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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year

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“Pizza’s on the way,” Eddie announces. He flops down on the sofa, crashing right into Billy’s side and smiling when the little outburst goes unnoticed. “I got mushrooms and cherry tomatoes like you like.”

Without looking up from his book, Billy hums. Turns the page gently while Eddie noses a kiss against his cheek.

“Did you get plain cheese for Stevie?” Billy asks.

“Yup, with stuffed crusts.”

Billy nods once. Zones back into his book, if the way that his breathing softens is any indication. Eddie scoots closer. Glances at the page and implements the five finger rule that Billy showed him — and determines before he’s even halfway down that this book is way over his head.

“Dude, what kind of Old Testament shit is this?”

It takes Billy a moment to finish the sentence that he’s reading before his eyes stop skimming back and forth.

“The Vampyre by John Polidori,” Billy says. “It’s the original vampire novel.”

“I thought Dracula was the original vampire.”

Billy taps the page lightly with his thumb.

“This was like seventy years before Bram Stoker’s Dracula was published. Stoker’s novel is actually considered an adaptation of this one.”

Eddie nods. Leans his head against Billy’s shoulder and wraps his arms around him.

“Then why not just read Dracula?”

“Because I’m reading it next.”

“God, you’re such a goth, y’know that?”

A small smile blooms on Billy’s face as he shakes his head.

“I don’t listen to the music.”

“C’mon, I’ve heard you bopping to Siouxsie and the Banshees before.”

“One of Max’s mixes,” Billy excuses.

“The Cure?”

“Jonathan left his tape in my car and I haven’t given it back yet.”

There’s a slight pause. Eddie sits up enough to look at his partner, quirking a brow.

“Since when do you hang around Byers?”

Billy purses his lips.

“I don’t. He works part-time at the library.”

“He’s showing you music in your car.” Eddie spreads a grin and Billy’s face begins to burn a flustered shade of red. “You have a little crush on him, don’t you?” When Billy doesn’t say anything, Eddie snickers. “You definitely have a type, that’s all I’m saying.”

“No I don’t.”

“No you don’t have a crush on him or no you don’t have a type?”

Billy huffs and waves Eddie off with his hand.

“Either.”

“Lanky brunets,” Eddie lilts. “Typically of the brooding persuasion.”

“You do not brood, Munson, you’re the most bubbly motherfucker on the planet.”

“That’s why I said typically, babe, let’s try and keep up.” Eddie nuzzles closer and chews his lip. “Y’know, mostly based on Steve and Jonathan. Maybe a little bit of Hagan.”

“You’re putting way too much thought into this.”

“There’s definitely a pattern, wouldn’t you say? Lanky brunets…” Eddie wonders. “Brooding, pale skin, brown eyes…”

Billy’s eyes stay locked on the page that he hasn’t finished reading yet, jaw set as Eddie tippy-taps his fingers against the blond’s chest.

“Is your type just… vampires?” Eddie muses.

“Energy vampires, maybe,” Billy grumbles. He dog-ears the page and finally shuts his book, laying it in his lap. “But no.”

Eddie chuckles. Flattens his hand against Billy’s sternum and smooths his palm back and forth.

“Seems like it to me.”

“This may surprise you, but I’m not so shallow that I only care about looks.”

“So…” Eddie trails off. “There’s an outlier.”

“Edd—“

“Who is it?”

“I’m not doing this right now.”

“You’re my boyfriend, you’re contractually obligated to tell me about your hot man crushes.”

Billy presses his lips together and doesn’t budge when Eddie tries to shake an answer out of him. Eddie is about to start more roughly demanding when the doorbell rings, and it derails his train of thought long enough for Billy to slip away from him.

The blond jumps up from his seat to answer the door, practically ripping the door off of its hinges when he opens it. Light pours into the entryway, obstructed by a tall figure.

“Thanks for ordering Surfer Boy Pizza where we make everything fresh except…” the voice trails off momentarily, nearly cut off by the bubbly laugh that exits the guy’s lips. “‘Sup, lil’ dude!”

A hand shoots out to fist bump Billy, which he barely reacts fast enough to reciprocate. Still, the blond spreads a dopey little smile.

“Hey, Argyle,” he greets. Soft, for how flustered he is.

“Man, I didn’t know you lived right here or I would’ve been hopping the fence for backyard smoke seshes.”

Billy fishes his wallet out of his pocket.

“Yeah, it’s kind of a new situation. Still getting settled.” Which is technically true if you count the box that’s been sitting unpacked in the corner for two weeks. “You should still come by sometime, though. When, uh… you’re not working, obviously.”

“Def!” Argyle says. “That’ll be fourteen fifty, bro.”

Billy digs in his wallet for a moment before he slaps a couple of bills in the other guy’s hand, which he trades the pizza for.

“Keep the change.”

Argyle furrows his brows.

“You gave me thirty.”

“Then I guess you have some extra cash for snacks when we hang out,” Billy lilts.

Argyle nods. Spreads a grin as he pockets the cash and fist bumps Billy once more.

“Sweet,” he says, and turns on his heel. “I’ll be seeing you around, lil’ dude!”

Billy waves briefly before he kicks the door shut, turning to walk into the kitchen and stopping in his tracks when he sees Eddie smirking at him from the couch.

The blond’s face turns ten different shades of red in a matter of seconds.

“The pizza guy, huh?” Eddie teases. “I see it.”

“I haven’t seen him much since I left Cali, alright? He just moved in with Jonathan and I haven’t had time to visit.”

“Right.”

Billy shifts his weight on his feet, furrowing his brows.

“Am I under investigation or something?”

“Nerds.”

“What?”

“Nerds. That’s your type. You like ‘em kinda dorky and way too interested in their hobbies.”

Billy scoffs.

“Stevie isn’t a nerd.”

“He’s a sports guy. You can twist it how you want, but he’s a nerd about it.”

“Tommy, then.”

“Too into cars.”

“Jon— actually, I understand that one, but Argyle is definitely not a nerd.”

Eddie chuckles and leans his elbow against the armrest, setting his chin in his hand thereafter.

“How many weed strands can that guy name? More than I can, and I can name a lot.” Eddie clicks his tongue when Billy has no counter argument. “Plus, he’s super passionate about his job. He talked my ear off about toppings for twenty minutes one time when I called in.”

Billy sighs. Sets the pizza down on the counter and crosses his arms, clearly working things over in his head. Eddie gets up in the meantime and strolls over. Gently pushes a stray curl out of Billy’s face before he laces his arms around his neck.

“Jokes aside, I think it’s nice that you like so many different people.”

Blue eyes meet his, and Billy softens. Sets his hands on Eddie’s hips.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I mean, you have lots of love to give, y’know? Of course it’s spilling over, sweetheart. Your cup is full.”

Billy chews his lip thoughtfully.

“I never looked at it that way before.”

Eddie leans closer. Kisses the corner of his partner’s mouth while he toys with a lock of his hair, soft to the touch and free of product.

“Glad my ramblings were of use to you,” Eddie chuckles. “Wanna have a sit-down with sleeping beauty after dinner? Talk some strats for getting you out of the friend zone?”

“I dunno if I wanna do that.”

“I’m pretty sure Steve’s had the hots for Tommy for a while now, so maybe we can knock everything out all at once.”

Billy raises an eyebrow.

“You’re not crushing on anyone? I might have to do some digging on you too, Munson, mister hopeless romantic.”

“I’m fine with bothering you two for eternity. I’m actually making it my life’s goal as we speak.”

“Of course you are.”

Billy ropes him closer, pulls him up to his tippy toes so he can press his lips to his neck — one of Eddie’s many, many weaknesses.

One of the others is, unfortunately, being manhandled. Even though Billy is gentle, it sends a thrill down Eddie’s spine when he’s lifted effortlessly.

“Want me to pay you back for the pizza?” Eddie breathes.

He makes a surprised noise when a large hand squeezes his ass.

“Keep your money, baby,” Billy lilts. Low and affectionate and now Eddie is the one getting flustered. “Wanna go wake Stevie up so we can eat and have our little discussion?”

Eddie nods. Shudders when Billy mouths at his throat and holds him ever closer.

“Yeah…” he manages.

Then Billy releases him. Let’s his socked feet touch the floor once again before he’s patting his behind and ushering him out of the kitchen.

Eddie has this sneaking suspicion that they’re gonna do way more than talk after they eat.

#harringroveson #mostly Mungrove bc Steve isn’t there #other relationships implied #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harington #argyle stranger things #Billy is an academic and you can’t change my mind #he reads weird shit in his free time for fun and has a massive vocabulary #also #is there a ship name for Every Guy in st yet?#bc there should be #bc I’m obsessed w it #I actually have a whole fic planned around the premise of Billy being poly and struggling w it #having a crush on five dudes at once is hard work #my writing #ficlet #not edited #only guy I haven’t picked up yet is Keith (and Jason but I don’t think I’m there yet)

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relocatedheads · 1 year

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Summary: the trio go on a deal and ends with some hurt / comfort Pairing: Steddie X Reader - poly relationship Trigger Warning: panic attack / misogyny Content Warning: previous high explanations / insecure reader / Steve gets a little assertive physically / Eddie is short tempered (kinda)

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“I don't know,” you whined, exacerbated from the constant failed attempts at finding a new jacket. “Do yous think this is too long?” You turned from the mirror to look towards Eddie and Steve. One paying the correct amount of attention and the other distracted by the small trinkets dotted about the charity shop.

“No, I think it’s short enough.” Steve had walked over to pinch and pull about the jacket, “Suits your jeans.” His comment was matched with a little kiss to the top of your head. “You should get it.”

You looked around in the mirror to try find the infamous set of frizzy curls, “Eddie, where have you gone?” You couldn’t help the laugh, knowing the boy all too well.

He reappeared with a jacket of his own in hand, holding it up by the shoulders, jingling it “Look how metal this is!” If a jacket could’ve been described as Eddie Munson, it was this one. But the boy stopped in his tracks once his brain caught up, “Tell me you’re getting that?” His face was a bashful smile.

“I don’t know..” You’d tuned back to the mirror, moving around trying to settle your brain.

“Sweetheart, Babe, Love of my life, how can you not be sure?” Steve laughed at the boys dramatic nature. “Its amazing, and with the jeans! You gotta!”

“Steve said the same thing!”

“So it’s a yes?” Steve was smirking at you, rested upon a structure.

Shrugging it off, you smiled coyly hopping off to the till. Eddie and Steve found themselves bemused by your giddy nature, like always.

Opening the door, Eddie glanced at his watch haphazardly “Oh shit, hurry your asses, I have business to attend.” Walking out under his arm, you and Steve cross your brows at him, he makes a smoking gesture towards you both.

“I aint done one of them in ages, lemme join.” Steve replied, wrapping you under his arm as you all walked to Eddies van.

“A smoke or a deal?”

“Both.” Your head and eyes just followed between the two as you all go in and set off.

“Get your own hobby, man.” Eddie groaned, eyes rolling around the road looking for the right turn.

You both laughed at his blatant pouting, “Don’t be so selfish, Munson.”

The ride remained light as always, music on lower than Eds preferred, but only to hear yours and Steves conversations: pointing out people you knew - which ended in a mini bitch fest.

Eddie pulled up to a lay-by unexpectedly. His motions of turning the engine off, getting his box from the foot well and getting out was so fluid the two of you didn’t seem to register. He opened Steves door and delivered rather cockily “You coming then?”

The walk to Eddies place of shop was wordless to start with: Eddie leading a head, Steves hand in yours - which you swayed childishly, causing a little game filled with small shoves, tugs and giggles to form between you.

All the metal head could hear was gasps, laughs, shrieks of Steves name, belly laughs from the as fore mentioned and an unnecessary amount of leafs crunching. But he also could feel his heart swelling at his two loves being so enticed by each other. If anyone had told Eddie he’d life would resolve with a prick ex jock turned gentleman and a forever sweetheart by 20, he would’ve swore blind you’d had the wrong Eddie.

When turned to face his loves, he was met with the two of them linked by both arms, you practically being dragged by Steve from leaning over into his personal bubble, Steve had a hand on her cheek taping it. As they noticed him looking, they both blushed and stopped instantly, sending him 2 beautiful dandy smiles.

“Okay,” He broke the ice, walking backwards, “I want: no funny business; no words; no sweet talking” He pointedly looked at Steve “And no handiness.” That same looking being directed over to you. Both of you nodded, he continued “I got a reputation to fill,” Eddie spun back around, holding a pointed finger in the air, as the tow of you caught up to him, “Cannot have my people think I’m soft.”

You laughed at his clearly sappy nature, bumping him slightly. Steve shook his head, “Eddie, when you used to sell to me, you opened a conversation without telling me how you used to choke on the smoke...”

“I was just a boy, Harrington.”

“Eddie it was 2 years ago!”

He slung an arm over both of your shoulders, pulling you both into him, leaning into Steves personal space, “And look where you are now? Two of you is enough, I cannot handle a third partner.”

“Ow, I really wanted a girlfriend.” You joked from under them both. Steve rolled out a chuckle and Eddie knocked his head into yours, planted a little kiss to your hair.

The rest of the walk was simply and sweet. It weren't too long until the clearing came into sight and he let go of your both. You could see the Eddie, the freak, Munson persona being draped on as he strutted up a head.

“Better late than ever, Munson.” A deep voice bellowed.

“Time is relative.” There it was... his professional voice. Eddie had a talent of dipping and twisting his voice base on the person / environment he was facing. Any time it was brung up, he never seemed to notice he did it, but you and Steve could guarantee your butterflies were set off and your knee buckled every time. He matched the new louder, deeper voice with a cocky dramatic action of looking at his watch “And i’m just on time.”

“Harrington? y/n?” Great. Of course Eddie decided to bring you both to a deal with one of the Jocks. You smile, Steve salutes. “Didnt know you did group deals munson.”

“Nah, just training new staff.” The 4 of you took refuge at the picnic table. Eddie delivered his comment while shrugging off his jacket, lumping it onto the table.

“Didn’t know a goodie two shoes like you did this sort of stuff.” The jock spoke as you all sat: you next to Eddie, and Steve opposite, next to the jock.

You pull a straight smile at the boy and shrugged. Both boys locking eyes, sharing a stare then glaring at the jock.

“We’re all full of secrets, aren't we?” Steve butted in, the threat coming from his protective side - tone lowered and sharp.

“$40 for a half” Eddie breaks the silence almost unaware of the comment, he’s slightly muffled behind the tin of his box, hand fishing around for the right baggy.

“Bit steep, Munson?”

“I dont like you.” He says beautifully bluntly face still in the box, you tried but couldn’t help the little laugh that slipped. The metal head had an awfully good skill at being honest. His tone was still professional. “But” He looked up batting his eyes, “Flattery works great on me.”He tilts his head up, holding his head up by one hand, twirling his hair with the other, face set in a cockily open mouth smile.

The jock gave him a disgusted glare, “Does that pretty little thing come with it?” He tilted his head over to you.

For the most part, you were sat minding your own business - not looking (the scenery seemed to grab your attention best) but still listening - feet locked in Steves, you absentmindedly fiddled with your hands. At the sound of the statement your eyes widened in shock and disgust - oh to be able to say things like that without any remorse.

“Watch it.” Eddie snaps.

“C’mon I bet you’re right fun high.” the athlete completely ignored Eddie, you cocked an interested ‘please do tell more’ expression out of instinct. “Bet you’re a right devil.” Eddie closes his case, the slight bang due the jock back him, “There ain’t no way in hell, a pretty quiet good girl like y/n isn't just as a bad any other girl in this town when she’s on shit.”

Your brain starts looping. You knew you, Eddie and Steve had eye rolled and laughed at drunk teen girls at parties, often overly reenacted their movements with each other. You guys were renowned for cringing at them. The comment hit you right in the wrong place. Were you actually like them girls when high? Were you an embarrassing handful for your boys? Did you get too loud you made everyone too aware of your existence?

You didn't know why the comment laid to thickly in your brain, but it did. You squinted your brows as you skipped through every high / drunk memory you had of yourself. Steve saw you mentally dip out slightly. He broke his star at you and fixated on the teen next to him, “For a man that just had to tell Eddie he has nice hair to get half off, you’re doing quite a bad job at cheapening the deal.”

“I'd rather go see someone else than ever compliment him.” It was a scoff, but the boy of question rebounded with his usual ease.

“I see the way you look at me.” He winked, mood shifting as he picked uptake bag and waved it, spare hand rubbing your thigh, “But, you’re still here.”

“$30 and a kiss from little sweets over there.” Eddie couldn't stop the laugh from the jocks confidence. You were still mindlessly playing with your hands on the table. With the mental knowledge of someone talking to you, you looked up with your normal small smile. And just as men typically were, he took your politeness for flirting. He winked at you “Always wondered if quiet girls were really the biggest-”

Eddie practically booted the kids shins under the table, and with his typical devilish smile ,he spoke sternly “$40, half, take it or leave it.”

“A whole ounce.”

“70.”

“Thats fucking ridiculous-”

“You’re still sat down.” Steve butted in, grabbing everyone attention. His tone matched his patience: growing short. The whole time, Steve’s feet were still knitted in yours and Eddie’s thumb still rubbing your thigh.

Eddie began waving the bag again. “My time is running out. Are you buying or not?”

“Thought time was fake- or whatever bullshit you said.”

You pitted the boys attempt to be smart. “Relative.” with a straight face, you corrected him, nocking your feet into Steves, and hand going Eddies on your tight.

“She speaks.” His tone is condescending as he stretched forward and put the $70 in your hands “And it’s cute too.”

But just as his hands reached yours, Steve was quick to stand too. He pulled the buyer back down into his seat with a rough hand to the back of his jacket. But the money and sentence already in the air.

You propped your hand up, the money between your fingers. Eddie grabbed it, tossing the bag to the jock in one swift movement. “Don’t need to tell you how to roll, do I?” It was tongue in cheek, but that was the Munson humour.

“Fuck off, Munson.”

Eddie laughed and waved a bashful goodbye - batting his eyes again. “Bye baby! See you next week!”

The jocks turns back around to lunge at the metalhead. But Steve is up again in no time, hand on his chest - a pointed stare and cocked brow follow. The jock huffed at his match. Steve learnt he could do more with looks then he could his words.

The three of you back sitting, the air is a little tense. Both boys knew how you could get with unsolicited opinions. After a beat, “Ew men.” You announced, along with a short stiff laugh and pretend shudder. The boys met you with a joint head shake as they looked at you knowingly. “You two ready to go, or do I need to endure that again?” There was a tone to your voice that they know all too well - a faint wobble sitting under it.

“Y/n..” Steve was quiet, voice laced in care, his hands grazed yours as you stood.

“C’mon” You’re over compensating for a familiar feeling you tell is bubbling. “I've got a date with 2 studs, a sofa and a rom com. and I do not intend to be late.” You’d hoisted yourself up and out of the bench, walking back into the forest, arms and hands emphasising and filling in the gaps your tone failed to deliver.

On the walk back to the van, Eddie had an arm over you, rubbing your arm. Steve stayed behind you both, just looking. Eddie was rambling something quiet to you but Steve could only hear your brain ticking over.

With the 3 of you in the van, you fell into a comfortable silence. You could feel your breathing was more pointed. You’d desperately tried to stop your knees jumping slightly. But that alone confirmed to Steve you weren't relaxed.

He looked over to you, only seeing the side of your face: tense brows, rolled in lips, eyes dotting between the outside structures, pupils focused on your inner monologue. Oh what he’s pay to wipe the look of your face. You card a hand through your hair, tugging it a little.

Steve knew he was right when your breath got heavier. “Heyyy” it was a quiet, loving sigh. At the lack of active knowledgement, you were pulled into his chest, the comfort of Steve let you drop. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, it was uncomfortable but it never couldn't distracted you enough from the sobs that fell. Loud, breathless weeping. It sounds painful, like you've experienced heartbreak, murder, everything awful.

The sound made Eddie zone back in, the sight of you clinging to one of your boyfriends, face lost in his neck, his hands rubbing your back wasn't exactly what he wanted to see. “Wow, hey hey hey” Steve tried reassuring, Eddie put his hand is on your thigh - doing what he can.

you just wept. Steve felt you getting hot, felt you shake, felt you tense. The sobs were mixed with gasps. ones that aren't refilling your lungs. At the sound of that, Ed opened his window the full way, pulling over on a random street. hand now on your back, “Can you look at me, bunny?” His voice wasn't big and loud.

You shook your head, but moved so you werere in-between your legs, hunched over. Eddie and Steve share a look. Oh no. --- I know. Abruptly, Ed got out, made his way to Steves side, and opened the door to lean over him and put a hand on your shoulder blades, “C’mon, let’s get some air.” Your reply was harder, heavier, louder sobs. They were akin to like muffled screams at this point.

“Hey, baby, no, c’mon.” Steve’s hand was the back of Eddies, adding a small amount of pressure to try ground you. “C’mon, listen to Ed.” The two of them sat patiently listening to your wailing, frowned upon their feature as they watched you, waiting for something to change.

You sat up, elbows on your knees, face in your hands. The sobs were no longer screams but hearty nonetheless. “That’s it,” It was a huff but more a loving one than an angry one, the Ex Jock leaned in to undo your seat belt, moving your arms around so your untangled form it. “You gotta come stand outside.”

When you shake your head, sobbing more, Steve’s heart broke. Having you in tears over the voices in your head wasn’t a new experience for them both. They were verteraines for your sobs and panic attacks. But they’d vow no matter how often exposed, it never got easier.

Pulling you into his chest, he began stroking through your hair, “Oh baby.” Though talking to you, he was looking at and talking at Eddie. The others face was breaking, he had a sad expression.

Steve’s expression the same, he tried again “Please try for us. C’mon we’ll get up together.” You give in and struggle out. Thankful for his chivalry, Eddie natural holds his arms out to guide you both.

They both big guys. Steve, you would say was wide - dense maybe. At no point was a bone felt on him and he was a force to be wrecked with. Eddie. He was on a league of his own. Someone you expect to be a stick ,was just big. In all aspects; big bones, big build, big hands. big big big.

There was a noticeable different feel when you got huddled into the latters chest. You were suffocated, lost, buried. His big shoulders huddling over you, protecting you. You knew that as your knees buckled and the sobs wept again, he’d catch you. And that he did.

“Lets take this off, yeah?” In reference to the jacket and your blistering body heat. “You’re a little warm aren't you?” You nodded - almost like a brainless child. He also held your hair up off your neck, blowing air on your forehead. anything to cool and calm you down. The felling was tickling you causing a little laughed to slip.

“Thats it, welcome back.”

When you let go of Eddie your knee wobbled slightly, Steve was there a hand on your back in a flash. There was the familiar embarrassment surrounding you. Looking a the floor, balls of your hands wiping your eye as your groaned, “God that was gross”

“No, talk to us...” Steve was leaning against the van, hands on his hips. Even though his stance was domineering, his tone and facial expression was so full of love you felt nauseous.

You were airy, out of it and nickered. Looking up at your boys, you airy laughed at your expense. “Jesus.” Eddie smiled at you. You moved to fann out your t-shirt, now a sweaty mess. “It’s so dumb.”

Talking through a smoke, The metalhead started, “Absolutely not. Yaknow what is dumb though?” There was a pause as he took a drag, “Fucker gave me $100! agh gotta love rich bastards!” He closes with a daydreamy laugh, cut off quickly with “No offence, Stevie”

You laughed at that, Steve eyed his man, “None taken, trailer trash.” Eddie eyed him back before directing the conversation back.

“Wanna talk? Or are we cutting into the two studs and sofa time?” His tone matched Steve’s previous: the love nausea was back.

You laugh again, they were small laughs but laughs nonetheless. “It’s dumb bu-” You began, you’d leant by now that you could say anything and the two would never judge you.

“Nahum” through the fag again, “$100 is dumb. your feelings, not.”

“Anyway” It was dramatically spoken, “My point” Steve moved over to put his arm around you, “It’s weird, the kissing remarks didn’t bother me - i’m used to that stuff. But like, the comments on how I act high-” the boys knew you struggled letting go of control at the best of times. It sunk for them then. “I just started, like, seeing myself from a third person, and get really embarrassed and-” You did a as-you-can-see type gesture

Eddie smiled, “You’re a lot easier to handle high than him.” He pointed at Steve. You both squinted at him, he explained, pointing his cigarette between you both ”Have you ever had to drag a pure bred Harrington up a hill at 3 am when he’s smoked his body weight? no? didnt think so? I've lugged lighter bears in my time.” The small story made you both laugh. Munson ad his dramatics.

“Sorry? I don’t recall you being any easier. Darling, he once stood in my kitchen eating soup from a saucepan, while cooking pasta and snacking through my cupboards. All while telling me about how he believes d&d id based off real life - which by the way, didn’t get a single word of.”

“Oh sorry Mr I'd-rather-go-dancing-nude-outside-then-get-the-munchies-like-a-normal-person.”

“You really put you and normal in the same sentence?”

Their comical bickering had you chuckling into Steves chest.

Eddie threw the fag out, “Sweetheart, you and your little giggle fits are a piece of piss! I’d much rather see you laughing your ass off for a few hours than deal with him.”

“Or, when you sit n talk to your bears-”

“Steve!” You cut him off almost instantly but weren’t quick enough.

You noticed Eddies eyebrows fly into his fringe, “Wo-ho-ho-ho do tell.” He has had stupid playful smirk on.

“You said you wouldn’t tell him!” You grumbled in Steves chest, rolling in it to hopefully get close enough you’d fall inside, but he stood proudly above you, laughing.

“Nah-ah-a don’t do that to me, sweetheart.” Eddie pulled your out and twirling you around, “You’re so cute, youre gonna kill me.” The compliment fell like Ana after thought, as thought it slipped out from his accidentally. You blushed nonetheless, “Did they have anything juicy to share?”

“shut up-” Embarrassed, you shoved him off you. Eddie’s warm laughter grew; he pulled you back in for a quick kiss.

“You feeling better?” The mood serious again, you just grumbled into his chest “Don’t like it when you cry.”

“im sorry.” There was a flat smile as you looked up to Eddie.

“Absolutely not.” You both turn at the sound of Steve. Who was stood with his hands on his hips again, “You’ve got nothing to apologise for. Ain’t your fault, ain’t anyones.” He looked over at Eddie there, knowing that mans brain better than him sometimes. “And apparently you’ve got a date or something to get it?” You giggle, snuggling into Eddie more.

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