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xoxoladyaz · 11 months

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You're My Heaven, Angel (Paramedic Steve x Rockstar Eddie) - Part 2

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 (Coming Soon)

AN: I just wanted to say a quick THANK YOU to everyone who has been so kind and so supportive of Part 1! I hear you and I, too, want to create a whole series based around this idea. It's a lot of pressure following-up something that's so beloved, but I'm going to give it my best!

Robin must secretly hate Steve.

She must be the most incredible actress in the entire world. She must be the most prolific conman that’s in the business of conman-ing people or whatever. She must have made a blood oath with an elder god during a full moon that no matter how many days or weeks or months or years it took, she would one day make Steve Harrington’s life absolutely miserable. There’s no other reasonable explanation for why she insists on taking the scenic route to Eddie’s room - a scenic route which adds on two additional minutes of travel time instead of heading straight down the hallway (which maybe adds forty seconds tops).

A route which means Steve has to bear two additional minutes of Eddie loudly introducing him to every single doctor, nurse, patient or family member that they come across on the way to his suite. Never mind that Steve’s worked with most of these doctors and nurses for years now, never mind that he actually goes to Sharla’s poker group when he has Thursdays off with the other fifty-something moms on staff (which Robin never ceases to find absolutely hilarious); no, Eddie is all smiles and arm flourishes, loudly – too loudly – proclaiming that they are now in the presence of his angel, his baby, his angel baby, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, his amor, his partner, his husband –

“Congratulations, Steve! I didn’t know you got married!” Sue laughs as the entire production passes by.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolls his eyes. Eddie blows her a noisy kiss before clearing his throat. He takes a deep breath, and –

“I’M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING - ”

“Robin, he’s singing again!”

“I know, dingus, I can hear him.”

“DING DONG, THE BELLS ARE GONNA CHIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEE - ”

Steve turns back, risking a glare at Robin mid-step. “Remind me why we’re going the long way around?”

Robin snorts out a laugh, shit-eating grin firmly in place. “Come on, Stevie, we all need the exercise.”

“ – GET ME TO THE CHURCH ON TIMMMMMEEEE – Stevie? Stevie,” Eddie turns and sighs at Steve and okay, Steve can’t tell if Eddie’s eyes are super dilated because of the probable head trauma or if there’s a weird reflection from the fluorescents, but his eyes are, like, legit sparkling up at him. “Steeeeeevieeeee - ”

“Yep, I’m still here.” Eddie grins, flopping to the side so that their joined hands are resting up against his head. He sighs happily, his feet wiggling under the shock blanket, and it’s not cute Steve stop thinking it’s cute –

“Steve!” He pulls his eyes away just as the gurney comes to a stop in front of Brenda, one of the intake nurses currently on shift. Brenda’s blonde and cute and ethically non-monogamous, but Steve is more of a one and done sort of guy. That doesn’t mean they don’t flirt like crazy anytime they bump into each other, though. (Hey, he’s gotta stay in shape somehow.)

“Looking good today. Is that a new shirt?” She asks with a smirk, her eyes running over his biceps. (It’s not a new shirt, Robin just ran it through the dryer, so it shrunk. Really, he should have gotten rid of it, but it makes his biceps look amazing.)

“Nah, it’s - ”

He has a line. He has a great line. But as soon as he opens his mouth to speak it, he’s cut off by a very loud hissing sound coming from his left and –

Yep, it’s Eddie. Eddie, who’s glaring at Brenda like they’re mortal enemies. Seriously, it’s a good thing he doesn’t have laser eyes like that one superhero guy because if he did, Brenda would be at risk of getting too tan.

“MINE!” Eddie snaps at the end of his hiss and then, all while still maintaining eye contact with Brenda, he yanks Steve’s hand to his mouth and licks it. And not, like, a gentle lick that you’d get from a puppy. No, Eddie licks his hand like he’s trying to give Steve a tongue bath.

(His first instinct should be to pull away, but instead all Steve can think about it Eddie giving him an actual full body tongue bath - )

“Dude!” Steve exclaims when he does finally pull his hand away. (He hears Robin snort under her breath, clearly having caught onto the fact that his brain broke at the whole licking thing and shit, now he’s thinking about it again - )

“No, MINE!” Eddie growls, and Steve barely has a chance to wipe his hand on his pants before Eddie is grabbing it back, clutching it between both of his hands like it’s his special or something. (Special, was that the word that the guy used? The little creepy guy in that one movie? He needs to text Dustin and ask.)

“Aww, I’m glad to see you’ve finally met someone!” Brenda teases.

“Uh, yeah,” Steve replies distractedly, trying (and failing) to shake one of Eddie’s hands off of his hand because now that they’re actually at his suite, he’s going to need them. “Brenda, this is - ”

“The concussion patient from Lollapalooza, Sarah clued me in,” Brenda says, snapping her gum. “Eddie, right?”

Eddie pauses from wrestling with Steve to sniff at Brenda and honestly, as someone who spent way too much time at country clubs as a child because of his parents, Eddie has the whole I’m-better-than-you-you-poor-person-wearing-Adidas expression locked down. “That’s Mister Eddie to you, Briony.”

Briony? “Who’s Briony?”

Robin kicks the gurney forward with an eye roll and suddenly they’re moving into the suite. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dingus.”

Eddie finally manages to tear his eyes away from Brenda. He perks his head up at Steve and once Steve’s face is in his line of sight his expression softens, the sparkles coming back in full force. “And it’s such a pretty head, baby.”

Such a pretty head SUCH A PRETTY HEAD –

“I’ll show you – ow, Robin, seriously?” Steve yelps at Robin’s pinch.

“Stop being horny and help me get him on the bed.”

“I’m - ”

“Don’t listen to her baby, please, please stay horny, and lose the shirt while you’re at it!” Eddie sits up and starts frantically grasping at Steve’s sleeves. “Christ almighty, these arms, arms of heaven, arms of an angel - ”

“Steve!” Robin barks and shit, he needs to focus. He takes advantage of the fact that Eddie let go of his hand to grab at his shirt and darts down to the other end of the gurney. They lift on a count of three, placing Eddie onto the bed and kicking the wheeled cart out of the way. (Eddie makes a loud WHEEEEEEEEE sound and then immediately goes back to demanding that Steve get naked.) Sarah, who’s followed the procession the entire time, grabs the empty cart and wheels it out of the room just as Brenda steps in.

“Well then, Eddie, let’s get started on intake,” Brenda nods, bringing out her iPad. “Are you ready to answer a few questions?”

“No.”

Robin groans and steps to the side, energetically fluffing and reorganizing Eddie’s pillows so he’s seated up. Somehow Eddie is able to lean around Robin’s wide-armed movements and fix Brenda with yet another piercing glare.

Brenda shoots Steve a look before nodding her head at Eddie.

Right.

“Hey, uh, Eddie, we really need to ask you a few questions - ”

“Hand!” Eddie snaps to look at Steve and sticks his hand towards him. He wiggles his fingers a few times before making a grabby motion. “Hand!”

It’s not cute. It’s totally not cute.

Steve sighs but walks back around from the foot of the bed and places his hand gently in Eddie’s. Eddie links their fingers and squeezes tightly. “Uh, how about now, is now okay to ask a few questions?”

Huffing, Eddie looks at their fingers for a few moments before looking upwards at Steve. Their eyes meet and he grins. “Hi angel,” he lets out a pleased sigh. “I missed you.”

Don’t say it don’t say it DON’T SAY IT -

“I missed you too, Eds.”

FUCK.

“Awwwww, my little schmoopers are being all schmoopy-moopy!” Robin sings in her best baby voice. (That’s it, he’s eating the rest of the Chunky Monkey.)

“I’m eating the rest of the Chunky Monkey.”

“Uh, like fuck you are.”

“I'd rather have you eat me,” he hears Eddie whisper and yeah, okay, that’s one he’s just going to choose to ignore for the sake of what little sanity he has left.

“Right, okay,” he hears Brenda try to get things back on track. “About those intake questions - ”

“Oh, don’t worry Nurse Brenda,” the lilting voice of Dr. Suzie Henderson floats into the room. “I can take it from here.”

Steve turns just in time to see Suzie strut into the emergency suite. She shoots Brenda a grateful nod and Brenda, with one last wink to Steve, hands her iPad off to Suzie and heads out of the room.

“Bye Steve!”

“Bye Brenda.”

“Yeah, bye Brittany!”

Suzie has the best laugh in the world, and she lets it fly on her walk over. “Hey Steve,” Suzie grins at him as she makes her way towards the foot of Eddie’s bed. “How are things going today?”

“Oh, good,” Steve replies quickly before turning to look at Eddie. “Eddie, this is Doctor Suzie Henderson, she’s my sister-in-law.”

Eddie slowly scooches his butt backwards so he’s sitting up more. “No, she’s our sister-in-law,” he huffs before turning and smiling at Suzie. “Hey sis!”

“And you must be Eddie! I heard you were thinking about marrying into the family.” She lets out a quick giggle at those words but then clears her throat and throws her shoulders back. “Well, if you are serious about joining our Steve in holy – or unholy – matrimony - ”

“Fuck yeah,” he hears Eddie whisper.

“ – then I’m going to need you to answer a few questions.”

“Proceed, milady.” Eddie starts gently caressing Steve’s hand with his fingers. Steve shoots a look at Robin, who makes exaggeratedly sappy faces while glancing between Steve and their intertwined fingers.

(Forget the Chunky Monkey, he’s eating all of the ice cream they have left tonight.)

“Full name?”

“Edward Anthony Munson.”

“Age?”

“Thirty-one.”

“Name of your emergency contact?”

“Oh, that would be Uncle Wayne and Chrissy! Baby, you’re going to love Wayne,” Eddie says, turning to gaze lovingly up at Steve. “And he’s going to love you! Not as much as I love you though, that’s impossible.”

(Steve’s pretty sure that Bambi eyes here is the impossible one.)

“Great, is Wayne and Chrissy’s contact information in your medical file?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie replies dreamily, still gazing at Steve.

“Okay, speaking of your file,” Suzie taps at her iPad, “any major events in your medical history that we should know about?”

“Hmmm?”

He can feel it on his face, he can feel his stupid grin on his stupid face, but he chooses to instead focus on helping Eddie pay attention. “She wants to know if there’s major health events in your past that we need to know about, Bambi.”

“Bambi?”

“BAMBI?!” Robin squeaks after Eddie.

Shit shit SHIT -

“I mean - ”

“Bambi,” Eddie hums, blinking rapidly as he slumps back against his pillows. Once he's settled, he tosses his free hand across his forehead and moans happily. “He loves me. He loves me, he loves me, HE LOVES MEEEEEE - ”

Don’t blush DO NOT BLUSH BODY STOP BLUSHING

“Oh my god that was amazing, I have literally never seen you this red, you look like an actual tomato. Oh my god, I have to tell Nance, like, now.”

“Right, yes, okay Bambi,” Suzie interrupts with a snicker, “like Steve said, is there anything we need to know?”

“Well, we’re in love,” Eddie sighs, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Stevie’s hand. “I think I’m still a little high but it’s only weed, I’ve definitely stopped doing cocaine since, like, five months ago. No need to worry about that, angel,” Eddie pats the top of Steve’s hand.

“Yeah, no, I definitely won’t worry about that.” (He’s definitely going to worry about that.)

“Well, thank you for your honesty, Eddie. I’m going to take a closer look at your files once we get them just to get a better picture of your overall health before we run our tests. Now, second set of questions,” Suzie loudly taps and drags a new window on her tablet open. “What is your annual income?”

(Huh. That’s weird. Steve’s doesn't think he's ever heard any of the nurses ask that question before.)

Eddie snorts out a laugh. “God, I make so much money. A fucking stupid amount of money.”

“You have something in way of a retirement plan then?”

“Doc, I could retire for, like, the next five hundred million years.”

Susie hums as she makes a note. “Do you have anything against sharing resources with your romantic partner?”

(Okay, Steve definitely hasn't heard anyone else ask these questions before.)

“Nah!” Eddie scoffs before gently tugging on Steve’s hand to get his attention. “You’ll be the hottest trophy wife, babe. Do you have an apron? I’m going to buy you an apron.”

“And what are your feelings on children?”

“Kids? I love kids. Is he good with kids? I bet he’s good with kids,” Eddie rushes out. “Fuck, you’re going to look so hot pregnant, baby.”

Robin makes a loud barfing noise which Suzie naturally ignores. “What exactly are you looking for in a relationship?”

“Suzie - ”

“Him! My angel,” Eddie slumps to the side so he’s leaning up against Steve’s hip. “I want to wrap him up in a warm towel and keep him forever and make sweet, sweet love to him under the - ”

“OKAY, next question please,” Robin loudly cuts him off.

“So what you’re saying is you’re looking for a committed relationship with Steve,” Suzie ignores Robin's dramatics. “Are you prepared for lifelong monogamy?”

“Absolutely.”

“Suz - ”

“And you’ll work every day to be deserving of Steve?”

“For the rest of my life,” Eddie proclaims and fuck, he actually sounds serious. He actually looks serious too.

Huh.

Suzie quietly observes him for a moment before her face relaxes into a warm smile. “I believe you. Now, dealbreakers. What are your opinions on outdoor weddings? Steve gets scared in churches.”

“What?!” Eddie gasps, snapping back to Steve.

“SUZ – what, no, I’m not afraid of churches - ”

“Uh yeah you are, you said that every time you visit one you get nightmares about being sacrificed on an altar,” Robin chimes in.

“Gee, thanks, Robin.”

“Baby, baby, don’t worry, I’d never let them sacrifice you,” Eddie tries to comfort Steve, but everything that’s happened in the last thirty seconds – hell, the last thirty minutes – is starting to finally sink in and yeah, okay, there’s an obscenely hot and rich and famous rockstar telling Steve that he loves him and sure, he’s partially concussed but the joke isn’t ending, he’s acting like he’s serious and they’ve only exchanged like maybe twenty words total but he’s acting like this is actually happening and what if it actually could –

“Shoot, we’re going to have to wrap it up here, loverboy,” Robin waylays his runaway thoughts as her beeper goes off. “We’ve got a fainter with a broken nose."

“Okay, okay.” Steve shakes his head and tries to gently extract his hand from Eddie’s grasp but Eddie lurches at the feeling of Steve moving his hands and whines, digging his finger into Steve’s hand.

“Eddie, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get back to work.”

“But – no, angel, please,” he blubbers before turning his eyes on Steve and –

Oh.

Oh no.

They’re even bigger and shinier when he’s crying.

“I’m sorry, Bambi,” he replies totally deliberately, “but I’ve got to go finish my shift. I’ll come back when I’m done, okay?”

Eddie sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay,” he whimpers sadly, and – look, this joke isn't really joking anymore so if Eddie's gonna go all the way, he might as well go all the way too.

He leans forward and presses a quick kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. “Be good for Suzie, okay?” As he draws back, he glances back down at Eddie. Eddie is blinking dazedly at Steve, all glassy-eyed and rosy.

“Wow,” Eddie whispers, and while the smile that appears on his face is small, it’s the warmest one Steve has seen yet. “Whatever you say, baby.”

“Right, right.” Steve nods and then pivots, making a hasty retreat out of the room.

“Later, Bambi,” Robin sings behind him, and then she’s quick on Steve’s heels. The hall’s crowded, though, so they aren’t fast enough to escape the start of Suzie and Eddie’s conversation.

(“So, outdoor wedding? Maybe in spring?”

“Can it be in Hobbiton?”

“Uh, it better be in Hobbiton!”)

“I’m kinda surprised to see you staking your claim already, dingus,” Robin says, thrusting the portable gurney mat into Steve’s arms as they walk. “I was worried I’d have to make you.”

“I shouldn't have done that. I mean, he’s a patient, Robin!”

“Not anymore, he’s not!” Robin gently bumps his hip. “He's not your patient anymore so now we need to start planning your next move. I mean, he’s obviously going to say yes when you ask him out, but it still needs to be smooth.”

“What – I’m Steve Harrington, I’m always smooth.”

Robin is purposely silent.

“Okay, first of all, rude,” he says after giving her plenty of time to politely agree. “Second of all, even if I did decide to make a move, there actually isn’t a guarantee he’d say yes. Even if he wasn't just doing this because he's heavily concussed, I’ve hardly talked to the guy!”

“I know, he has no idea how much of a dork you are, it’s great.”

Steve offers Robin a hand as he climbs into the ambulance. (Not without shooting her a look once they're both seated, of course because again, rude.)

Robin shrugs Steve's frown off. “Look, dingus, I know you think that you have all these great lines or whatever - ”

“Uh, I don’t think, I do have them - ”

“ – but they’re, like, obviously lines. Whatever you say to him has to be more real. He needs to know that if he says yes, he’s going to be going on a date with a guy that has the ooiest, gooiest, squishiest little itty bitty heart!” She squeezes her hands together like she’s holding Steve’s heart in her hands (which definitely isn’t concerning given the fact that she’s technically a medical professional who knows just how vulnerable that particular organ is.)

“Robs - ”

“ITTY BITTY!” She kisses the tips of her fingers. “And that’s why we gotta plan, doinkus. Edward Anthony Munson needs to be constantly conscious of the fact that he’s dating the best guy on the entire planet because you are, Steve, you are the best guy on Earth and you deserve a Prince Charming even though the Prince Charming archetype is totally outdated and part of a patriarchal initiative to establish systematic gender dynamics - ”

Well, shucks. Maybe Robin doesn’t hate him after all.

“ - doesn't exist, its still what you deserve. But more importantly than that, if Eddie does start dating you, then I have a better shot of getting him to introduce me to Chris Hemsworth.”

“Chris Hemsworth?"

“Uh, yeah.”

"Chris Hemsworth - Chris Hemsworth? Out of every famous person Eddie could hypothetically introduce you to, you'd want to meet Chris Hemsworth?"

"Well, yeah," Robin takes a brief sip of her water before shooting Steve a playful smirk. “I mean, as great as you are, I wouldn't be opposed to upgrading my emotional support himbo.”

Never mind, she’s evil incarnate.

(And she’s going to be out of Chunky Monkey in about five hours.)

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Vibe Check - Oneshot

Eddie would never claim to enjoy his job. It’d be far too strange for Eddie Munson to admit to enjoying a government based job but there was something fundamentally exciting about getting to see all the little gizmos and random shit that people tried to take onto aeroplanes with them.

Of course there was the usual, bottles of liquid over a certain amount, tiny scissors or nail clippers from grooming sets that they absolutely had no idea weren’t allowed on a plane. There were the fun days with the drugs, the weird days with bagged ashes for scattering purposes that looked like it could conceal drugs and thus had to be tested. Nothing like telling a family you had to test grandma for concealed cocaine cause the computer said no.

There were the shared looks between co-workers when they spotted a dipshit in line, be nice to your fellow flyers folks, the TSA might grab you for a full cavity check for funsies if you don’t!

But then, then, you’d have those people. The people who everyone would automatically judge by their cover because the cover was all they had. Eddie didn’t usually do that, he’d often stick with the vibes and let his co-workers base their hunches on looks, it worked for Eddie nine times out of ten but today..

Today he was off his game a little. The vibe check on this one guy was coming back ?????

Call a lawyer the guy looked like every suburban mothers' wet dream, the kind of guy who wore polo’s and sweater vests, and the type to have a yacht and actually go to the clubs for it on the regular, probably had a membership to his father’s golf club that he actually used. Maybe had a fancy corner office job in Indy, he looked like the corner office type. But the vibe check came back saying NAY, believing it on this particular occasion seemed like a stupid thing to do.

Like sure he was stunning, literally, just a beautiful specimen of a human being, which Eddie would quietly mourn never seeing again, but he looked so straight laced that even holding hands might be a stretch for him.

So Eddie was reduced to book cover judgements because the vibes were wonk. No big deal.

The guy was in his line, he didn’t look nervous or uncomfortable, taking his watch off, putting it into a tray, a ring not on his wedding ring finger went in, his members only jacket, his belt, and shoes, into a second went his phone and a small tablet plus their chargers. And into another went the carry on bag, he was prepared. He flew often enough to know about separating things into their own trays.

Probably some high-level business exec. He looked the type.

“Through here sir” his co-worker directed waving him through, the tray containing the guys carry-on was last, so he was through the detector clean as a whistle before Eddie had seen what was in his case.

Probably a good thing because Eddie nearly choked on his own saliva when that case rolled through.

Holy shit.

“Uhm” he squeaked. He. A grown man. Squeaked. He’d deny that later, even if his currently heated complexion was giving him away.

That... that was an entire carry on full of sex toys. What. The fuck. Was that a whip held together by handcuffs?

Maybe the vibes hadn’t let him down after all. His co-worker walked over, Mr Sex Pest in disguise cast them a raised brow.

“Holy shit...I’ll uhm ill just—”

“No the fuck you won’t” Eddie was up, scrambling around him after flagging the bag for checks. “I got this.” He had this. He was already in front of Sweater Vest before his partner could stop him from making the potentially career ending move of approaching the sneakiest sex loony ever with interest in mind. Sweater Vest could easily complain! Eddie had no real reason to flag it, they were all contained, no bottles, no concerning substances, just toys.

“Problem, sir?” Oh boy the airport was hot. Sweater Vest had moles, cute little moles, moving on.

“Just a few checks regarding the contents of your carry on.” Gloves on, he half expected the guy to try and stop him to save face, but no, he stood there with a raised brow and an amused little curl of a smile on his lips.

“Go ahead.” Zips open and holy shit. It was like Eddie had stepped into the back room of a sex shop. Floggers, a whip, plugs, vibes, clamps, shibari ropes, dildos, both fluffy and actually decent handcuffs, why have two pairs one shit and one not? They were all so neatly organised too, the man was tidy. Was that a sounding rod?!

Could be a creep, could be a creep, coooould be a creep.

“So...”

“So... sir?” Sweater vest seemed to be challenging him. Fine, he could play ball.

“Any liquids in here that I need to know about? Drinks? Lotion? Industrial sized bottle of lube?” At least Sweater Vest laughed. A surprised little giggle snort of laughter that sounded beautiful. Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

“Nope, that’d be in the checked case.” Oooh Sweater Vest had a sense of humour “sorry I know it looks a little whacky, I’m a panel runner at the BDSM convention in Illinois this weekend, i know i'm headed in early but panel runners have to get everything set up properly if they're there for the whole weekend.” Eddie’s eyes widened, holy shit the vibes WERE right, haha fuck you supervisor who called him arrogant when he claimed to just be able to tell with people. “These are for the demonstrations.”

“...Demonstrations, on...?” He had absolutely no right to ask these questions what so ever, his colleague was already probably planning on ratting him out, but while curiosity did indeed kill the cat, satisfaction brought it back!

“A friend, A willing member of the audience, a dummy, depends on the insurance the convention has, this one allows me to pick a very lucky member of the audience since my usual convention partner is in Hawaii on her honeymoon like a traitor.”

“So... you’re a uhm... a—” not okay not allowed big nope so very unprofessional he was so fired.

“Not a Dominant, no. I’m a Submissive, both professionally and personally” didn’t need to tell him the personally bit, didn’t need to tell him that at all but he did, it was there, Sweater vest seemed pretty happy about it being out there too “I co-own an adult shop in Indy, one of the best for this kind of stuff but I have plenty of recommendations if you're not interested in my shop, here,” Sweater Vest pulled a gods honest business card out of a small compartment in the case, which listed him as the managing director/owner of one of Eddie's favourite sex shops of all time, a shop he’d only ever ordered from online so he’d never seen the owners. They had an incredible BDSM range and also delivered discreetly, they were a privately owned small business run right out of Indianapolis, also on the card though, was an Only Fans account, holy shit. “That ok with you, sir?” Sweet Cheesus on toast, had his pants just shrunk?

Steve. Steve Harrington. God that was such a golf club guys name, Steve leaned forward onto his elbows at a slight bend, eyeing Eddie up like he wanted to eat him alive, any other situation, Eddie would have let him. He wanted to bend that little brat over his knee. He loved bratty subs.

“Illinois huh?” Eddie zipped the case right back up again, as if he’d actually checked anything. He hadn’t. “Was thinking of going to that one actually, more of a dominant myself though...” trying so hard to be nonchalant to the most beautiful and confident Submissive he’d ever seen in his life “this a beginners panel?”

Steve smiled, clearly not angered by this deeply unprofessional halt to his journey. “Beginner, intermediate, pro, it’s more new toy and prop range demonstrations and a Q&A mainly, a variety of folks usually attend so... no matter your experience level you should come, maybe I’ll even make you my lucky audience member.” Steve took that card back, just to make a show of slipping it into Eddies chest pocket, tapping it once for good luck. “Can I get to my gate now, sir? Or do I need to be detained? I’m sure a cavity search would be awfully entertaining for me...considering...”

He couldn’t not ask “Considering?” His throat felt so dry, where was a confiscated bottle of unopened soda when you needed it?

“There’s four plugs in there, I actually have five” he winked, he winked. “The fifth wouldn’t fit.”

“Fuck...” Eddie breathed, much to the man’s amusement. “You’re ah—you’re free to go” he couldn’t actually hold him there and his co-workers were already starting to glare at him.

Steve grinned broadly at him before moving to grab his things, calling out a cheery “see you this weekend!” before he was off, and Eddie was taking his break early to book the next flight out to Illinois.

#PirateWrites #Inspired by a funny post by ayes on twitter #Steddie #No Upside Down - Alternate Universe #Ficlet #one shot #TSA Eddie #sex shop owner Steve

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strangemagicc · 5 months

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WADWSH | Chapter Three - Unexpected Visitor

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pairings: 2000s!actor!Steve x fem!Reader, 2000s!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader, love triangle, (based loosely on the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton)

summary: A Thursday night at The Hideout is interrupted by an unexpected visitor

author's note: Happy Thanksgiving! I'm sorry if this is a day late but life was throwing some curveballs yesterday. I hope you enjoy this chapter 🖤 I did my best to edit it while cooking so if you see mistakes…maybe you didn’t 🥹🖤Comments / reblogs are always appreciated! I will be out of the country so if I don’t respond please don’t think I’m ignoring you xx

warnings: angst, pining

w/c: 4.3k

The Hideout was packed, sweaty bodies pushed together in a crowd close to the makeshift stage that sat near the back of the hole-in-the-wall bar. You sat by the front entrance with Holly, the two of you nestled at a table lit only by the dim glow of the candle placed in the middle.

“So tell me again how he smelled,” Holly leaned in, chin perched in her hands as she looked at you excitedly. It had been nearly a week since your date with Steve Harrington. Nearly seven days spent in normalcy that made the weekend before seem like a dream, something that you’d made up entirely in your head. But there was no dreaming up the way Steve Harrington smelled, the way his hand felt on the small of your back, or the way his lips felt pressed to yours. Soft and sweet like honey. Despite the night of bliss, you’d returned to reality, crash landing into your day-to-day unable to daydream when you got a taste of the real thing. You’d divulged the details of your date to Holly several times over but always excluded the way the night ended, deciding that memory was meant just for you. You laughed at her now, the way her eyes were wide with anticipation. As though this was the first time she had heard it. As though she hadn’t made you smell the array of colognes at Star Court until you found one that was similar.

“Hmm, like bergamot and laundry detergent. Earthy but also like home?” You had trouble putting it into words but it stuck with you all these days later. Holly sighed dreamily, and you took a sip of your drink. Wincing slightly as the liquor hit your throat and the warmth settled into your stomach. You rubbed your sweaty palms over your jeans and tipped your head up as the crowd cheered, Corroded Coffin taking center stage. Eddie had an enigmatic energy about him, brown eyes hidden behind curly bangs taking in the crowd. One that had grown from five drunks to a swarm of people from out of town and he ate it up. Satisfied grin slotted into place as he greeted them. Exposed alabaster skin glowing under the stage lights, ink creating shadows on his arms. You cheered from your space at the back of the bar, the same place you’d sat since high school so he’d know where to find you. He looked your way, grin growing wider as he spotted you. His best friend and forever fan. You raised your drink up at him, your smile matching his. Wide and sincere. Happy and exuberant. The lights lowered to a deep blue painting everyone in a ghoulish glow.

“I hope we have some Radiohead fans here tonight,” the crowd roared and you clapped with a raised brow.

“I’m glad,” Eddie chuckled, “we aren’t in the habit of playing covers but I thought we might mix things up tonight,” he cleared his throat and looked towards his bandmates.

“Anyways this is Thinking About You by Radiohead,” the crowd clapped again. An acoustic guitar started, a turn from their usual sound. Eddie’s eyes were closed, foot tapping lightly as he listened to the sound. You rested your chin in your palm and watched him. Eyes tracing the lines of his strong shoulders and the swell of his biceps. His voice came through the microphone, a smooth baritone. Captivating and melancholic. He always had a presence on stage, one that pulled everyone in and kept them focused. Hypnotized. And you were always just as affected. Heart hammering against your chest as you heard his pain.

But I'm still no one

And you're my star

What do you care?

Eddie kept things close to chest, he never talked about crushes or dates. Never discussed make-outs or hookups, the entirety of his dating life shrouded in mystery and you wondered who this was about. Who had affected him, caused the sorrow in his voice as you watched him scan the room. His amber eyes were on you and everything else faded, blurred around the edges.

But I’m playing with myself

And what do you care when the other men are far, far better?

You swallowed the lump that had formed, blinking rapidly until you were back in the room with everyone else. Eddie’s eyes were still on you, watching as you chugged your beer. Chest heaving. And then your gaze met his, held it the rest of the song. He wondered if you knew, if you understood that it was for you. That it was about you. This song and the ones that he wrote.

“What a set,” you greeted Eddie beside the stage, hands placed in your back pockets as you looked up at him. Holly stood back, chugging her beer as she scanned the room. Looking for someone to help keep her bed warm tonight. Eddie’s bangs stuck to his forehead in sweat, exposed pale skin glistening as beads of perspiration rolled down his abdomen. His jeans hung low exposing the deep v line that disappeared into the denim. You swallowed hard as you looked at him, traced the muscle of his abdomen and the long stretch of his legs wrapped in tight black accentuating the muscle of his thighs. Eddie watched you, smirk growing the longer your eyes lingered on his frame. He cleared his throat, watched as your gaze went wide and cheeks grew a shade darker.

“If only those record execs thought the same of our demos,” he laughed, “What did you think of the first song?” He questioned, hands busy as he worked to help pack away instruments.

“I just need to know who I should fight for making my best friend sad,” you squished your eyebrows together so you’d look intimidating but he only found you that much more adorable.

“She’s a sweetheart, doesn’t deserve to catch those weapons,” he pointed to your hands and tried to hide the way his grin sank at the realization that you still didn’t get the clue. Holly looked at the two of you, lips circling her beer bottle as she chugged and watched both of you dance around his confession.

“Doesn’t seem like it if she makes you feel like that,” you shrugged and Eddie only chuckled. Humor not quite meeting the melodic sound.

“She is, trust me,” he winked at you and finished winding amp cords and packing away instruments. You opened your mouth to ask more but Holly stepped in, arm resting on your shoulder as she shook her empty bottle at Eddie.

“Eds, why don’t you be a gentleman and ask your favorite bartender for some freebies,” the blonde blinked up at him and he shot her an annoyed glance.

“Not happening tonight,” he brushed her off.

“Please,” she begged.

“What if I play you for a free round?” You joined in, loving the way he hated this game.

“Only one game, loser has to buy drinks,” he pointed a stern finger at you as Holly clapped her hands in excitement. Eddie threw a shirt on, black material clinging to the spots where he was still wet and led the way to the dartboard, grabbing the darts before handing them to you.

“Ladies first,” you reached to grab the darts from him but he pulled away, brown gaze trained on you.

“And no cheating this time,” he stated sternly and you rolled your eyes.

“I never cheat, you just always lose,” you teased as you grabbed the darts and stood behind the line of tape that marked your spot. Your first arrow landed single bullseye.

“Lucky first throw,” Eddie waved a dismissive hand and watched as you threw the second. It landed on the triple ring giving you twenty-four more points, totaling forty-nine.

“I don’t know Munson, looks like you’re getting us some free drinks,” you were cocky and he loved the way it painted your features. A smirk pulling on your plump lips, single eyebrow raised as you stared him down. He would lose over and over again if it meant that you’d always look at him like that. You threw another dart but it didn’t land and fell to the ground.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered from behind you and your breathing faltered for a brief moment. You threw your last one, watching as it landed. Another single bullseye.

“Beat that,” you turned to look up at him from beneath your lashes. Gaze a little taunting.

“Easily done,” he walked towards the dartboard and pulled them out, bending down to pick up the one you’d missed. You stood next to Holly, chugging down the last of your drink as you looked around the bar. Taking in the familiar faces, head bobbing to Todd Rundgren playing on the jukebox. Eddie lined himself up, black boots hitting the tape. He concentrated, the sharp lines of his face smoothing as he aimed. You walked up behind him and watched over his shoulder, chest pressed to his back. Lips inching closer to his ear.

“Miss, miss, miss,” you taunted and watched as his dart landed in the wood of the wall next to the board. Holly cheered and your hands shot up in victory. He only had three other chances to beat your score. Eddie turned to you, a glare set into his features.

“You are such a cheater,” he remarked, finger pointed at you once again. Your shoulders met your ears, feigning confusion at his accusations.

“I’m literally just standing here,” you laughed at him. The way his eyebrows were slightly quirked and his lips were twisted as he looked at you. Quiet murmurs filtered through the bar, people stilling in their seats or where they stood. You were caught up in your game with Eddie, poking at him every time he turned to throw a dart. Completely ruining his game. Holly gasped and caught your attention, her blue eyes trained on the front door. Both you and Eddie turned towards the entrance, watching as a figure walked through the crowd. A head of caramel brown waves you’d recognize anywhere. Steve looked around the space, eyes brightening when he finally spotted you. Eddie watched as you walked towards the actor, mouth slightly agape and surprise written on your face. Steve approached you, hands in the pocket of his blue jeans. Green shirt tight on the muscle of his biceps, the color accentuating the emerald in his hazel eyes. He was a little more sun-kissed than when you saw him last weekend, slightly more shy than your first introduction. Unsure of himself.

“W-what are you doing here?” You stammered, eyes darting to the dozens that were now on the two of you. Steve brushed at the back of his head, eyes focused behind you. Eddie’s glare not lost on him.

“I came to see you?” It came out like a question, as though he was worried he was overstepping. Your widening grin erased any doubts, your happiness contagious and he mirrored your smile. Holly was blubbering from her spot at the table, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. You turned to her and back at Steve.

“Steve this is my friend Holly.” The blonde jumped from her barstool and pulled her jean skirt down as she approached him. Hand extended to shake his.

“Nice to meet you, Holly,” he greeted and she giggled uncontrollably as their palms met. Schoolgirl giddiness taking over and you eyed her with concern. Unable to produce an explanation for her short-circuiting but Steve was used to it. You turned to Eddie, confusion creating lines in your forehead as you registered his expression. Annoyed and bothered.

“Um, this is my other friend Eddie,” you introduced them apprehensively. They shook hands, Steve shaking and flexing his hand when he withdrew it. As though Eddie nearly crushed it in his grasp.

“We were just playing a game of darts,” you pointed out, “Eddie was going to get us drinks if he lost.”

“I can buy us a round,” Steve offered and Eddie smacked his teeth. You turned to him curiously but he was looking towards his bandmates. Seeking an escape, his perfect night ruined.

“Count me out, the band and I have to get the equipment back.” Eddie pointed his thumb towards his group mates who were drinking at the bar. In no way looking as though they were prepared to leave.

“Um, okay. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” You stepped away from Steve and stood in front of Eddie. His expression softened as he looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah see you tomorrow,” he pulled you into a quick hug, eyes trained on Steve. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his middle before you let go and turned to Holly.

“What about you, staying for drinks?” She looked between you and Steve, a knowing smirk and a shake of her head.

“I’ve had my eyes on the brunette sitting at the bar, think I’ll try to get her to get me one,” she shrugged and turned to grab her things. She kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“Be careful,” and you nodded in response, watching as she slid into the seat next to the dark-haired girl with her elbows perched on the bar. You turned back to Steve, a smile working its way back onto your features.

“I’m sorry if I crashed your night,” he grimaced but you shook your head.

“A very pleasant surprise,” you insisted and looked around the bar. Several pairs of eyes were still on the two of you.

“Do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a bite?” Steve looked at you with a broadened grin, one that made your knees a little weak the longer his eyes were trained on you.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” The two of you weaved through the small mass of people, his hand on the small of your back like a habit and you mellowed in the warmth of his palm. Steve showed you to his car, an older convertible BMW. Maroon and sleek. Pristine for its age. He opened the door for you and closed it behind you after you were comfortable in the leather seat. You watched as he jogged around the front and slid into the driver’s side. The tension was present, palpable, a buzzing in the air that exploded when your gazes met.

“Should we go to Benny’s?” And you forgot that this was his town, that he knew it just as well as you did.

“Are you hankering for another burger?” You teased, avoiding his gaze as you looked out the window. The breeze welcomed against your flushed skin.

“And we can share a shake,” he suggested, putting the car into reverse and leaning into the center console. His scent hit you, bergamot citrus and a hint of his laundry detergent. He smelled like summer nights, sunset walks and home. Comforting.

“Only if it’s a chocolate one,” he turned to you. Smile wide, breathtaking. God, he was beautiful.

“A chocolate shake it is,” and the two of you drove off. Breeze rippling through the opened cabin, stars shining down on the two of you. He kept his arm placed in the middle, palm up. An invitation, a silent question and you inched closer. Working up the courage to take his hand in yours. Your fingers danced across his skin, working into the slots between his until they were flush. A perfect fit. As though his hand was molded for yours. Your pulse thrummed in your wrist, butterflies soared in your abdomen and it wasn’t because he was Steve Harrington, a-list actor. It was because he was Steve Harrington, the first guy to make you feel like romance wasn’t just made for the movies.

Benny’s interior was much the same as when Steve was younger. The blue vinyl seats had a few more tears, laminated floors a little more scuffed but the waitress was the same one he saw the last time he was in town. Red hair with gray streaks forming at the crown, a crooked smile with a small mole just above her lip. Uniform a little more snug than before and accentuating her curves. She greeted Steve with an ecstatic smile, wrinkled hands gripping his forearm as she did.

“Stevie!” And he returned her excitement.

“Jude, I didn’t know you still worked here,” he placed his palm over her hand and squeezed softly.

“Oh, how could you? Packed up and left us ordinary folk behind. Became a big star,” she waved her hands in the air as if to accentuate her point. He nodded at her, politely agreeing with her observation.

“I’m very happy to see you,” he remarked instead.

“And you brought someone with you?” Jude peeked over Steve’s shoulder at you. Glossed smile meeting her eyes before she turned back to Stevie.

“Still bringing the girls here, huh?” She whispered though you heard her clear as day. You saw his ears go red, and you covered your laugh with a cough. His old reputation as King Steve not lost on you.

“This one is different,” he tried to whisper back but failed just as she did and she nodded at him.

“Of course she is,” she agreed, “real pretty too.” Jude grabbed two menus and began walking towards a far-off booth. There were only two other booths occupied, one by an old married couple and the other by a group of teenagers. Each group looked at the two of you curiously as though they were trying to place the two of you, wondering why you both looked familiar. You watched as recognition dawned on them and their eyes lit up, mouths widening as Steve Harrington walked past them in their town’s nearly dilapidated diner. Despite his roots, there was an air about him that screamed he didn’t belong. Steve slid into the vinyl seat opposite of you and grabbed his menu from Jude.

“I’ll get you some waters to start,” and she was gone. Leaving the two of you in silence and staring at your menus. The butterflies were an endless eruption at your center, wings unfurling as new ones blossomed. It felt like the first drop of a roller coaster, stomach flipping and heart racing as it tried to catch up with the rest of your body. You couldn’t think about eating, too many questions swirling in your mind. Too many things you wanted to know.

Steve laid his menu down first and rested his elbows on the table. He played with his bottom lip, pulling at it absently as though he was also debating what to say. You placed your menu on top of his and hid your hands under the table wringing the hem of your shirt. Jude returned with your waters, straws plopped between the perspiring glasses.

“Already decided on what you’re going to eat?” She pulled her notepad out and clicked her pen looking at you expectantly.

“I’ll just take a basket of fries and a chocolate shake,” Jude scribbled the order down.

“Two straws?” And you looked to Steve who smiled at you encouragingly, not going back on what he said in the car.

“Please,” you nodded at the older woman who then turned to him.

“And for you handsome?”

“Double cheeseburger, no mustard. And could you bring two plates?”

“Sure thing,” she ripped the order from the pad and walked away towards the window that separated the front of the house from the kitchen. Bell ringing as she alerted the cook to the new order.

“So,” you began and Steve raised his eyebrows at you.

“What brings you into town?” You ignored his previous confession, not able to believe you were the only reason he was here. He pulled at his hair, muscles flexing with his movements.

“Uh, just needed to get away,” he laughed awkwardly.

“And you came to Hawkins for a vacation?” You giggled and grabbed for your straw, unwrapping the paper and plopping the plastic into your water.

“Hawkins has a certain draw to it,” he shrugged and looked to you. His hazel eyes conveying a message he was working to put into words.

“A certain draw?” You leaned in, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it again.

“Wanted to see you again,” he moved closer to you, elbows sliding along the tabletop.

“One date wasn’t enough?” You let out a choked laugh and took a drink of your water. Heart thumping as you began to pull at your fingers. He grabbed your hand more easily, thumb rubbing across your knuckles.

“No, truthfully it wasn’t,” he shook his head, eyeing the tabletop as he continued.

“On our date, when we were at the beach, it was the first time that the world around me faded away. God, I know that sounds cheesy but it was the first time in a long time that I didn’t care about the pap shot or the next day’s headlines. I just felt at peace, the version of myself that I want to be,” he looked back up at you now. A little more exposed, mossy eyes vulnerable and anticipating your scrutiny.

“And what version is that?” You rubbed your thumb against his palm in encouragement.

“Just Steve,” he let out a small chuckle and you squeezed his hand.

“I like just Steve,” you agreed. Before you could say more you were interrupted by Jude announcing her presence, reciting your orders as she pushed your plates onto the table. You hummed as you dipped a fry into a dollop of ketchup and savored the saltiness. Steve split his burger in two and slid a half across to your side. You looked up at him a little confused.

“In case you wanted more than fries,” he pointed at your half with his knife before placing it down and digging into his. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction as you nibbled on your burger and drank long drags of your chocolate shake. Not sharing as much as you’d promised but Steve didn’t mind.

The two of you walked hand in hand back to his car, the small glow of the moon guiding you. You weren’t ready for the night to end or for Steve to let go of your hand. He stopped in front of the passenger door and smoothed his palms up your arms, goosebumps sprouting where they touched.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” You nodded instinctively and eyed the plush of his lips.

“I can pick you up in the morning?” You nodded but then remembered.

“No,” you shook your head and hid your face.

“Is the afternoon better?” He asked a little confused as you continued to shake your head.

“I forgot that I have to work tomorrow,” you looked at him with a jut of your lip, disappointment coloring your features. Steve rubbed reassuring circles into your flesh and brought you closer.

“That’s okay, we can do something after if you’re not too tired.” You nodded at him, eyes trained on his sincere gaze.

“I won’t be too tired,” you promised.

“Great, I will pick you up at eight,” he leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your pout, the whisper of his lips against yours.

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed and pushed onto your tiptoes to close the space. His lips melded into yours. Slow and sweet like cinnamon. His hands moved to your face, thumb brushing against your jaw and fingers curling in your hair. Your hands tangled into his shirt pulling at him as the kiss deepened. You wanted more than before, needed more. His thumb pulled at your mouth asking for permission and you granted him access. Tongue flat and wet against his. You hummed in bliss, getting lost in his kisses until you were lightheaded and in need of air. He pulled away, pupils a little blown, fingers splayed against your cheek. Rubbing against the softness of your skin. Your chest was heaving, lungs desperate for oxygen but eyes locked on his.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the night at the beach. Wished I had kissed you more,” he confessed and you smiled a little dumb. Goofy grin wide at his sincerity.

“I’ve been thinking of you too,” you revealed. He kissed you once more, a soft peck against your lips before he pulled away to open your door.

“I should get you home,” you slid into your seat, fingers rubbing against your lips as if you couldn’t believe it. Steve plopped into his seat, started the car, and drove you home. Your hand wrapped in his, the wind whirring as the two of you drove in starlight. He pulled up in front of your trailer and helped you to the front door. An excuse for another kiss, a proper goodbye.

Eddie had heard the noise of a car, saw the headlights stopped in front of your place and became curious. He moved to the front window of his shared trailer and pushed the curtains open. Heart in his throat when he noticed you tangled in Steve’s arms, lips locked together. Eddie dropped his head as he closed the curtains, turning towards the kitchen and grabbing a beer before he moved the couch. He stared at the remote propped on the makeshift coffee table, a little sullen. A storm raging in his head. It wasn’t just a little crush, Eddie loved you something big but he could never admit it. Worried about ruining your friendship but now he agonized over the truth because now either way he stood a chance of losing you. He chugged the rest of his beer, adamant that he’d confess.

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sevensoulmates · 19 days

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A bit bummed buddie is going canon on such a short season but the writers are doing an awesome job (and you guys have waited long enough I just got here lol) so I’m stoked!!! There’s some much potential for fun storylines here I’m so excited!! What are some storylines you’d like to see once they are together? Could be comical or more series

Well, I mean I guess it depends on what your definition of "canon" is. To me, based on the last episode alone, they're already canon (meaning it's basically irrefutable to me that they're going to eventually be in a relationship or be endgame). If by canon you mean "starting a relationship" I actually don't think that's going to happen this season. I think it'll be next season at the earliest. I do have faith that now that the writers/creators are getting a bit more freedom, they're first going to put Buck and Eddie through the personal arcs they need to go through first. For Buck, realizing he's bi and feeling more secure in who he is as a person. For Eddie, realizing he's lived with comphet his entire life and finally accepting who he is and finally living his life in a way that will actually make him happy.

Once they've done that then they'll be able to get them together.

Some things I'd like to see:

-(This might be unpopular but) I want the sperm donor stuff/ Connor/Kameron to come back up. I want Buck to reckon with that choice he made, and truly recognize that he's been a father figure to Chris this whole time. I don't need the baby to be in his life, but just a reference or even a run-in with Connor/Kameron. Something to put a bookend on that storyline now that Buck is settled with Eddie/Chris.

-Chris wants to learn to drive/get a license, and Eddie + Buck have to navigate that worry together

-My heart's biggest desire is for them to just work side by side like normal but just have more small moments that very obviously are indicators that they're together (something along the lines of the scene where Eddie suddenly knew a bunch of fun facts about Goat Yoga, or the scene where they're just chatting while they patched up the dude who broke his leg in the fire at dispatch). Scenes where they work in sync together, but maybe before something dangerous, they share looks or have a private code that means be safe.

-in the same vein MY KINGDOM for Buck and Eddie to have a scene like Bathena had in 2x01 where they meet up between the firetrucks and one of them pushes the other up against the side of the truck and kisses him. My entire life would be made.

-I would like a storyline where Buck gets to meet Eddie's family from Texas a little better. I don't believe that there wouldn't be conflict with them (maybe not straight-up homophobic but I just can't imagine Helena accepting it all so easily. I just know she'd be a queen of microaggressions). I DESPERATELY need Eddie to stand up for himself to his mom in particular.

-(this would be very far in the future) but I want Buck to eventually go out for fire captain. I think he would be a great fit and I think it'd be very interesting for them to have to adjust to such a big change in their work dynamic after X amount of years.

-a motherfucking WEDDING. And I don't want it to be a small thing like a backyard wedding, or a courtroom wedding, or an elopement in the hospital or something. It doesn't necessarily need to be HUGE but I would like a semi-traditional wedding. Idk why but I have a MIGHTY NEED to hear Buck and Eddie's personalized vows to each other and I NEED to see them have their first dance. Honestly, I take back the traditional wedding thing. As long as I get to hear every word of their vows and see them slow dance, they could do it at the firehouse or a dumpster for all I care.

-I'd be interested if Shannon's relatives show up and want to be a part of Christopher's life or something. Or even like, just want to visit him but Eddie's unsure because it brings up bad memories and stuff. I'd be interested to see Shannon's relative's reaction to Eddie with a man.

-OOHOOHOOH EDDIE CHILDHOOD SCENES a la Buck Begins. I want to see what he was like when he was younger to see how much of him has changed since he had Chris, since he went to the military, etc. Dear God I want an Eddie Begins Again.

That's all for now! I gotta make my drive home!

#911 abc #911 speculation #buddie speculation #buddie

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catsvrobots · 2 years

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steddie AU where Eddie is the author of some semi-popular DnD inspired books and gets invited to have his own autograph session at Comic-Con or some other convention, and Dustin of course is a huge fan and absolutely begs Steve to take him, this guy is from Hawkins, Steve, our Hawkins! You could have gone to school with him!, and Steve agrees to go because he was promised there'd be plenty of babes cosplaying Princess Leia (and if he doesn't mind ogling the Han Solo's too that's entirely his business.) And somehow, SOMEHOW Dustin convinces Steve to cosplay as one of the main characters from Eddie's books. Maybe it was blackmail, maybe it was blackmail, who knows, but Dustin is thrilled because he always though the description of the protagonist sounded vaguely like it would fit Steve, there were way too many mentions of his perfect hair to be healthy.

And of course Eddie has a slight mental breakdown when he realizes that shit, that's King Steve Harrington, in my line, cosplaying the character that I based off of him, who the fuck told him?!, because who else was going to be inspiration for his smug, dashing, cocky protagonist than his (presumably) very heterosexual high school crush?

#bla bla bla they make out #steddie #stranger things

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munsster · 2 years

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redemption make out sesh

A/N: if you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my inbox is so lonely, i think they wants a reuqest or two, especially for handsome people like steve and robin and eddie 🤲

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You go a little green when Robin mentions the girl she used to have a crush on. 1.1k words

Warnings: i am so so gay for her, fluff, minor jealousy, kissing *gasp* in public *dun dun dunnnn*

Steve groans when your beat up Volvo bustles into an employees only spot out front. Saturday afternoon, three fifteen sharp, with your boots laced and your smile wide, trudging up the walkway with a bouquet in hand.

“Hey, heartthrob,” you coo, winking at Steve who deflects you to a humming Robin shuffling around the back of the store, arms cradling a mess of sleeper tapes. You pluck a blush rose from the edge of the small, baby pink arrangement, holding it out for him and clicking your tongue when he rolls his eyes and reluctantly accepts. “One day, Harrington, you’ll realize how truly perfect I am.”

“Would you just go make out with your girlfriend already?”

“Sure thing, bossman,” you tease, patting his shoulder and skipping your way between the short aisles before tip-toeing up behind Robin and reaching over her shoulder to present the flowers for her with a quiet, “ta-dah!”

“You didn’t,” she gasps, stacking her last movie and turning to face you, doe-eyed and tugging you close by the belt loops. You set the bouquet atop one of the empty metal shelves and buzz through the tips of your fingers and nose.

“Felt bad I couldn’t make it to your rally,” you sigh, leaning into her when she presses a smiley kiss to your cheek. “How’d it go? Did you totally rock our beloved fight song?”

“Oh, absolutely”—she’s beaming when she links her fingers between yours with a tight squeeze, and you push a hand through her fluffed hair—“We won, too, which means we’ll play again next week, and—oh, Tammy—you remember Tammy? Well, she sang before the game, which is actually really funny because—”

“Because you used to be kind of obsessed with her?” you say, heart thudding like a panicky bird in your chest. You shy away a little because know everything there is to know about Tammy Thompson, but the fact that tops the list is that for almost an entire year, she was all Robin would talk about. And you listened while she rambled on about this untouchable, unbelievably gorgeous angel always somehow sitting in her direct line of sight. For a year.

“I wouldn’t say obsessed. I had a slight crush on her; maybe that’s more… palatable.”

Robin shrugs. You smile through a tender-footed grimace, fiddling with the small round button pinned to her vest and mumbling, “maybe” between yourself and the feeling you’re not telling her something she already knows. Both of her hands slip around the waist of your jeans until she’s leaning against the back wall, and you’re leaning against her while picking at your chipped, green nail polish.

The tension between her brows dissipates a little when you gnaw at your inner cheek because she’s seen this kind of insecurity before. Felt it, too. That knowing even when there’s nothing to know. The thinking when everything in your head may very well be wrong, based on an absentminded conclusion. And right now, it is.

She snorts and brings a hand to cover her mouth when you squint at her and playfully grit your teeth.

“What’s so funny, Buckley?”

You’re screwed with her forehead resting on your shoulder, shaking her head and keeping you wound around her little finger. It’s so unfair how easy it is for her to get you to melt. And you always let her know: damp hand-in-hand or taking a staunch deep breath or going bleary eyed at a compliment.

“Nothing,” she chuckles, “you’re really cute when you’re jealous.”

It’s so sweet when you think you can hide your shyness when you shift and cross your arms over your chest. When you rub at the nape of your neck and look to the side. When you get all timid and putty, but she’s only been a little coy. It’s not her fault you’re crumpling against her.

“Am not… jealous.”

She lifts her head to cock a brow at you.

“Oh, yes, you are. You can’t even say it!”

“Shush, irrelevant.”

“Just admit it, you’re jealous of a tone-deaf straight girl with a serious ego problem,” Robin says, nudging you closer, fiddling with your back pocket. And she looks so sure of herself. Of you. Half-lidded and public and slumping a little to make sure you see when when she licks her lips. But you duck your head, hot in the face, your fist clenched at her side.

“Just… jealous of the way you talk about her—”

“Used to talk about her,” she says, hinting at a grin when you glance up to find she’s nearer than before. And her perfume is smooth enough to gulp down, lilting a slow vanilla and chamomile, like late summer daybreak and lazy walks in the park. And you have to admit, she’s right. This is the first time you’ve heard about Tammy Thompson since last spring when Robin started to linger closer. Borrow your chapstick and split milkshakes on Fridays and hold your hand when you got sick. Talk faster and choose the seat next to you more often than not.

“But still,” you whisper. So she tilts her head, your lashes fluttering and your palms curved around her corduroy hips because she’s a breath away, lips taunting your glittery gloss mouth with a smirk. She likes when you march into the store in your faux motorcycle boots, high-waisted jean shorts rolled up your thighs, polo tucked in and unbuttoned once so she can see the small heart-shaped necklace you wear for her.

“C’mon. You know you’re my favorite.”

She’s awfully conniving getting you to open your mouth like this, pressing closer until there’s nowhere else to go but together. And so you wind your fingers into her hair and grin into her mouth when your teeth mash a little. But then you find your footing, and it’s so easy with her. Each sigh ringing in your ears, and she drags her delicate fingertips down your arm and around your back, holding you still while you kiss her. And she kisses you.

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year

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Steve Hurt/Comfort Fic Recs

👏 Acknowledge 👏 Steve’s 👏 Trauma 👏

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Where do we go from here? (quietly fading away) by allandmore - Rated M

"What’s scarier than saving the world? Figuring out what to do afterwards. I get it,” Eddie turns on his side, one shoulder on the wall, and grips the front of Steve’s shirt. His face is so close Steve can feel the warmth of his breath. “But we’ve got time now. Right, Steve? We bought us all time. Time to figure all our shit out. Isn’t that what matters?”

Steve Harrington struggles to find purpose after the Upside Down.

(But maybe purpose doesn't have to be big. Maybe it's helping Dustin navigate Sophomore year. Maybe it's reminding Robin to send in college admission letters. Maybe it's Eddie Munson. Maybe).

how steve eats his breakfast by oscarwilderobbieross - Rated M

Mrs Harrington loved her son and he loved her right back. She was the isolated wife to a distant man and Steve was her entire world. He followed her around the house like a little duckling, preferred sitting with her as she got ready instead of playing with his toys. There was something so magical about her careful ritual to him.

She’d always turn to him, hair done and make-up beautiful and do a little “Tadah!” Steve would smile at her and tell her she looked like a princess. She’d smile back at him and scoop him up in her arms to twirl him around the room. “If I’m a princess, you’re my little prince.”

His father told her she shouldn’t encourage him to sit with her. He thought it would make him soft. He was a boy, after all. He told Steve his mother had always wanted a daughter, but he was glad he’d gotten a son. “Plenty of time to turn you into a proper man, son.”

A little prince.

Or: Steve Harrington, a collection of cracked ribs, black eyes and a bleeding heart.

Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan - Rated T

The real reason Steve never really dates anymore is this: the nightmares and the secrets behind them.

In the middle of the night, reeling from bad dreams, Steve properly starts on the mixtape Eddie made for him. Master of Puppets made Eddie feel invincible once. Maybe Steve can borrow that feeling for one night.

Breathe by cappuccinoo - No Rating

"Nobody else seemed to notice these things, somehow, but Eddie did.

So he filed them all away under ‘things to never do near Steve Harrington’. One: avoid the pool. Two: don’t yell around him. And now he had a new one: never bring up the lack of personality in his room."

Eddie notices Steve's odd behavior, and when it gets a little too bad, he (and all of the rest of the party) are there to take care of him and be the family he needs.

and i know that you don’t, but if i ask you if you love me— by fakecharliebrown - Rated T

Once, only a few weeks before his parents decide he’s too old to be tucked into bed at night, Steve grabs his mother by the wrist and asks, “Does Father love me?”

“Of course he does,” she says immediately, smoothing the blanket where it rests over his chest.

Steve blinks up at her. “Then how come he never says it?”

She purses her lips. “He shouldn’t have to, sweetheart. You should just know.”

(It isn’t until years down the line that Steve realizes she’d somehow turned that into being his fault.)

or; Steve Harrington through the years, on loving and being loved.

Love Without Strings by sillylittleclowndude - Rated T

Hopper sighed out, “Getting used to getting your face beat in is not something that you should have ever had to deal with. You or Robin.”

“Oh no, it’s really okay, Hop, I swear. It’s like, kind of my job, ya know?”

“I’m sorry?” Hopper spoke up, looking at Steve’s face like he thought he may have misheard. The rest of the crew also turned to look at Steve with confusion on their faces.

Steve doesn’t realize that his friends didn’t know about what happened in the underground Russian base and everything spills out when Hopper mentions his time in a Russian prison.

Okay, I'll pack my stuff by seeds - Rated T

El was never close to Steve Harrington. She's heard a few stories about him being an asshat when he was in high school, but she's never seen him be anything but nice to her friends. It makes her confused, but since her dad can be wary of him at times, she is too.

However, when he shows up at the cabin in the freezing cold dead-of-night, El makes the decision to help him, and it might just be one of the best decisions she makes (besides saving the world).

#veryace recs #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic recs #steve harrington fic recs #fanfic recs

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guitarsolosmakemefeellthings · 1 year

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I had this idea for a while now but didn't have the courage to post it. (My courage comes in liquid form rn so don't look too close on spelling and all that) maybe I'll polish this a little once I am sober

I thought about Robin and Steve working in some lil bar/club as the people who book bands and whatever other acts come there. They have a lot of fun searching through the offers they get sent by artists. When they're being a little tipsy, they choose based on the looks of the artist entirely. Something along the lines of "oooh they're looking cute/hot, they can come to us".

Because the club is so small the team is pretty much like a little family. Idk maybe Nancy works the financial stuff, Jonathan obviously takes the pictures and takes care of programms and flyers, Robin and Steve take care of the artists or help Argyle behind the bar.

Lot's of the bands playing there are regular visitors. Playing there whenever they're in the area. Obviously Eddie and Corroded Coffin are one of the regular acts. They've played there almost every year since their first time and became great friends with the staff too. (If Eddie fell head over heels for the very cute guy that pretty much cared for almost all of their backstage needs, that's nobodys business but his)

In this particular case the line between professional stuff and friendship blur and more than once the Corroded Coffin guys stayed at a staff member's flat instead of a hotel. Usually they crash at Robin and Steve's apartment because they have the biggest spare room. (If Steve offers his room up for Eddie because he once complained about Jeff's snoring, that's entirely for the sake of Eddies sleeping schedule and nothing else)

Usually these days turn into a giant sleepover with random jam sessions at late hours of the night. They're all just a big group of friends having a beer or two and some weed after four of them had a great gig. Plus they pretty much see each other only once a year or so because Corroded Coffin are either touring, working on new albums or they're simply busy with their regular jobs. Sure they make a bit of money with their gigs but it's not like they're Metallica.

One year Steve gets an unexpected call from Eddie, a week before CC are supposed to play at their bar. He's a little nervous and asks if its okay if they bring along one more person to their gig, to help out with the merch stand and get a feeling forthe life on tour. Steve of couse says it's okay and tries his best not to freak out when he hears Eddie say "great! She'll be thrilled" before hangig up.

See the thing is, ever since the day Coroded Coffin played there for the first time, Steve was equally head over heels for Eddie. Sure metal was a bit different from what he usually listened, but it's not like he hated it either. Plus Eddie knew how to put on a show, capturing his fans and just make everyone have a good fucking time. He even climbed the balcony over the dancefloor once, playing a wicked guitar solo up there and nearly giving Steve a heartattack.

It didn't help that they've been flirting pretty much nonstop since CCs third visit, talking late at night when all their friends were asleep, about nothing and everything. They once or twice even made out after one too many beers, both knowing they wanted the other but neither had the courage to make the actual first step and now Steve was pretty certain Eddie found himself someone that isn't him.

By the time CC arrived at the bar, Steve had managed to pull himself together. He decided to be happy for Eddie and whoever managed to catch his heart, even tho it hurt like a bitch. Imagine his surprise when Eddie introduces him to their new merch girl Max Mayfield. As in Eddies sort of little sister. One of the things he and Steve talked about late at night was their respective "annoying little siblings" that they both were still very fond of.

After that revelation the day went on as usual, meaning Eddie and Steve flirting and earning eyerolls left and right. Robin had called them hopeless, today with backup from Max. Little do they know that it won't be hopeless for much longer.

During their last encore Eddie searches the little crowd of people for one very cute person in a way too bright outfit for a metal show, smile getting wider when he spots him. "That next one will also be the last song for today", he starts "it's a little different than our usual stuff so I won't be too upset if you leave early". That makes the crowd laugh and whistle. Eddie let's out a nervous laugh too before gripping his guitar a little tighter. "It's for someone right here in this room aand I hope I won't fuck all of this up" he says, looking over to Steve one last time before he starts playing.

And yes its a different kind of song from what he usually plays but sue him, he's in love. It's still heavy enough to make up for the lyrics he poured all of his heart into and surprisingly the fans don't seem to hate it as much as he thought. He hopes Steve doesn't hate it either. As the final notes ring out and the applause starts, he's too afraid to look for Steve again so he quickly sayes his goodbyes to the fans and hides backstage.

He knows he can't stay there forever, eventually making his way out to the merch stand with the other guys to help out Max and talk to the fans. The rest of the night happens in a blur. He's distinctively aware of giving autographs, taking pictures and eventually packing up for the night for the usual sleepover.

Steve didn't have time to talk to Eddie after the set, his brain was mush but in the best way and Argyle needed help behind the bar. He doesn't quite know how to function after such an Eddie way to confess, but apparently he does.

In the end they talk late at night again, only this time it's both of them curled up in Steve's bed and if they share a sickly sweet kiss before finally falling asleep, that's nobody's business but theirs.

#whew this got away from me #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #i just wanted to write a little something #then the plot bunnies got away from me #my writing

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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heart's day

Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

Summary: your closed heart and wandering eyes leave you completely oblivious to the true feelings of your best friend.

A/N: loosely based off of the song 'people watching' by conan gray and of course, 'love of my life' by queen. enjoy!

warnings: none, besides mentions of fear of intimacy and heartbreak. a little angst, but fluff, fluff, fluff!

february 14, 1986.

the day everyone dreamed and dreaded. the student government had decided to dress the halls with paper hearts and various baby cupids. they had even put up a small station where they sold chocolates and roses so you could send them to someone along with a heartfelt note.

your eyes caught sight of the many students lined up, a few cheerleaders giggled with one another while guys muttered to their friends as they helped them word out their confessions on a slip of pink paper.

you remember what it was like when you all were in middle school, passing out Valentine’s Day cards you had made in class, as you chatted with your friends you couldn’t help but notice the boy who sat at the back of the class, desk devoid of any cards, and despite his carefree disposition, you could still feel the downcast in his eyes as he watched other kids get their own cards. not being one to be a bystander to someone’s troubles, you reached into your bag to fetch a pink piece of card stock you were saving to give to your then crush, but that didn’t matter now. swiftly, you had managed to cut it into a heart and write a sweet message before standing up and walking towards him. you had smiled at him, one of the most genuine smiles he had ever seen, and that was the start of your friendship with Eddie Munson.

the two of you were like two peas in a pod, practically attached at the hip, inseparable throughout the rest of your middle school days. then, high school came, and you were swept away by the more upbeat, bubbly crowd of cheerleaders and boisterous band kids Eddie knew you were better suited for, while he stayed more on the sidelines. even so, he was still very much a part of your life. whenever you needed comfort or to take a moment to break away from the expectations your newfound popularity pressured you into, you always made your way back to him.

“Helloooo, earth to (y/n)!” a voice came, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh I’m sorry, what were you saying, Robin?”

Robin rolls her eyes at you, as a joke, of course. you and Robin had grown closer throughout your time in band, sharing secrets, passing notes and snarky little jokes as you both pretended to listen in class.

“I was thinking.. maybe I should give someone a little something this Valentine’s Day? Or would that be weird and completely ruin whatever chance I have of a friendship with—“ she started to ramble, words running out her mouth a mile a minute before you put a hand in her shoulder, shushing her.

“You’ll be fine, Buckley. We treat each other to milkshakes at that diner every Valentine’s Day anyway, so it’s not like it’s super out of the blue for you to give her something, if you don’t want things to get weird then don’t make it weird.” you chuckle as you passed by the object of Robin’s affections: Vicki. Robin waved her hand to say hello, to which Vicki smiled at, beckoning her over.

Robin looked at you. “Is it okay if I—?”

you shake your head, a wide smile on your face as well as a knowing look in your eyes.

“Have fun, Robin.” is all you say before turning around and headed to class.

as you took your seat, you couldn’t help but notice the students who came in, girls with entire bouquets of roses and assorted flowers in their hands, each one more extravagant than the last, boys handing over heart shaped chocolate boxes to the girls they liked, while some of the students on the committee that involved the anonymous letter confessions wove in and out of the classroom with their deliveries.

once class was over, you headed to the lunch table you usually sat at, finding Robin and Vicki in rapid, excited conversation. sitting down, your gaze flitted across the room, watching and listening to the conversations around you.

“So did it hurt?” a boy asked, the question obviously leading to the cheesiest pick up line in the world, but the girl he was talking to only twirled a piece of her hair around her finger, all flirty.

“What do you mean?”

“When you fell from heaven, because wow are you an angel.” he says as she bursts out laughing, nudging his arm before giving him a peck on the lips. it really wasn’t funny, but she burst out in laughter because she liked him enough to think all his jokes were funny.

another girl a few tables from you gushed to her friends about how long she and her now long distance boyfriend had been together. “Almost 49 months, guys! And look: he even sent me something all the way from New York!” she squealed along with her friends.

a boy and a girl walked past you, the girl rolled her eyes at him as he teased her about how she acted when she first met his parents during winter break at Christmas dinner. despite the look of annoyance in her face, you noticed the affection in her eyes as he laughed, the two were still holding hands.

you watched as Jason, golden boy of the the school, gifted his girlfriend, Chrissy, a ring. a promise ring, engraved with the date they first went out together. the entire basketball teased him, as well as Chrissy’s cheerleading friends, asking them when the wedding was going to be or how many kids they’d have.

Chrissy shakes her head, smiling as she admired the ring. “We’re not engaged!” she laughed.

finally, you pulled your eyes away from the various happenings that surrounded you and focused your attention back to the table.

you saw the way Robin looked at her, with utmost, unconditional care and affection, you wondered how dense Vicki could be. they were talking about the class they just had.

“Yeah, that’s why I like you so much, you’re so much smarter than me.” she laughs, before clearing her throat, realizing what she had just said.

but Vicki only laughed at the compliment, shaking her head. “No, not really..” she rubbed her neck bashfully.

you could only watch them, reminded of the countless stories that Robin had told you about the two, how one time she had a sleepover at Vicki’s house, talking about their hopes and dreams until four in the morning.

you smiled, genuinely happy for them. but you couldn’t help but feel an ache in your heart as you saw everyone falling in love.

everyone except you.

sure, there was the occasional cute guy who’d ask you out, someone would flirt with you now and then, but nothing ever permanent. nothing long lasting. just silly summer flings and temporary feelings.

you don’t know why or how, but one way or another you had managed to find yourself on the tables near the track field, in the woods. in an attempt to clear your mind of any thought that passed through it.

you loved love, you loved seeing other people in love. you loved on your own terms, told your friends you loved them, shared your love with animals, your love for your hobbies, books that transported you to other worlds, lyrics from music that spoke to your soul. love was in you and all around you.

but it was hard for you to get attached, hard for you to love someone in that way. you didn’t know if it was simply the fear of being abandoned, of being left behind because you weren’t good enough, fear of the hurt and the aftermath of an eventual break up that led you to be this way. or maybe it was the fact you had seen your siblings’ own heartbreaks, how gaunt their faces would get after nights of sobbing into their pillow, vowing to yourself you’d never allow yourself to go through that. or maybe you just didn’t like anyone, maybe you didn’t even have a soulmate, maybe you were just meant to be alone. after all, it was you who cut people out like tags on your clothing.

you had a habit of pushing people away, especially if they got too close, fearing what they would do when they truly got to know you, flaws and all the uglier parts of yourself you kept locked up hidden deep inside your chest.

your friends, your real friends, were few and far in between, only ever being able to count them on three fingers.

still, you couldn’t help but feel so empty, so monotone and bland. you wanted to feel the overwhelming emotion people described when they were in love. you want the swarms of butterflies in your tummy, the quick beat of your heart against your rib cage, you wanted the soft kisses, the gentle touch of hand on your waist, to intertwine your fingers with someone and feel the warmth of their hand.

you wanted that more than anything.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be here, of all places, weirdo.” came a voice you were all too familiar with.

“That’s rich, coming from you, wacko.” you chuckle as he draws closer to you, settling down on the bench in front of you.

“Saw you spacing out there earlier, got anything on your mind?”

of course you couldn’t hide anything from him. he knew you practically inside out, from the secrets whispered to each other in the dead of night by the lake, sharing your dreams under the stars, to the many times he made you cackle with laughter as you both danced around and banged your head to the beat of Eddie’s music.

you sigh, not knowing what to say.

“I just, I was just thinking about what it would be like to love someone the way other people did.”

“Woah, never took you for the sappy type,” he snorts, as you flick him on his forehead, earning a small ‘ow’ from him. “No but seriously, you okay?"

“Yeah, I am. It’s just, I was looking around the whole time today, watching everybody be all lovey dovey, and I guess I started to think about what it would be like to care for someone so much like that, to actually love someone.” you say, though you might have been right in front of him, Eddie could tell that your mind was far away from where you two were.

“What about that guy you were basically head over heels for? Didn’t you love him?” Eddie joked, wiggling his eyebrows in an attempt to make you laugh, to no avail.

“I’ve never been in love, not seriously.” you say, barely above a whisper as you stared out into the distance.

Eddie cocks his head at you, concerned.

you lift your legs up the bench so you were hugging your knees, resting your chin atop your knee as you sighed.

“I guess I’m just sick and tired of people watching.” you mutter.

but while you were stuck watching the world, you were completely blind to the pair of the warm brown eyes that looked at you with so much softness and affection it made his heart melt.

call it cliche, but he was hopelessly and utterly entranced by you. you, the chatty, bubbly girl from his fifth grade class, marching your way towards him with the first and only valentine he has ever gotten from a girl. you, with your bright laughter and cute snort whenever Eddie made a joke or poked fun at you were music to his ears.

he admired everything about you, how despite the hell of high school you had managed to retain your humanity, your kind and loving nature. he admired your skills, talents, he loved seeing your eyes glitter with excitement as you talked about things you were passionate about.

he would always be there for you, a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen as you lamented all your feelings due to all your pent up angst.

“You wanna hang out after class?” you asked, sitting up properly.

Eddie blinks rapidly for a moment, snapping himself out of his thoughts before nodding. “Why wait until after class?” His eyes glinted with mischief.

you snickered. “Alright, fine. Can’t stand being in a classroom full of mushy gushy teenagers anyway.” you stood up, and the two of you walked towards the parking lot where his van sat.

as you buckled your seatbelt, you turned to him. “Where to?”

he sucks in a breath, tapping on the steering wheel in deep thought before snapping his fingers, turning to you.

“It’s the day of love, right? Why not spend our day by Lover’s Lake?” he teased.

you roll your eyes, despite the laughter that erupts from your throat. “Fine by me, just get me outta here.”

….

once the van pulled up by the lake, you and Eddie sat on the edge of the docks, swinging your legs back and forth as you took a sip of beer from the six pack Eddie had.

you winced before letting out a small burp, to which Eddie scoffed at.

“Weaaak.” he teased, before taking a swig from his own drink and releasing and even louder belch.

you cry out in laughter, hitting him on the arm. “Ew! Eddie, how can anybody be so gross and impressive at the same time?”

he shrugs. “What can I say, I am a man of many talents.”

you giggle again, leaning your head onto his shoulder. that was how you showed your affection, given the rarity of you ever doing so. you had always been afraid of being vulnerable, afraid that once you opened your heart up to someone they’d take advantage of you and leave you in the dust.

but it was never the case when you were with him. you could always be your most authentic self with Eddie, flaws and all. he always stood beside you, welcomed you with open arms whenever you had a rough day.

he was your best friend.

still, a part of you couldn’t help but notice your quickened heartbeat whenever he’d wrap and arm around you, the incessant bouncing of your leg as you waited for him in anticipation at the spot you two would meet, nor could you help the swell of pride in your chest whenever you saw him perform the most insane guitar solos.

however, true to your nature, you kept it all buried within you, under all the other fears and secrets you refused to let out.

a tender silence sat in between the both of you. saying nothing while doing nothing, while it sounded like a boring activity to people outside looking in, it was never boring to you. not when you were with Eddie.

“Do you think we’ll ever find love?” you ask, randomly, completely out of the blue, and the question somewhat takes Eddie aback.

“Well with my handsome looks and amazing personality I think I’m just too good for the people in this town.” he jokes sarcastically, but instead of laughing like you always did, you just smiled at him.

“Yeah, you are.”

those three words could put Eddie into cardiac arrest.

in spite of his reddening cheeks and pulsating heart, he laughs it off, plays it cool and rubs the back of his neck nonchalantly. he mumbles a thank you, the only words he could muster from his mouth.

you look up, it was getting dark and the wind started to pick up. damn this winter cold.

you blow hot breath into your hands and rub them together as the air turns from cold to glacial.

“Jesus, it’s freezing.” Eddie curses as he stands, holding out his hand to you to help you up.

“Holy shit your hands are cold!” he exclaims.

“Sorry.” suddenly, you sneeze.

“Okay, come here.” he pulls you in, grips your hands in his own warm, calloused ones, blowing hot breath into them.

“Th-thanks.” you utter, slightly flustered at your sudden closeness to him.

“Alright, come on, let’s get you home before you freeze to death.”

as you both slip into the van, Eddie suddenly curses, a quiet “shit” flying from his mouth as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

he shakes his head. “Forgot my lunchbox!”

“The one with the w—“

“Yeah the one with the weed.” he says before he turns back and makes his way towards the docks.

you chuckle to yourself. typical Munson behavior.

you decide to put on some music, opening the glove compartment to search for a tape you and him could rock to. as you shuffled through the mess, you stumbled across a piece of card stock.

it’s color had faded over time from a bright pink to one of pastel. you recognized your old, scribbly writing from middle school.

you smiled at the memory, brushing off the fact that Eddie had somehow kept that memento for over seven years, that was, until you stumbled upon a certain cassette tape.

you furrowed your eyes as you looked at the title. in the big, scrawled out handwriting you knew to be Eddie’s, was your name.

impulsively, you set the tape into the sound system.

soft sounds of piano keys being played started to pour out the speakers, followed by the gentle strum of a guitar.

while it was completely different from what Eddie usually listened to, you recognized it as one of your favorite songs.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me

it all comes pouring back to you. your first heartbreak, the reason why you kept your distance from everyone, the reason why you kept your emotions in. but you remember Eddie.

You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me

you remember how he held you in your arms as you cried over a stupid boy who you saw go out with another prettier, more popular girl.

it was a shame you couldn’t see Eddie’s own heart break as he watched you cry and sob over a boy that never even deserved you.

Love of my life can’t you see?

while you carefully observed the world around you, you were completely oblivious to the boy who thought of you as his world.

suddenly, you turned to your left, hearing the door open.

“Sorry about that I—“ he paused, hearing the music, then gazing at you, whose eyes were glossed over, wide with surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but with a knowing look all the same.

“Where— uh, whatcha listening to?” he says, chuckling nervously in an attempt to keep his composure. that tape was meant to be how he would have confessed his feelings for you, he stowed it away though, promising to himself that he’d do it, he’d man up and just do it someday.

“Eddie,” you say, slowly. “Do—do you like me?”

Eddie sucks in a breath, shaking his head. “Is it that obvious?” he chuckles, again. this time at himself, for letting his feelings get in the way of this beautiful, wonderful friendship you both shared. idiot, he thought to himself. did you really think you could ever have a chance with her?

all his doubts are pushed away as you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers the way you wished you could.

too busy watching the world, too busy being jealous of what others had when all you could ever want was right in front of you.

you lightly stroke the back of his hand with your thumb as you smile. your hand slowly moves towards his face, cupping his cheek ever so gently, tracing his smile lines.

Eddie swallows, every fiber of his being screaming at him to just throw all caution into the wind and lay his lips on yours.

finally mustering up the courage, he opens his mouth to speak.

“(y/n), I—“

you grin. “Just kiss me.”

and he does. and you kiss him back.

years of pent up emotions suddenly come flooding out as your lips move with his.

after some time, you pull away to catch your breath. Eddie’s eyes looked directly into yours. while your gaze would often drift to somewhere even farther away as you spaced out, you wouldn’t dare to lose your focus lest you forget the warmth in his brown eyes.

“I really like you, you know.” he whispered, your foreheads touching.

“I really like you too.” you admit. years of fearing affection and intimacy dissipate. you had nothing to be scared of, this was Eddie, the same Eddie who brought you your favorite candy as he snuck into your window when you were grounded to help cheer you up, the same Eddie who played you your favorite songs on the guitar just so you could sing along.

he was the same sweet boy he was that day you handed him that valentine.

and you were still the same girl who loved with her entire being, to the point that she was incapable of being unkind, the amazing girl that Eddie had come to know.

he was still your Eddie, and you were still his (y/n).

no need to watch the world, when your world sat right in front of you.

no more desire to go people watching, when your favorite person in the whole world was always at your side.

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"I love you"

30 Day Blurb Prompt Challenge - Wordless ways to say, "I love you"

blurb prompt link here

Day 1 - Holding their hand when they are shaking.

Warnings - Slight anxiety, start of a panic attack, fem!reader

Word Count - 772

The RV jostled slightly from a small bump in the road. Everyone was silent, so lost in their own mind and thoughts that conversation was shoved into the back of their minds.

Steve sat in the driver's seat, Nancy next to him on the passenger side. Robin and Erica sat directly behind Steve on a small bench. Max and Lucas sat across from each other at the small dining table. You sat in-between Eddie and Dustin on the very back bench. Everyone was clad in the gear they purchased from Warzone not too long ago.

The setting sun let a warm orange glow illuminate the RV. It should've been a fun memory. One with the kids playing card games at the table, Robin pestering Nancy and Steve, you and Eddie intensely discussing your next campaign in the back. It should've been filled with laughter. But it instead left an eerie feeling emanating around the place.

The silence was deafening, the only sounds that reached your ears was the soft melodic voice of Kate Bush and the soft hum on the tires rolling at a high speed.

You could feel your anxiety spike. Your mind had nothing else to focus on. No other conversations around you to distract you from the impending thoughts of the possible deaths of you and your friends. You were terrified that you had bitten off more than you could chew this time, not having Eleven to swoop in at the very last moment to help defeat the big bad upside down monster. She was halfway across the country, doing something sketchy with Mike, Will, and Johnathan. It didn't help ease your conscience one bit at the fact that the Byer's never picked up. Not in the two dozen times Max called, nobody picked up.

You could feel your breathing start to stagger, forehead starting to sweat a bit. You were trying to hold it together for everyone. It was the least you could do.

Everyone had managed to slap on a brave face, so why couldn't you? You've been in this position before, many times. And never, at any point, has your anxiety gotten this bad.

Maybe it was because you were going up against the final boss. Something so new that you were basing your entire operation off a D&D description. But this wasn't D&D. This wasn't a fantasy game.

Maybe it's because Eleven's not here. Or Hopper. Or Joyce. Or any of the people you would normally be relying heavily on.

Or maybe it's because this time, you have everything to lose.

All those other times you fought against an entity from the upside down, Eddie was safe. He was at home, practicing his guitar or reading his new D&D manual. Not here, next to you, about to put his own life on the line.

Your hands started to shake at the thought.

Eddie was risking his life. It wasn't just you anymore. It was the one person you cared about the most, the one person you couldn't live without, putting his life in the way of danger just as much as you. You could live if something happened to yourself. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time. But Eddie? No. Absolutely not.

Your eyes started to water. You could not, under any circumstances, let anything happen to him. He was your future, your whole world. How could you live without air? You wouldn't. You would just suffocate.

You felt your whole body tremble at the thought. You tried to take deep breaths, to push it all down, but it didn't work. Eddie had already noticed, it was too late to try and write it off as a cold chill.

"Hey," His soft voice cut through your rabid thoughts. His warm hand wrapped around yours that rested on your thigh.

His touch soothed you more than you thought it would've. It acted as an anchor, your anchor.

After a few deep breaths in, your breathing leveled out. His hand never left yours, his thumb soothingly rubbing small circles onto your thigh beneath your hand. His rings a cold contrast to his warm hand. it was a contrast you welcomed. One you felt comforted by. A sensation you had felt many times before, allowing you to easily get lost in the good memories of a time when you weren't about to risk your lives.

His touch was like a drug. One you wouldn't ever get enough of. The feeling of his calloused fingertips caressing your wrist. How his hands would naturally gravitate towards your. His own way of silently telling you, "I love you".

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 23: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.4k oop shifting gears entirely for a little bit lmao request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sleazy behaviour, angst, is oswald a content warning? maybe

You woke up the same way you did every morning. Irritated, heartbroken, and with a fixed grimace that you tried to translate to gratefulness in the face of your new circumstances.

“Everyone starts somewhere, love.”

That sentence haunted you, the one Tracey uttered as she showed you to the room you were permitted to stay in until you could find somewhere better. She wasn’t much of a talker. And neither was Candy. But you were thankful to have other women around. It made you feel less alone, less of a target. Not by a huge margin though.

Since you’d started working for Oswald Cobblepot, you’d been on the receiving end of far more compliments than you ever thought you would, and you hated it. Each and every one of them. It came with the territory, or with the boss. Since it was mostly his henchman who made the lewd comments and spent their time leering, you could tell they were only following the example set for them. And the worst culprit for the uncomfortable words and lingering touches was Oswald himself.

Slipping on your ridiculous outfit, one that matched Candy and Tracey, you sighed as you took in your reflection in the broken mirror. At least in the sewers you could wear what you wanted. It was hardly Eddie’s style to have someone dress up for him, when he himself couldn’t even be bothered to buy a new vest.

A sharp knock at the door made you jump as you put on your uncomfortable heels.

“You coming, sweetheart? He’ll be right pissed if you’re not at the desk on time.”

Tracey’s words were always laced with anger, and you wondered how much of it was natural to her, and how much of it came from the circumstances she’d found herself stuck in. As much as the tone always felt bitter and heated, the words were never cruel. She meant well, and you appreciated that, taking comfort in what miniscule goodness you could find.

“Coming!”

Outside the door she was waiting on you, looking you up and down as you exited. She brushed a few loose strands of hair away from your face and undid one of the buttons on the dress you wore.

“Got to look the part, love. Otherwise he’ll just-”

“Complain, yeah, I know.”

She lightly slapped your cheek playfully a couple of times before she walked off to her own duties for the day. You headed, unbalanced and clumsily, in the other direction, heading for the desk at the entrance to Cobblepot’s latest base of operations. You wondered why he had given you this position. It was probably because Tracey and Candy had both decided they were too good for the abuse they got on the front desk, and rightfully so. They were far more poised than you, more assertive. And they’d carved their niche in Cobblepot’s gang. Tracey was exceptionally good at getting the goons in line, and Candy was technologically talented. As far as Cobblepot cared to know, you could answer a phone and sit quietly while you were berated, interrogated, or flirted with. That’s all he needed from you.

And right now, you were thankful for that. He was in between schemes, so to speak, so it was mercifully quiet this week compared to how it was the week before, when you had started. Sometimes it felt like you had been here for months, but you were only just beginning to serve your time. This punishment, for doing nothing but fall for the wrong person. And even you weren’t sure if you meant Mark or Eddie with that statement.

Trying to distract yourself with your work, you monitored the radios and dealt with some of the filing. The work was easy, it was the people that made it difficult.

“Much the same as it was in the sewers.”

You quietly muttered to yourself, smiling a little, wistfully, as you thought about whether you might prefer to be there right now. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, perpetually. But you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening at the end of the long corridor.

There were no appointments, so your heart immediately sank, knowing that the only people who would barge in were people with a complaint. And you usually bore the brunt of Oswald’s less than honest dealings.

But there was something familiar about the stomping, and you struggled to place it as it grew louder and closer, hoping to know who you were about to be dealing with before they arrived. Anything to give yourself a head start on diffusing the situation. They were quick, angry, and definitely wearing some kind of heavy boots.

The figure entered the makeshift reception and brushed past your desk, a hand held up to silence you, to stop you from insisting that he sit down and make an appointment. But you were almost speechless as you placed him, deciding that your eyes weren’t playing cruel tricks. And at your one word, you had his attention.

“Eddie?”

Stopping in his tracks he stood completely still, facing away from you for at least ten seconds before slowly turning to face you. His face fell, less of his neutral sneer and more of an awkward frown.

“I. You. I. Hadn’t… I didn’t expect… Why are you here?”

You shrugged and motioned to the desk and your dress with your hands.

“I… work here…”

He took you in, eyes drawn down over what parts of you he could see above the desk, and back to your face where he maintained eye contact for longer than he usually would, quickly looking away as he spoke again, trying to maintain a nonchalant attitude.

“I see. I wouldn’t have pegged you as a receptionist. But perhaps this work suits you perfectly after all.”

“Eddie, you-”

“I trust that you’re well.”

“I’m… not… unwell.”

“Good, that makes two of us. Without your constant distractions I have been fruitful in my labours. Yes, I think I’ll be ready with a functioning prototype any day now. And the plans for the factory are fleshing out well. Lots of achievements and good work going on. Unlike here, where I assume…”

He looked you up and down again, eyes lingering for a split second on the ample cleavage Tracey had so thoughtfully helped you to put on display.

“… well I assume that not much work goes on at all.”

Wincing at his own words, Eddie realised he had, in the process of trying to undermine you and your new position, hurt his own feelings with the suggestion that anyone else might be looking at you, or god forbid more than that. Simultaneously, he cursed himself, realising that if he had known you would be amenable to wearing a ridiculous uniform he could have had a lot more fun while you were down in the sewers with him. For degradation reasons, obviously, he corrected himself. Nothing more. Nothing untoward. Nothing that would suggest any attraction.

You were doing it to him again. Not wasting a single second, you already had him going in circles and getting distracted. Thinking things he would rather not think. He narrowed his eyes at you, pushing aside the obvious fact that he was pleased to see you, in any state or situation, and offering you a sneer.

“Eddie. You don’t have an appointment. Do you want me to see if Mister Cobblepot can see you?”

Furrowing his brow at the way you said Oswald’s name, he spoke through gritted teeth.

“No, actually. I think this…”

He gestured vaguely at the space between you two.

“… was enough unpleasantness for one day. I have better things to be doing than catering to the likes of you two.”

As he left, in what you would only be able to describe under oath as a petulant huff, you rolled your eyes. There went the only man you had ever really been in love with. And the longer you spent apart, the more you began to realise how ridiculous that seemed. But still, you found yourself smiling at the way he left. So childish, so filled with emotion he refused to let out. There was something endearing, still, about him, and that only served to annoy you more.

But it was fine. You’d see him again. In fact, you were more than certain that now he was aware of where you were that you might be seeing a lot more of him, and deep down you welcomed it, even if you forced an exasperated sigh out of your mouth before getting back to your work.

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Hot take I'm seeing quite a few posts confused over why Deadloch isn't trending or much more popular on tumblr because "tumblr is so gay and so feminist". And I am sorry to say this but tumblr isn't the "lesbian website" or the "feminist website". Tumblr loves men just as much as the rest of society does, its user base just loves them in a very online way which makes it look a bit different at times. It has always been this way, starting with shipping every two white dudes in close proximity to each other, over worshipping old male Hollywood actors to downright MRA and anti-feminist talking points in the recent past in "progressive leftist" spaces on here. All done in very uwu political correct tumblr speak of course.

And it's really that simple. Media with two (often times white) guys standing close to each other will always be more popular on here than anything women- or lesbian centric, no matter how many theoretical tumblr approval boxes said media ticks. There is a reason why lesbian shows get canceled left and right. Even if lesbian shows are trending for one or two days there is just no genuine interest from a majority of people (on tumblr and anywhere else). Men overall are rarely interested if it isn't made with the male gaze in mind or focusses on men, straight women aren't interested, even many bi women (don't come at me I am bi) aren't interested because they don't see other women (and often times themselves) as complete and potentially interesting people/characters (how often I've seen women on here saying something along the lines of "my favourite characters are all men but it's just because these characters are so good! Pure coincidence. I would definitely love a female character but I just have never found one I am that obsessed with. Not my fault, they are all written in a bad/boring way").

Doesn't matter how often the word "queer" is thrown around here, all of this has always been the same and it won't change. Which is.. fine? I have never expected it to be something else. A website that isn't specifically designed for lesbians but only attracts lesbians would be magical. But a website thats designed for nerdy people and especially women of that kind will attract.. nerdy people/women. Consisting of the same groups of people that exist in real life, including lots of women attracted to men. I have my little bubble here in which I mainly see lesbian content but the things on my dashboard rarely reflect what's trending or the content of popular posts.

I am not bitter about this because it has never been different (here or anywhere else) but I am surprised that people are still thinking that this website would worship a lesbian-lead and female-centric show when it would be entirely out of character for tumblr as a whole to do so. I mean maybe this is all about the show being australian. Maybe people don't like Australia. I also get that crime shows aren't THAT popular either but I guarantee you, if Dulcie and Eddie were dudes this show would be trending so hard.

Deadloch is a fantastic show. It looks amazing, has fantastic humor, the drama is great, the plot is great, there is a good message behind everything and the show also sprinkles in some of tumblrs top ten greatest political correct catch phrases. The main two characters are played by lesbians, another actress from the main cast is bisexual. One of the main characters is a lesbian and there are several other lesbian characters in the show. The other main character is a woman of color (who SHOULD be same sex attracted but sadly seemingly is not which makes me cry). Almost all important characters are women. Amazingly written by the way. There are plenty of women of color, indigenous women especially, playing important roles. All female characters are complex and nuanced people and their suffering isn't used for shock value or to push forward the plot. The two main female characters are both over 40 years old! What the show doesn't have is the same two decent looking men standing in close proximity to each other. And there really isn't any arguing against my little rant here because the only thing I accept as proving me wrong is a lot of people watching Deadloch or overall more women centric and lesbian centric stuff :) Thank you :)

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Stripper Steve/Writer Eddie

Inspired by my results from a NSFW generator tweet, lol. This is just a brainstorming session, mainly so I can put SOMETHING in my WIP folder for this idea.

Said results were: Stripper Steve, Writer Eddie, At a Gay Bar, Size Kink. Simple enough. It could be either a smutty PWP one-shot, or a smutty epic romance. I could see it going either way, but I never met a story I couldn’t spice up by adding romantic clichés.

So Writer!Eddie meets Stripper!Steve at a gay bar. Sparks fly, as they often do. Eddie has a bit of a size kink, and loves how strong and muscular Steve is compared to him. They talk a little bit about their respective professions (especially Steve, who wants to nip any anti-sex work or anti-stripper bias Eddie may have in the bud as quick as possible. He’s been slut-shamed about it way too many times to count; Eddie’s cool with it), and decide to head back to Eddie’s place to have sex. Turns out Eddie has a huge dick, and Steve has a size kink too.

[if this was a PWP one-shot, this is where it would end. But I love to complicate things, lol, and so it continues…]

Initially, the plan is just for a one night stand, but of course, this is Steddie, and they can’t get enough of each other. They start meeting up semi-regularly. And it’s not just sex either. Sometimes they have dinner beforehand. Sometimes one of them spends the night and stays for breakfast. It doesn’t take long for them to develop, ugh, FEELINGS. Eddie, who’s been in a bit of a creative dry spell lately, finds himself able to write again. Sometimes he’ll even read Steve a few passages from his novel in progress (Steve, who is semi-dozing beside him in bed, is only half-listening, but tells him it sounds good).

But eventually, because romance story cliché, some wires get crossed. Maybe Steve realizes he’s catching feelings (caught feelings, really - these boys are down BAD), and breaks things off. Maybe they both say hurtful things they don’t mean. It’s easy to be hurt when you’ve fallen so hard.

Some time later (idk, a year? Don’t press me for details, I’m spitballing here, lol), Eddie’s book comes out. Bestseller, naturally. It’s not specifically a love story, but the love is practically dripping off every page (not like that, ya nasty). It’s textual, but also abstract and symbolic. It’s painfully obvious to anyone who reads it that Eddie was in love, but it didn’t work out. Someone (Robin? Yeah, Robin) lends Steve the book and tells him to read it. Because she is wise and knows all. He does, and is incredibly touched and emotional about it. Because even though people have been teasing him for being “just a pretty face” his whole life (which he’s not of course), even Steve can read between the lines. In fact, he even recognizes a few lines in the book from Eddie reading them to him in bed. Said lines are essentially a love confession. And Steve realizes that even though he might have fucked up worse than anyone has ever fucked up in their life, he needs to see Eddie again. Even if Eddie ends up slamming the door in his face, which he’d deserve, he must.

At Eddie’s place, Eddie doesn’t immediately slam the door, but it’s a near thing. Steve starts off by telling him he read the book. That it was amazing. Talks about the symbolism. Talks about how much he related to the main characters (especially the one obviously based on himself). He’s rambling, a bit nervous and awkward, but it eventually becomes him talking about his own feelings. Getting a bit worked up. There may be a heartfelt apology in there somewhere. He’s essentially baring his entire heart and soul right there on Eddie’s doorstep.

Eddie, for his part, is cold to Steve at first. Which is understandable - he got his heart broken, after all. But the more Steve rambles, the softer Eddie gets, until he can feel tears pricking at his eyes.

“Um,” Steve says, finally losing steam after god knows how long, “well. That’s it I guess. Sorry to just show up here. I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing. I’ll see you around…” That last bit said with the air of ‘I know we’ll probably never see each other again.’

He turns to leave, already planning to head to Robin’s place to raid her ice cream freezer and cry, but before he gets even once step, Eddie grabs him. Pulls him inside. Shuts the door. Practically shoves him against it. He’s surprisingly strong for how skinny he is, as Steve had found out early in their…interactions.

“Steven Middle Name Harrington,” he growls, but he’s smiling. “You are, without a doubt, the single most insufferable human being I have ever met in my life. You leave your dirty socks on the floor, you let dishes sit for too long, your hair clogs the drain more than mine - which, how is that even possible? You have more beauty products than a cosmetics department, you snore like a lumberjack, and you can barely cook anything more advanced than instant ramen. And-“ he pauses. Steve winces; he’s torn because Eddie’s words sound angry, but he’s still smiling? Was that a tear? “And I love you so much it’s made me stupid because here I am, with you in my house again, in my arms, and all I want to do is kiss you silly.”

Steve smiles, letting his tears fall freely now. They both are. He reaches over to cup Eddie’s face in his hands.

“Don’t hold back on my account,” he tries to tease, but to Eddie it sounds more like “I love you too.”

The kiss feels like coming home. A very wet and salty coming home perhaps, but a homecoming nonetheless.

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On Comedy and Comedians

In recent years, there's been a lot of debate about comedy and comedians, and about whether specific comedians are funny. So I thought I'd put some of my thoughts down, these are of course only my subjective opinions. I'm sure there must be a well-researched book on this matter.

Comedy is a performing art

It's very audience-based, and comedians learn how to work their audience: selecting the right jokes, presenting them in the right order, using specific inflections to deliver the punchline etc. It's no wonder that when on tour, comedians add a few jokes to their routine that are about the specific location they're in. (For example, watch Katt Williams' opening monologue at a show in Jacksonville.)

So if you listen to a comedian and don't think they're particularly funny, the first question you should ask yourself is whether you're a part of the audience they're speaking to. There are a wide range of comics doing very different types of comedy: Jerry Seinfeld does observational, everyday humour; Sarah Silverman likes to shock and takes pauses for effect; Michelle Wolf does conversational, quick-paced bites; Dave Chapelle does bit-wise comedy where you have to remember the full set; Aries Spears is great at mimicry; Jeff Ross is great at roasts; the list goes on...

In addition, comics build on the artistry of others: Seinfeld developed his niche based on Cosby, Eddie Murphy took some bits from Richard Pryor. So if you do not like one comic, there are many more you could like. One might simply not be for you, it doesn't mean they are not funny.

Jokes can be mean

The only requirement for a joke is to be funny, it might be mean, maybe tone-deaf, maybe even ignorant, but it should be funny. It might be funny in ways people are ashamed to admit, but that's what comics play on - that's their entire reason for existing.

Comics do not do shows to make people mad. It's counter-intuitive for a comic to try to displease their audience, it makes no sense on their part. They gain absolutely nothing from doing that, and they've thought about their jokes long before they say it. So trust me, they're not trying to be mean when they say something mean, they're being funny.

I agree that there's a thin line though. It gets mean when they continuously punch down on the same person, but typically comics direct a one or two jokes at a person then move on. So it's always good to think about intent. For example, Chris Rock's GI Jane joke at the Oscars was funny and relevant. It was a joke about a movie to an audience celebrating film and it was delivered perfectly.

No subject is off limits

Off-limit subjects are antithetical to comedy as an art form. You can not have a subject that people are afraid to make jokes about. It defeats the whole purpose of comedy. If you're offended by a joke because it's insensitive to something you hold dear, it's important to consider if it could be funny to someone who has no idea how dear you hold the subject matter.

You might also want to think about why you're very offended by it, most times it has nothing to do with the comedian. And I say this as a Nigerian (scams are a popular joke) and a Catholic (take your pick) who stutters (I mean...).

You have to evaluate a comic's full set

Long before comics record their specials that appear on Netflix or HBO, they go on tour. They test each joke at comedy clubs and nights they MC, they adjust and fine-tune each joke, gauging the laughs they get and how people respond to them.

When they record their specials, the jokes are ready. They know how to deliver them, when to back off, and when to double down. They also know how the audience will respond. So when evaluating a special, you can't take one joke and analyze it, you have to analyze the whole body of work. You shouldn't see a clip online and judge it, it's a bit like listening to only one song off a musician's album and passing judgement on it. You're unlikely to know what they were trying to do.

So, how do you know a joke is funny?

Comics usually play up a scene from reality and deconstruct it. It might be something they've witnessed or something imagined, they might focus on the scene's actors, the characters behind the scene, or the scene itself. They might ponder on what the outcomes of the scene were or should've been.

Then, they have to select an aspect of the scene for comedic rendering. To do this, they employ some language devices: analogy, onomatopoeia, symbolism, etc, as well as some elocution strategies. They may enlist some audience participation.

The only test for whether a joke is funny is whether the devices employed fit the aspect of the scene selected. And it's a valence test, i.e., how funny was it, as opposed to a content test, i.e., was it funny or not. The difference between a published comic and your funny friend is that the former's jokes are typically of high valence and the latter's jokes are of low valence. Whether a joke needs to be explained has no impact on whether it's funny or not, but typically the higher the valence, the less explanation is needed.

Finally,

There is the chance that you're listening to someone who just isn't funny, but unless you're in a comedy club that takes on unknown comics still trying to hone their craft, it's very unlikely.

#comedy #comedians

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