans towards you, picking the book up slightly to get a look at the cover. You pull it back defensively, looking at him out of your peripheral.

“Yes? Is that a problem?” You blush, embarrassed a little at his tone.

His eyes widen as he realizes how forward he was being. “Oh, no, absolutely not. I’m sorry…” He puts a hand up in surrender, making you soften a bit. “I just uh, I play a lot with my friends back home so it’s nice to see someone else that’s into it.”

He looks down at his drink, swirling the bottle around nervously as the two of you avoid eye contact. A sudden pang in your chest makes you feel guilty for being so rude to this poor guy, he was just trying to be friendly and you had immediately put up a brick wall to shut him out.

“I’m getting stuck,” you blurt out, smoothing a hand over the open page of your manual. Looking straight ahead into the mirror, you meet his eyes staring back at you. Those deep dark eyes are confused, searching yours for further explanation.

“I’ve been trying to map out a new campaign for my party, and I keep getting stuck somewhere in the middle. I know where it starts, and I know sort of where I want it to go, but the details are tripping me up.” You turn to face him now, shifting your full body on the barstool. It’s brief, but you catch it, the light that sparks from behind his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” He beams, obviously trying to play it cool. “You’re a DM? I haven’t met many girls who play D&D, let alone take on the position of Dungeon Master.”

The confession makes you laugh a little, you not-so-secretly loved to prove men wrong and step into their so-called ‘territory’. “Yeah, I DM for a party back home. It’s me and six of my friends from back in high school.”

He smiles back at you, slowly scooting into the barstool directly next to yours. “And where exactly is home, Dungeon Master?”

“Pittsburgh. And it’s Mistress actually—Dungeon Mistress.” The title comes out almost as a growl, unintentional but not unwanted.

His eye widen, quickly focusing his attention on the manual in front of you. Pulling it closer towards him, he fingers through the dog-eared pages. “So tell me what you have so far, maybe I can help…”

God, he was really cute when he was flustered.

As you try to push that thought from your mind, you quickly walk him through the general plan for your campaign, while he tries to pull as much information out of you as he can. When you finally finish, he sits quietly, hand stroking his chin in thought.

“Okay, so generally, I love where you’re headed with this,” He starts. “And I see how you’re getting stuck, but I think there’s also a bunch of ways we can proceed. It just depends on how brutal you want to get with this campaign.”

You eyes narrow as they meet his, a devilish smile pulling at the corner of your lips. “Oh, I want it to be torture.”

His pupils dilate as he grins back, “That’s my girl.”

Two beers later, both of you were huddled over the bar making annotations in the margins of your battered D&D manual. Between the planning and brainstorming, you had learned a lot about each other, sharing your professions and backgrounds. Eddie was on a tour stop with his band, only passing through until tomorrow when they head out to Louisiana. You weren’t familiar with Corroded Coffin, but he was kind enough to give you a copy of their newest album to check out. You told him about your work, the autumn travel season, and bits of your life back home in Pittsburgh. It was easy to talk to him, his lighthearted demeanor breaking down every wall you had initially put up. In the back of your mind there was a nagging feeling, a slight twinge of sadness that you wouldn’t see him again after this one small encounter. If you’re honest, you’d love to have him be a more permanent fixture; collaborating on campaigns, swapping music, maybe even seeing him play live eventually. As you find yourself clinging to those thoughts, the realization that you’re a little drunk surfaces. Eddie slams his bottle down in front of you playfully, grinning mischievously.

“Another one?” His eyes sparkle, a little bloodshot from his own respective buzz. You couldn’t say no to that smile.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Munson?” You accuse with a playful grin.

Eddie scoffs, sucking on his teeth. “I’m trying to have a good time, whether or not you join me is completely up to you.”

You bite your lip in thought. Another drink sounds like a bad idea, seeing as how your departing flight is at 7:00am the next morning, but spending more time with Eddie seems like the best thing in the world right now.

You nod definitively at him. “Fuck it.”

As the night progresses, so do your feelings for Eddie. It’s like you two had been friends for years, not some random stranger you met at a hotel bar hours ago. He had gotten more touchy as the drinks kept flowing, moving a piece of hair out of your face, placing a hand on your lower back as someone brushed past, each touch sending warm waves coursing through your body.

God you wanted him.

As you nursed your seventh—fuck—ninth maybe?—beer, Eddie grabs your hand that is resting on the bar to take a look at your rings.

“These are cool…” he trails off as he spins the little ouroboros on your middle finger, followed by the silver planchette on your index.

The feeling of his fingers on yours sends an electric shock through your body. You stare at his own silver adorned hand, silently fantasizing about what they would look like around your neck as he fucks you stupid.

“I actually bought a new one today from a street vendor,” your brain wasn’t even working anymore, the words coming out of your mouth were bold and 100% a byproduct of the current situation happening in your pants. “I have it up in my room if you want to come check it out, it’s hand carved and super intricate, you’d love it.”

As much as you wanted this to go in another direction, you tried your best to keep your voice innocent and soft.

If Eddie felt the same, he didn’t show it, just sucking down the remainder of his beer and smiling back at you. “Sure thing, doll. I’d love to.”

After tossing down cash for the bartender, Eddie follows you out towards the elevator, placing his hand on your lower back to guide you inside once the doors opened. There’s a few other people in the elevator, and the two of you end up separated by an older couple. The elevator dings at each floor as it climbs, it feels like it’s crawling as you wait in silence. You lean back slightly to glance at Eddie, and he sticks his tongue out playfully. You bite your lip to keep from giggling out loud like a teenager.

Finally the 15th floor arrives, and both of you depart the small confines and out into the carpeted hallway. Eddie sighs and throws an arm around your shoulders like he hadn’t seen you in ages as you dig through your pockets for your key. After fumbling around trying to unlock the door for a few minutes, the lock clicks and you push it open with your foot, looking back to smile at Eddie triumphantly.

He immediately crosses the small room to the window and rips the curtains open. “Oh wow…” he muses. “…you got a way better view than I did.”

You giggle openly, still feeling the effects of the alcohol radiating through your system. “What floor are you on?”

Eddie flops down onto the king sized bed, leaning back on his arms. “Second. I just get to stare at a super cool parking lot.”

“You can always stay up here, I mean, I’m only here another night, but it’s a better change of scenery.” There it was again, the boldness breaking through all of your better judgement. You sit next to Eddie on the bed, suddenly feeling self conscious about your offer. He reaches over and places a hand over yours, a delicious mix of warm skin and cold steel.

“Are you proposing a sleepover?” He places his other hand over his heart, feigning innocence. Unable to find words, and taken aback by his beauty in the dim light, you just giggle and nod.

He scoots closer to you on the bed, hand trailing up your arm and over the length of your spine, finally resting on the back of your neck.

“…and what do you propose we do at this sleepover?” His voice was low and gruff as he inched his face closer to the side of your neck.

Your breath hitches as you feel him flex his fingers on the back of your head. Slowly you turn to look at him, seeing his large eyes blown out and almost completely black. You’d never seen anything more beautiful. You snake a hand over his thigh, squeezing lightly. His sharp intake of breath is all the confidence you need.

“…anything you want.” You whisper.

In an instant Eddie is picking you up onto his lap as you tangle your hands in his hair. He kisses you like a man starved, tongue and teeth and passionate chaos. Two strong hands hold onto your hips, pushing and grinding them against him.You inhale every single one of his moans, pulling his hair to coax him to release more. Sitting back to catch your breath, you push him to lay back onto the bed, ripping your shirt off as he watches breathlessly. His hands reach up to massage your chest as you lean back down to kiss his jawline. You quickly shoot back up, eyes wide and mouth open in discovery.

“Oh my god I totally forgot to show you that ring! That’s literally the entire reason we came up here—“

Eddie stares at you like you’ve just ripped off your entire skin in front of him.

“—that’s not the reason we came up here and you know it.”

You move to get off of his lap to grab the ring, rambling about something as Eddie grabs your waist to force you back down. He places both hands on the side of your head, forcing you to look at him. “I could give less of a shit about the ring right now. All I want to think about is you for the night.”

Your body softens, trailing a hand down his chest as you lean forward to give him a soft kiss in response.

When you wake up the next morning, Eddie is gone. The opposite side of the bed where he had slept is still slightly warm. You bury your face in his pillow, inhaling his scent and feeling your heart break a little. You knew going into this that it wasn’t permanent, but somehow Eddie had crawled into your soul and made a spot for himself, a spot that now felt like a gaping hole in your chest.

The airport was close to the hotel, so you could leave about a hour before takeoff and be there in time. You throw on a pair of jeans and your old Nightmare on Elm Street tee, zipping up your suitcase and doing a one over of the room to make sure you hadn’t forgotten to pack anything up. On the table by the closet there was a note next to the coffee machine, weighed down by a shiny silver skull-shaped ring.

Sorry to leave so early, gotta get back on the road. Last night was amazing, I wish we could spend more time together. Tour stops in Pittsburgh in 2 months, I’d love to see you. ~ Eddie

You folded up the note and tucked it into your backpack, looping the heavy ring onto your necklace for safe keeping.

Landing in Pittsburgh was depressing. The overcast sky painted the city a muted gray, washing out every bit of color and creating a monotoned landscape that you were already eager to get away from. You missed Austin, the warmth, the art, the people. Most of all you missed Eddie.

When you get into your car at the airport lot, you remember the Corroded Coffin cd in your backpack. You heart rate is through the roof as you push the disc into the slot on your cars dashboard, watching as it automatically sucks it in and hearing the familiar whirring of the rotation. A beat of silence gives you little time to prepare yourself to hear his voice radiating from your speakers. The sound makes you gasp. Raspy and aggressive and beautiful, you listen to the album in its entirety, taking the backroads home to give yourself more time.

Over the next few weeks, you play Corroded Coffin’s album on repeat, surprised you haven’t burnt it out completely. With each play, your memories of that night in the hotel flash through your mind, more often that not resulting in having to relieve yourself alone in your bedroom.

Eddie flipping you over in his strong, tattoo covered arms, kissing you as he slowly pushes into your warmth. The stretch of your walls as he picks up his pace, sinking deeper and deeper with each thrust. You remember the carnal lust that started out the encounter, morphing fluidly into something softer, something akin to lovemaking. Eddie peppered your face and neck with kisses as he pulls your hips to meet his, the two of you chanting each others name like an erotic prayer. You remember the kiss he gave you as he crossed the threshold and gave into his release, how deep and sensual it was, like you were long-lost lovers reunited.

You had it marked on your calendar for two months, the day Corroded Coffin made their way to the Steel City. They were set to play a venue downtown, known for showcasing metal and hardcore bands primarily. You were nervous, having made a complete disaster zone of your bedroom trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Not wanting to look too desperate, but also look somewhat sexy, you eventually settle on a black mini dress paired with combat boots and your trusty leather jacket. Eddie’s ring hung from your neck, nestled right above your heart; you hadn’t taken it off since Austin.

The venue was crowded, people spilling out of the doors onto the sidewalk waiting to get inside. After getting your hand stamped, you grab a beer at the small bar in the back and take a spot against the back wall of the venue. The moment the lights dim you hold your breath. You can see the silhouettes of the band members pass by the low lights adorning the stage floor, unable to pin point which one was him just yet. A disembodied voice comes through the microphone, making your heart soar.

“Hi. We’re Corroded Coffin.”

The stage lights roar to life as they immediately start playing their first song, thrashing around onstage to the driving beat. He was still beautiful, same wild dark curls and infectious smile. You couldn’t help but grin as you watch his fingers expertly dance over his guitar, remembering how he had used them on you a few months ago.

You spend the entire show against the back, hidden in the darkness so Eddie wouldn’t notice you. You’re not even sure if he would want to see you honestly, would he even care that you showed up tonight? When the show ends, you exit out the side door and notice a gaggle of girls crowded around near the vans parked out back. Those same familiar curls are visible over their heads, bent down talking to them and laughing while he signs an autograph on one of their cds. Jealously nips at your heart, until you get a closer look at his face. He wasn’t looking at them like he had looked at you that night.

You squeeze past the girls towards the front of their group, undetected by Eddie as he distractedly takes a photo with another person to your left.

“Can I have your autograph Mr. Munson?” Your desire is apparent in the purr of your voice, making Eddie snap his head in your direction. A toothy smile breaks through his face, and you can see the same look in his eyes that he had back at that small hotel bar. He gives back the pen in his hand to one of his fans, turning his attention solely on you. You can hear some of the girls whining for his autograph, but they’re all quickly tuned out as he reaches up to brush a stray piece of hair off your face, cupping his hand to your cheek as he takes in your features.

“I’m glad you came out,” He notices the ring resting on your chest and plays with it, visibly pleased that you had held onto it. “Wanna go get a drink?”

You beam back at him, knowing full well what happened last time the two of you shared a few drinks. “That depends, are you going to leave again without saying a proper goodbye like last time?”

He slings a leather clad arm around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head affectionately. “Nah, we’re off for the next few days so it looks like you might be stuck with me.”

You try to play it cool as he escorts you back into the bar, but the butterflies in your stomach were wreaking havoc, ecstatic to be back with the mysterious stranger that had burrowed his way into your heart.

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octoberobserver · 4 years

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Reddie 7, 8, 10.

Hey Nonnie! Thanks for the ask :D

Reddie Boys:

7) Which is the worse driver - Richie. I mean, he’s gay and he can’t–no jk, lol. But seriously, despite his chronic case of Road Rage™ and crashing his car that time Mike called him, Eddie is a fantastic driver. The amount of shit he has dealt with driving in New York for over a decade, made him vigilant as hell and able to maneuver any hazard (and jackass that got his licence from a cereal box) like nobody’s business.

Richie on the other hand, has been coasting down L.A. with absolutely no regard for the rules of the road for years, but in a less…tactical way than Eddie. He’s just…bad with navigating and driving at the same time. Google Maps is a lying liar who lies and he can’t be held accountable for taking wrong turns and being stuck on the freeway for an extra 45 minutes, okay? Not his fault that he underestimated the amount of time he’d need and like…traffic and shit. He’s never been in a serious accident, or anything, a few fender-benders here and there, but still. His focus while driving can be a little…lacking. There’s interesting shit happening down Sunset Boulevard, you know? He likes to people watch for his show and sometimes forgets that he’s operating heavy machinery at the time. That and he loves to chug coffee and switch stations on the radio while steering with his knees. Why else would he had been made so tall if his legs are not there as extensions of his hands?!

8) What do they argue about? - What don’t they argue about, more like. Arguing is basically their love-language. Always has been. But it’s always over stupid shit and nearly always their very own brand of foreplay. ‘No Richie, we are abso-fucking-lutely not calling our dog, Penny, okay? I don’t care about how cool ‘Penny the pom’ sounds. No fucking way!’ ‘Christ, Eds, calm down. It was just a joke about how fuckin’ dumb I was at thirteen, okay? Everyone loves a bit of Trashmouth self-deprecation.’

That’s not to say that they haven’t had serious fights, though. Just two over the course of their relationship. And both were in instances where their safety was at play. The first, just after Eddie’s…injury…when he was recovering, newly-separated and newly-moved-in-to-Richie’s-condo. He had pushed himself too far, had passed out on the living room floor when Richie was out buying groceries. Richie had come back, twenty-five minutes later to see him sprawled out and unresponsive and freaked the fuck out. ‘What the fuck were you thinking, you idiot?! Are you trying to die again?! Because I...I can’t handle that, Eds. I can’t. Please. I don’t...I don’t wanna sound like Sonia or Myra, I really don’t but...please, be more careful. You’re strong, you’re so strong. But you’re not infallible.’

The second was when Richie mouthed off to the wrong person after one of his gigs. Eddie was used to Trashmouth’s brand of pissing people off but…he just didn’t stop. He kept going and kept going and…ended up in the hospital. He didn’t mean to victim-blame, he really didn’t. He was just so fucking scared. When he saw that giant asshole pick up the bottle and clock Richie over the head with it - his heart stopped. ‘What the fuck, Richie?! You just couldn’t let it go, could you? He didn’t even really insult me, for God’s sake. But no. You had to just keep pushing and pushing. He was a fucking giant! Are you trying to get yourself killed, Trashmouth?! I don’t need you to fight my corner for me, asshole. Especially if it means you getting your ass handed to you! He could have fucking killed you and where...where would we be then? What...what would I do? You scared the shit outta me.’

They made up almost instantly both times. After long, long discussions about who they are and what they mean to each other.

10) What TV shows do they watch together, and which ones do they hide from each other - I’ve answered this here.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #Anonymous #headcanon #asks #lovely anons

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anodyne-sunflower · 7 years

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Eddie K. May RP (Part 1)

A/N: I got a few requests to post the entire thing. So, enjoy if ya haven’t read it yet, or enjoy if ya wanna reread. ❤️Thanks to @acunningstargazer for recording the entire thing lol otherwise I’d be screwed in going back to look for them…..

~Eddie/Nova~

Nova pulled up to Eddie’s house, the sound of tires over gravel broke the quietness of the early afternoon. She swung the door of her beat up car open and jumped out. She straightened her shirt and pulled down her shorts that rode up as she was driving and headed toward the front door. She pulled open the screen and pounded her fist at the worn door.

“Eddie! I’m here! Lets go eat!” She shouted. Nova waited a minute before raising her hand to knock again when the door flew open. She really shouldn’t have been surprised to see a petite, bottle blonde woman standing there wearing a flannel slightly too big and masculine for her. It was the flannel she had given Eddie for his birthday last year she noted.

“Who are you?” Came the nasally, accusing voice of the blonde. Nova rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh before shoving past the smaller girl and into her best friend’s house. It smelled like cigarettes and whiskey and familiarity. She looked around to see Eddie coming out of his room in nothing but his boxers, rubbing his eye, hickies decorating his neck. He looked up and made eye contact with Nova. She raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘Really?’ and gave him a pointed look.

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Eddie looked over to his friend, a huge grin stretching across his lips as he leaned against the doorway to his room. “Well shit, darlin’…I wasn’t expecting you till the afternoon.”

“Eddie, who in the hell is this?!”

The cowboy turned his gaze to the blonde woman, her hands on her hips as she frowned his way. He could feel the jealousy rolling off her in waves, but he simply smirked at her, running a hand through his messy hair.

“You’re still here?”

She gasped at his rude behavior, stomping off into his room, and yelling at him about this and that, not that Eddie paid much mind. “You’d think they get the idea of a fuckin’ hook up, huh?”

He smiled at Nova, clearly not realizing he was in fact late to be ready.

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Nova rolled her eyes, a common action she did around Eddie. She walked over and plopped down on his couch and propped her cowboy boot covered feet on his coffee table and crossed one tan leg over the other. “Bringing home strays again?” He was about to answer when the blonde came back out, dressed, with her shoes in her hands. She glared daggers at Nova and then turned to Eddie.

“Baby, don’t you want to hang out with me today rather than…that?” She gestured to the woman on the couch. Nova snorted in amusement.

“Sweetness I am about 30 seconds away from dragging you out by your overly bleached, split ended head and run you over with my truck.” She drawled out casually and stared her down. It was a stare she had given Eddie many times. It was quite intimidating and, to be honest, kind of a scary look. The blonde squeaked and rushed out the door. Nova smirked and chuckled to herself and looked at Eddie.

“You do realize it is 2 in the afternoon, cowboy? You have five minutes before I leave you here to get food by myself.”

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Eddie looked after his latest hook up, smirking as she left in a huff and shot him one last angry glance. It’s not like he expected much, but he usually tried to give them money for a taxi or something. But, hell, this worked too.

“You got a habit of scarin’ them off all the time, darlin’.”

He ran a hand through his hair, heading back to his bedroom so he could shower.

“Hold your fuckin’ horses, I’ll be ready in a minute. The hell you takin’ me anyway?” His voice trailed off as he went deeper into his room.

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"Don’t tell me you’re complaining. At least when I scare them off you don’t have to deal with them pitifully begging to stay.” Nova rolled her eyes. She would have thought that after years of the same routine this wouldn’t have been a surprise to Eddie. She brought her legs off the coffee table and took her curly hair out of its regular pony tail. The tightness had started to give her a headache.

“Come on Eddie, where do you think i’m taking you if I said I was hungry? I swear you wouldn’t be able to figure out how to pour water out of a boot even if the instructions were on the bottom of the shoe.”

She shouted loud enough for him to hear her over the water of the shower. She heaved herself up and decided to make herself useful and pick up the empty whiskey and beer bottles that littered the kitchen. Once that was done she filled a glass up with water and grabbed some pain reliever from her purse and swallowed the tablets hoping the ache in her head would go away. That blonde’s screeching didn’t help. She leaned back against the counter and waited for her friend to finish getting ready. According to the clock on the wall he had two minutes.

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Eddie laughed from the shower, rolling his eyes at her attitude. It never failed to amuse him at how blunt the woman could be, especially when it came to his many vices. “Yeah, yeah, darlin’….” He came out of the bedroom, rubbing a towel on his head as he eyed her from under it. He had that same mischievous stare, and he grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the table as he sat on the couch. He was only in his jeans, and he winked over at his friend. “Why you in such a fuckin’ rush?” He took a long drag, blowing the smoke towards her just to piss her off, a normal occurrence for him.

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Nova frowned, her nose wrinkled, and she brought a hand up to fan away the gray smoke. Cigarette smoke did not help her headache and she hoped that the pain reliever would soon kick in. She groaned and fell back on the couch, her head landing in Eddie’s lap.

"I get enough dick without you acting like one.” She said to him with a straight face. She reached up and flicked his nose in annoyance.

"Eddie, for fuck’s sake, I am hungry.” As if to prove her point her stomach growled.

"Nothing comes between a woman and food. You should know that.” She rolled her eyes and traced some patterns on his freckled arms absentmindedly.

"And because of all the trauma you put me through this morning, you’re paying, cowboy.”

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He scoffed at her dramatic use of words, and rolled his eyes as he leaned his head back against the couch. “Trauma, huh?” He was amused though, you’d think the woman would be used to his behavior by now.

"Well, why don’t you fuckin’ stop complaining and we can go get something to eat.”

He reached over to the table, grabbing his hat and putting it on. “Come on, darlin’.” He nudged at her arm, trying to push her off of him.

He got up, taking his pack of cigs with him as he went to change fully before heading out, though he wasn’t sold on paying for their meal.

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She smiled smugly at her success of getting him up and ready in record time. She loved to tease him. Patience was never one of Nova’s virtues. She got up off the couch, grabbed her bag, and they both headed out the door to her car, Nova in the drivers seat and Eddie in the passengers. They drove for a while just having witty banter and lots of laughing on Nova’s part. Eventually, they made it to a small diner and she pulled into a parking spot. The pair got out and Nova once again adjusted her shirt and shorts before they entered into the restaurant. She smiled to the waitress and Nova led them to a booth on the other side of the diner. It was nearly empty save for a few men sitting at the counter. The waitress greeted them and handed the pair some menus. Nova scanned hers and looked up briefly at Eddie.

"So what do you wanna do after this?” She laid the menu down and set her head in her hand. The sun shining bright through the window felt so nice to her as it warmed her right side. She adjusted her head slightly so it wouldn’t hurt her eyes.

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Eddie leaned back into the booth, throwing an arm over the top as he watched another waitress leave. He had to admire the woman’s ass, and he smirked at her when she looked back at him, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile.

“You know….I’m startin’ to like this place a little more. Shit food and all.”

He looked back at his friend, smile instantly leaving when she glared at him.

“What?”

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Nova felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy. But she couldn’t figure out why. She had not even realized she was glaring at him. She swallowed and tried to have a neutral expression.

"You’re such a fuckin’ pig.” She attempted at teasing him. She picked up the menu again and Eddie did the same. While he was reading it over she observed him. The light hit his hair just right, making it shine. He always had soft hair. She liked running her fingers through it feeling how silky it was. She loved his green eyes. Green had always been her favorite color and she had always thought the freckles on his skin looked like the constellations they stared at from the bed of his truck. His lips were so wonderfully plump. She wondered what it would be like to-

No. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking or where they had even came from. She had feelings for Eddie. This realization shook her to the core. They had been friends for years. Of course his nightly activities with women had unsettled her but she had just brushed it off as her disliking how he used women like tissues. I guess she knew deep down that her feelings were a bit extreme. Her eyes widened and she hunched down slightly trying to hid behind the menu. Her breaking came a little quicker as she panicked internally. She could feel her cheeks get hot and she hoped her tan skin hid the rosy color.

The waitress came back with two waters and Nova busied herself with taking the wrapper off her straw and sipping her water, both hands gripping the cool glass. She watched Eddie and the waitress’ flirtatious glances and she felt a sadness in the pit of her stomach. She was not Eddie’s type.

*************************************** “The fuck’s grinding your gears, sweetheart?” He laughed, keeping his eyes trained on the waitress. It only became more obvious when she came back with their drinks, and he winked at her biting down on his lip in interest. He turned back to his friend, smile leaving when he found her hiding behind the menu.

He cocked an eyebrow, reaching over the table and grabbing the menu from her hands. He folded it back up, laying it down in front of him as he stared at her. “The fuck’s wrong with you now? You goddamn menstruating or some shit?”

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Her head snapped up, startled by the sudden removal of her menu and stared at Eddie, wide-eyed. She licked her bottom lip and opened her mouth but just as quickly closed it. Usually she would have given him a sarcastic comment, a witty remark, a snarky comeback, something. But she had no words. Instead, she mumbled out a quiet ‘nothing’, taking her glass of water. She took a sip and chewed on the end of the straw, her eyes looking around the restaurant. Anything to distract her from him but they always seemed to come back to Eddie. Her newfound realization startled her and she was trying to process it.

The waitress once again came back to take their, well Eddie’s, food order. It was a lot more flirting and a lot of ignoring of Nova. She cleared her throat and the waitress turned to her annoyed.

"What?” The waitress snapped. Nova clenched her jaw. She wasn’t hungry anymore. She quietly requested toast and the waitress rolled her eyes and turned back to Eddie. Nova put her elbows on the table and rested her head in them. Her fingers rubbed her eyes and temples.

“Mother fuck I need a drink.” She said. It came out louder than she intended. With her hands over her eyes she didn’t even bother looking up. She assumed Eddie was too distracted by the waitress.

*************************************** “Well, why don’t I just pick you up after work?” Eddie leaned closer towards the waitress, smirking up at the girl. Before she could answer though Nova’s words cut her off, and Eddie turned towards his friend, brows furrowing. The waitress looked from Eddie to Nova, before she answered him with a quick ‘sure, honey’ and walked off.

Eddie fell back into the booth, resting his back now against the window so he could stretch his legs out. “Wanna tell me why you need a damn drink in the afternoon? Not that I’m complainin’.”

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"Just…one of those days… I guess?” Nova answered lamely. She really needed to get her emotions in order. She tapped her fingers in a random beat on the table and cleared her throat.

"I’m assuming I’ll just drop you back at your place after this so you can get your car.” Nova said quietly, keeping her eyes on her fingers placed on the tabletop. Jealousy swirled in her stomach and she did what she could to suppress it.

"Did you wanna do something tomorrow or…?” She lifted her chin at the waitress who was making her way over with there food. She placed Eddie’s food down in front of him and all but threw down Nova’s toast.

"Could I get more water please?” Nova asked and the waitress glared and snatched her cup, going to refill it. Nova let out a long exhale through her nose.

"Don’t think she likes me very much.”

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Eddie smirked when she said car, rolling his eyes for what he felt was the hundredth time as he tried to explain the beauty behind his vehicle. “Truck. Not fuckin’ car. Truck. Do I look like some pussy whipped-” before he could finish his sentence Nova cut him off, nodding over at the waitress as she brought his food.

“Thanks, darlin’.” Eddie smiled at the girl, winking up at her as she blushed and smiled back. He had already noticed the bad blood forming between Nova and her, but he was never one to interfere with such bullshit.

He dug into his pancakes, pointing his fork at Nova as he spoke with his mouth full. “Course she don’t like you. You’ve been shootin’ bitchy ass glares her way since we got here.”

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Nova rolled her eyes at his car, truck, whatever, rant. She brought her feet to rest on the booth across from her so she was in a somewhat reclining position and she picked at her toast.

"I didn’t even notice her glares. But then again, most of your sexcapades hate me.” Nova shrugged and looked up at Eddie. She licked her bottom lip and swallowed some burnt toast.

"Do..Do you think you will ever find someone? Not just for sex, I mean. Like a relationship.” Nova couldn’t really remember a time when Eddie had a girlfriend. Just hookups. Fucking. She never understood why. He was certainly attractive enough. Women just flocked to him. She was sure he used his southern charm to his advantage. And Eddie might be rough around the edges but deep down, he was a good person. Although he would never admit it.

Nova finished her toast and put some money on the table. She waited for Eddie to finish his food so Nova could bring him to car. ‘Oh wait.’ She thought, ‘Its a truck. Not a car. He isn’t pussy whipped.’ She smiled, bit her lip, and laughed slightly at her own thoughts.

~End of Part 1~

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