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c0la-queen · 3 months

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RAGHHHHHHHHH

Could you ever so kind and provide some general dating Headcannons for all the four boys?? 🥺👉👈

Maybe some extra with red leader or someone else if you’re fine with that??? 🥺💜

Mwah mwah you have amazing work <3 /p

Oh my gods I am SO sorry that this is so late!! For some reason, Mr. Tumblr decided not to notify me about your ask?? And then I was at my bestie's house this weekend, so I haven't checked my inbox until now. Begging for your forgiveness rn Anon!!

Also literally kissing you for asking for Red Leader!! Mwah, mwah!!

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Edd

If you are dating Edd... girlie I am so sorry for your sanity.

Don't get me wrong, I love Edd! He was my first Eddsworld love, my pookie bear for real! But he's the biggest bastard of the entire gang and I stand by that.

Calls you dumb pet names to try and make you laugh. Sugar Tits (regardless of gender or lack thereof, might I add), Baby Doll, Sexy.

He WILL grab/slap your ass all the time. Even in public. Only grins when you glare at him.

This man is a horrible influence. It will be so hard to get your shit done if he has decided that you need to be spending time with him. Why worry about work or chores when you could be all cuddled up with him and Ringo on the couch?

Will sulk if you reject his attempts.

If he's trying to get shit done and you're pestering him for attention? He will drop his basket of laundry or the dishes in his hands in a millisecond.

If he's working on a commission or animation, he'll let you sit in his lap in his chair, let you sit all pretty for him while he works. When he finishes, if you've fallen asleep by then -which you usually do - then he'll carefully move you both to his bed and snuggle up to you and take a nap with you.

Speaking of cuddling, he does naturally run hot. Comes with being a big boy <3 But if you don't enjoy that, then he'll use his powers to cool down his skin for you. Anything to keep cuddling!

He also uses his powers whenever possible. Will abuse them without shame. He puts things on the highest shelf, just so you have to him for help. He'll put patches of ice on the floor under your feet, just so he can catch you before you fall (he'll never let you actually get hurt), and uses his super strength to scoop you up randomly and carry you around.

You cannot show your text messages to ANYONE. He will say filthy things, just to fluster you. Horny Bastard. Finds ways to turn even the most mundane conversations into teasing.

He'd do cute couple things with you, like painting together and swapping canvases every 5 minutes. His favorite is going to cat cafes. The cats literally love him, its like he's made of catnip with how they swarm him.

Physical affection is a huge thing with him. Even little touches throughout the day, like ruffling your hair as he passes by, or a big hug from behind while you fix food.

Overall, big teddy bear that just likes to see his darling blush.

Tom

As I've stated in previous works, Tom is a secret romantic.

He's not a traditional romantic like Matt, but he's romantic in his own way.

Likes parallel play a lot. Finds it relaxing to just sit in his room, testing new songs on his bass while you lay on his bed reading a book. Or in your room, lounging on one of your plush beanbag and organizing his Spotify playlists while you fold your laundry.

Dates with him consist of record stores, concerts, and late night walks.

He'll sing for you if you ask him to.

Very down to earth, both as a person and as a boyfriend. If you have problems, he'll listen patiently until you're done, then help you brainstorm solutions. He doesn't downplay or ignore your feelings, but he doesn't jump to emotions like others might.

He tends to sleep in late on his nights off, since he's more of a night owl than anything. You know that, so you've made it a little tradition to fix him coffee around 11. You know exactly how he takes it, and he always thanks you with a kiss on the cheek and a sleepy, mumbled "you're the best."

Very caring. He'll make sure you've eaten and had water. Will usher you to bed if he can see that you're tired, or do your chores for you if you can't do them for whatever reason. If you can't sleep, he'll make you a mug of chamomile tea and sing you a little lullaby.

When it comes to his monster tendencies, he tries to keep you away from it all. He's bitter about what he is, and he thinks that you're better off separated from that side of him.

At the start of relationship, he'd get angry if you tried to push it. He'd snap at you, distance himself, not talk to you for maybe a couple of days. Further on in the relationship, though, if you push the issue and reassure him that you love every side of him, even the monstrous one, then he'd be more willing. Willing to let you in, to let you see that part of him. He'd be nervous about it, but he'd do it because he loves you.

Matt

He is a traditional romantic! His Mama raised him right, and he drinks his Respect Juice.

Makes sure you two have date night at least once every week. Dressing up nice, going out to dinner or a play, taking a walk through the town to wind down the night. Heading back into the house, changing back into comfortable clothes. He'd wipe your makeup off for you, if you wear it.

Absolutely the kind of guy to get down on his knees in front of you and unbuckle/untie your shoes or high heels for you. He's just so devotional.

If, for whatever reason, you guys are unable to have your date night, he'll make it up to you in some way. A bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your bed with a little note. A passionate kiss before one of you has to leave the house. A heartfelt love letter sealed with wax.

Makes sure to text you throughout the day with sweet messages. Compliments, "I love you"s, selfies, updates on what is happening at work. Or just reminders that he's thinking of you. Misses you.

Likes to cook meals for you if its just the two of you at home. Breakfast is his forte, but he's not the worst at following a recipe.

Always amazing for advice. He'll let you talk to him while he hugs you from behind. If it's something sad, he might cry. Just the idea of you going through something negative makes him sad, too.

If he doesn't have advice for you, he'd do anything in his power to find someone who does. One of the other roommates, or even his mother, if you're comfortable with it.

Speaking of his mother, she absolutely adores you. Since Matt has such a good relationship with her, he's already told her so much about you. She thinks its wonderful that her baby has fallen in love. After a while, Matt will even bring you along to his lunches with his mother. You two hit it off instantly.

If you're okay with it, then Matt would love to show you off on his social media. He thinks you're so gorgeous, the entire world should know that he managed to land you. Its never anything invasive, and he always gets your permission before he posts things. Blocks any weird or gross comments.

Loves going on shopping dates with you. Most of the time, its at the mall or a mall in a different town, because he loves walking around and window shopping. Occasionally, he'll take you to more expensive stores. It doesn't bother him, he loves spoiling you. No matter where you two are, he'll buy you anything that you want. If you are adamant to spend your own money, he won't put up too much of a fuss, though he does prefer to pay for you.

He'll do that couples trend with you where you find nail polish that matches the other's eye color.

Gift giving is just one of his love languages in general. It makes him so happy to give his loved one things that he bought. For you specifically, he'll also throw in hand made gifts. He may not be the most talented artistically, but he'll stay awake late into the night, sitting on the floor with a YouTube tutorial playing, paper and cardboard scattered around, a pencil between his teeth, paint on his hands and smeared on his cheek. The end result may look a little crude, but he'll still present it to you with pride. And, of course, you always love it.

Tord

Tord is probably the most romantically stunted of the four. Its not that he doesn't love you, far from it really. He just grew up in an environment where love wasn't freely given, and was often limited for appearances.

His father, as the Red Leader, insisted that he keep a professional and feared image. So, Tord never saw him being affectionate with his mother.

It might be hard at first. You'll struggle. You two may fight. But you'll always make up in the end. He'll listen to you, try to understand your point of view.

He's not against physical affection, but he's able to live without it. Will indulge you whenever you ask. If he's busy, which he usually is, he'll let you drape yourself over him from behind while he sits in his chair, letting you rest your cheek on the top of his head and watch him work.

More than anything, his love language is words of affirmation. Despite being a man of few words, he'll always give you praise. He'll make sure you know that you are his, he is yours, and he loves you. Nothing will change that.

Scary dog privilege. He'll always walk just behind you in public, keeping a guiding hand on the small of your back. Stays alert of you surroundings and the people around, so that you don't have to. You don't even have to worry about people approaching you in public. One piercing glare from Tord is enough to deter anyone.

Not the best at giving advice to problems. He'll listen, but sometimes he can't quite understand why something is an issue. Doesn't invalidate your feelings on purpose, it just happens inadvertently at times. Always, ALWAYS apologizes and holds you close when he realizes what he did.

His preferred dates are nights in at home. Cuddled up on the couch with takeout watching shitty rom-coms. Cooking food that he ate growing up in Norway while you sit at the kitchen table watching. Going to the convenience store at midnight to get Ben and Jerry's in the middle of anime binges.

You become his crutch. When he's having bad paranoia on nights that are too quiet, he'll seek you out. Just having you lay in bed with him, warm and solid and breathing, always calms him down.

He will never let you meet his parents. You are one of the very few good things in his life, and he wants to keep that away from his fucked up home life. Might let you meet his little sister, but not for a long time.

Surprisingly, he does tend to talk more when its just the two of you. He allows you into his head, verbalizing his thoughts to you. He'll ramble about his projects, tell you about the history behind his culture, or rant about things that annoy him. Denies it vehemently in front of others.

He is a huge tease, second only to Edd. What's dangerous is how casual he is about it. Loves making you squirm, and he'll never even change his expression. Sometimes he won't even be looking at you, but rest assured that he is swimming in satisfaction over how flustered you are.

Red Leader

I have so many thoughts about him. Oh my lord.

This is going off the scenario where Reader is a Red Army soldier and met him through the army, after the events of The End.

I want to clarify that this is NOT following the events of TBATF!!! This is my own Red Army timeline, what I refer to in my Eddsworld bubble as "The Bad End"

There are two ways that you'd be able to catch Red Leader's attention. Either you are an extremely talented soldier that does well among your peers, enough to earn the praise of your superior officers and eventually Red Leader himself. Or, you were assigned as his personal assistant to help with paperwork and meetings, but you were so good at handling his temper and attitude that he found himself surprised.

The latter of the two is my favorite, so I'll be working under that one.

Before you, Red Leader had been through several assistants. None of them lasted more than a month. By nature, he was a moody, temperamental man. The stress of the army and oncoming war only made that worse. He saw those previous assistants as nuisances, only getting in his way. He would yell at them, berate them, drive them to the brink until they beg Paul and Pat to transfer them.

When they assigned you to him, they expected the same thing to happen. The two even made bets on how long you'd last. On your first day, Red Leader was nasty to you. Gruff and rude. But... you bit back. That took him by surprise. Instead of taking the insult and shuffling out like a puppy with its tail between its legs, you pursed your lips and gave him a stern look and talked to him in a way that nobody dared to. He should've been angry. Should have screamed at you, discharged you from the army in a heartbeat.

Instead, he found that he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed your spitfire. Not that he'd let you know. He only gave you a noncommittal hum and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. But... he kept you around. Even found excuses for you to come into his office more than necessary. His penchant for teasing came back full force. He'd poke and prod, finding ways to make you react with that fire he so loved.

It takes a long time for him to finally make a move. Probably takes a near-death experience for him, or an injury to you for him to realize that he wants this. He wants a future with you.

At first, he may seem a little cold in public. Not to the degree that his father was - he promised himself that he would never be like his father. Simply a more... professional air about the entire thing. It was more out of anxiety than anything. He didn't want to make you a target, didn't want to cause you to get hurt. As his army grows more powerful and takes over more and more countries, he grows more comfortable with PDA. He knows that when he is the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't have to worry about anyone hurting you.

He would probably treat you more like a spouse than a girlfriend/boyfriend right off the bat. He's older now, thinking more about the future than the present. He already knows that he wants to be with you forever, so why go through the formalities and hassle of dating?

Always makes time for you whenever he can. If he's in a meeting with his generals or another world leader, he'll sneak text messages to you. Doesn't give a shit if he's caught. What are they going to do to him, Red Leader?

If he's cooped up in his office all day, his door is always open to you. Loves having you drop by unannounced to bring him food or coffee. He'll let you climb into his lap while he works, or sit behind him in his chair and cling to him. Even if you're just sitting in a separate chair nearby, working on your own stuff. He's happy.

If you want to continue being a soldier, or his assistant, he'll let you. But he's also perfectly happy to have you simply be his partner and not have a care in the world. You could sit all pretty in his quarters waiting for him to get off duty, or use the time to pursue your own hobbies and interests. As long as you're happy and cared for, it's okay with him.

Spoils you rotten. You're Red Leader's, so of course you only deserve the best things. Anything in the world you want, you only have to ask for it. It's yours. He would raze entire cities just to see you smile.

He does enjoy taking you out on dates. While also spending time with you, he sees it as a way to show you off to the world. Dressing you up in the finest clothes that he got you, the prettiest jewelry that he bought. Taking you to restaurants and operas where everyone can see you hanging on his arm. It makes him puff up with pride.

When the two of you are alone, he's so adoring. Loves snuggling. It's a struggle to convince him to let you out of bed in the mornings, he'll just be clinging to you. If you do somehow manage to escape his grasp, he'll catch you around the waist and drag you back to bed. Won't stop until Paul or Pat message him to get his ass out of bed. He always grumbles about how "it's my damn army, I should get to sleep in as long as I want".

Sometimes, at night, he has pains in his right shoulder, the side where he's burned and amputated. It can range from a dull ache to excruciating pain. On nights that it hurts too much to move, you'll scramble out of bed and get his medication from his nightstand, gently coaxing him to take it. You'll hold him and comfort him until the pain subsides and he falls back asleep.

He doesn't like to talk about it, really. It feels weird, letting anyone see this part of his life. Letting you see his vulnerability. Letting you see him.

But he does.

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thisapplepielife · 6 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Sleeping with Spiders

Prompt Day 12: Only One Bed | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: College AU, Meet-Cute, Only One Bed, First Kiss

"I think you're in my bed," a voice says, and Steve looks up from the class schedule he's studying while he lounges on his new dorm room bed.

There's a long-haired guy standing in his doorway.

“Uh, what?” Steve asks, staring at this guy.

Steve's room is a single, so this is definitely his bed. It's the only one in the room, and surely this guy can see that. It’s kinda hard to miss. The guy waves a paper at him, and steps inside, dropping his bags to the floor with a thud. He hands the paper to Steve, and Steve skims it, and sure enough, this is his room assignment, too.

Steve fetches the same paper with his name on it, and hands it over. Same room.

"They've fucked up," Steve says, comparing them, seeing the guy’s name at the top, “Edward.”

"Eddie,” he corrects, then adds, “and you don't say…”

“Steve,” Steve offers.

“They've definitely fucked up, Steve.”

They probably need to tell their RA, so this can get fixed.

Keith, the RA, is spectacularly unhelpful. His only advice was to wait until Monday to take it up with the housing department. It’s Friday night. Or, there’s an open bed in room 704, he offered. They both go look into 704 and there’s a shirtless guy with a mullet, cigarette dangling from his lip, stomping around like he’s mad at the world. They both look at each other. Hard pass.

Steve thinks taking their chances with each other has to be better than whatever that situation would be, so he nods his head back towards their double-assigned room.

They both sit on the bed. They can make this work for the weekend.

“I can crash on the floor,” Eddie says, “since you’ve already put on all your bedding.”

Steve nods, “Maybe we can get an air mattress?”

“I’m not buying an air mattress for three nights, rich boy,” Eddie says, teasing, but Steve can tell he’s serious. "Floor's fine."

And the first night does go fine, and they spend Saturday hanging out in this single room with two occupants. Eddie's fun, Steve likes him, even if they are nothing alike.

Eddie has a guitar, so he tries to teach Steve to play, but finally gives up once he realizes it's a losing game. But Eddie plays, and their floormates stop by the door Eddie propped open.

Steve wouldn't have thought to do that, but they're meeting people, even if none of them look like anyone Eddie would want to be friends with.

"I have a band, back home. They're younger than me, so I promised my Uncle I'd at least try college, while I wait for them to graduate."

Steve nods, "That's cool."

"I'm in the music program," Eddie adds.

Steve points to himself, "Business."

"Good, that's good. That means I can call on you to be the money man, when we get rich and famous."

Steve laughs, "Sure, you do that."

That night, Steve offers to switch bed for floor, but Eddie refuses. Which was fine until Steve bolts upright, startled awake.

"Spider! On my face!" Eddie screams, and someone next door bangs on the wall. Great. This asshole is going to make his neighbors hate him before he gets gone to the right room on Monday.

"I'm coming up!" Eddie says.

"You're not coming up!" Steve hisses back.

"It's my bed!"

"I think not!"

"You can share, or you can sleep with the spiders!"

This bed is a single, a twin XL, whatever that is. There's not room for two guys in it, no way. At least not two near strangers. Steve likes Eddie, and wouldn’t be opposed to a little company from him, not at all. And Steve doesn’t need dinner first, not really, but he also doesn’t just crawl in bed to actually sleep with random dudes. No way.

But he scoots towards the wall, trying to make room for Eddie.

Steve wakes up in the morning, and Eddie has a leg slung over his thighs, teetering on the edge of the bed. Steve puts a hand on Eddie's back, just to make sure he doesn’t fall and break his neck.

Eddie leans into the touch, and Steve scratches his blunt nails against the thin cotton of Eddie’s t-shirt. It’s kinda nice being close to someone, even if they’re a random stranger that’s just stuck in your room, with nowhere else to go.

Steve feels when Eddie wakes up, because he tenses.

“Shit. Sorry,” Eddie says, but there really isn’t much room to escape.

Steve rubs his back, “It’s fine. Honest.”

Eddie takes him for his word, and slings his arm across Steve’s bare chest. Steve likes it. He’s probably digging himself a hole here.

What else is new?

Eddie strokes his chest, running his fingers through the hair there, before moving down to the hair leading into his shorts. That's. That's interesting. He's interested in that. Definitely.

Steve rolls onto his side, scooting towards the wall to make more room, and Eddie follows. Steve reaches forward and tucks Eddie's wild morning hair behind his ear. He wants to see his face.

"This okay?" Steve asks.

Eddie nods, so Steve leans forward to kiss him. Eddie meets him, and Steve's loving this.

Eddie kisses him like it's all he wants to do in the world, and Steve clings to him, breathing hard and heavy into his mouth. He hopes his breath isn't terrible, but if it's, neither of them seem to care.

He keeps kissing him, touching him and thinks this room mistake was the best case scenario, now.

Eddie rolls on top of him.

Steve suddenly has a thought, "Was there even a spider?"

Eddie cackles, "No."

Later, Steve poses a question, "Maybe we just don't tell anyone we were both assigned here?"

"Only if you think we can sneak a double bed in here," Eddie says, grinning.

Steve thinks that's totally doable. Robin will happily create a diversion for that to happen.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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hi there!! hope you’re having a good day today :D not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are would you consider doing an angst/comfort follow up to the chrissy scene ask, where reader needs eddie to come pick them up because of their stepdad or something? ♡

Here’s the first part for anyone who is looking to read it! I have to thank the lovely and wonderful @dearest-readers for helping me with this when I hit a wall. I hope you all enjoy this 💗

Warnings: drunk assholes, mild violence, language, reader has shitty home life

Words: 2.6k

The strum of the same few chords repeats itself over and over again like a broken record. The notes echo through the empty trailer as Eddie tries for the hundredth time to get the guitar solo in Master of Puppets just right. His fingers are sore from practicing for so long, but the irritation in him won’t let himself quit.

The ringing of the phone jostles Eddie out of his latest attempt and he sets his sweetheart down on his bed. Eddie’s eyes slide over to the alarm clock on his desk that lets him know it’s 11:44pm in bright neon green. He knew it had been a little while since Wayne left for work, but he hadn’t thought this much time had passed.

Who could be calling this late? Eddie thinks as he pushes himself off the bed and heads down the hallway. Leaning against the wall next to the phone, he plucks the receiver off and holds it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“E-Eddie?”

Your voice, so small and scared, has Eddie straightening up and holding the phone a little tighter.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” Eddie asks, already mentally calculating the quickest route to your place. Then he hears the raucous laughter in the background and what sounds like glass shattering.

“I’m, um, I’m okay. S’just that m-my mom’s boyfriend brought some friends over and they’re all wasted. I-It’s so loud and the way that one of them looked at me scared me.”

“I’ll be there in ten,” Eddie says. “Lock yourself in your room. Is it on the ground floor? Your room?”

“Yeah, why?” you ask.

“I’ll meet you at your window. That’ll make it easier to get you out,” Eddie says, already grabbing his keys and shoving his wallet into his pocket.

“Thank you, E-Eddie.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Metallica song long forgotten, Eddie rushes to his van and prays it comes to life on the first try. He really needs to take a look under the hood and figure out what’s going on in there. Luckily, it catches, and Eddie is pulling his loud bucket of bolts onto the small streets of Forest Hills before pulling out onto the main road.

His heart is pounding as he races down the road. It’s because he’s worried about you and the situation you’re in, he tells himself. But there’s a part of him that he’s trying to keep way down that knows his heart is also racing because he’s excited to see you.

There are hardly any cars on the road this late at night, so Eddie zooms through the dark roads quickly. When he pulls onto your street, he immediately notices the gathering of cars parked in front of your house. At first, he’s afraid to have his van join the bunch, but remembers that everyone but you in the house is drunk and won’t notice another random vehicle parked at the curb.

He kills the engine and hops out of the van, taking care not to slam the door behind him. The loud laughter and cacophonous shouting from inside the house bleed out into the street, to the point where Eddie could hear every word being said by the drunk men.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie curses under his breath as he walks across your lawn, over towards the side of your house. The closer he gets to the side of the house, the more Eddie bends down to avoid being seen by anyone inside. He chances a peek into a window and quickly ducks back down again when he sees what appears to be your mom’s room. Moving onto the next window, Eddie releases a sigh of relief as he sees you sitting on your bed. The way you’re gnawing at one of your thumbs, legs tucked up to your chest, obviously terrified, has Eddie seeing red. If he wasn’t so hell bent on getting you out of this place, he’d be inside beating the shit out of some people.

Softly, not wanting to scare you even further, Eddie reaches up and raps a knuckle on your window. Your head snaps up and the way relief floods your face when your eyes land on him has Eddie’s stomach flipping at the most inopportune time. Before coming over to the window, you slide a backpack on. Once you have the window cracked, Eddie helps you lift it enough for you to crawl out of.

“Hi,” you say, giving him a grateful smile.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks as his eyes scan over you, trying to assess for himself.

“I’m fine. No one’s bothered me since I called.”

“Good,” Eddie says. “Throw your leg over, I’ll help you out.”

You do as he instructs and Eddie’s hands find your waist, helping to guide you down to the ground before he pulls your window closed.

“My van is out front,” Eddie says.

“Okay, let’s go.” You grab Eddie’s hand and he almost trips over his own feet as he leads you around the side of the house. Just as he’s opening the passenger side door of the van for you, the front door of the house opens, the drunken voices becoming even louder.

“Hey!” Both your and Eddie’s heads shoot in the direction of the door, your eyes widening at the intoxicated, belligerent man who’s staggering out onto the lawn.

“T-That’s the one who was looking at me funny. He scares me the most,” you say, cheeks heating up at the admission.

“Get in,” Eddie says, helping you into the van. “Lock the door.”

You nod and jam the lock down as soon as Eddie closes the door behind you. Assuming that he’s going to run around to the other side of the van, your eyes widen and your heart rate spikes even further when you see him step onto the grass and make his way towards the asshole.

“Eddie!” you yell, banging on the window.

“Stay there,” Eddie calls back, looking at you over his shoulder.

“Eddie! Get back here!”

Whether he can’t hear you anymore or ignores you, you’re not sure. Reaching for the crank that will roll the window down, you only open it an inch before you can hear your mom’s boyfriend's buddy taunting Eddie.

“Where do you think you’re going with her, Van Halen? Hey! I’m talking to you, pissant.”

Eddie doesn’t respond as he keeps striding towards the man.

“Martin!” the drunk calls for your mom’s boyfriend.

Eddie’s fist collides with the man’s jaw, sending him stumbling back a few steps just as Martin comes outside.

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Martin asks. He takes in the scene before him: his pal stumbling and holding his face, Eddie fuming mad and a clenched fist. “The hell are you?”

“He’s taking the g-girl,” the creep slurs.

Martin looks up and he locks eyes with you in the van. Your blood turns cold and your hands begin to shake where they rest against the window.

“Get out of that van,” Martin yells.

Eddie huffs a humorless laugh and shoots a sneer Martin’s way before backing up towards the van, not risking turning around and having his back to the drunken low lives.

“Hey, you little whore! I said get out of the van!”

Eddie stops, boots stilling against the grass beneath him.

“The fuck did you call her?” Eddie practically growls.

“Eddie,” you plead. “Please, let’s just go.”

“You her boyfriend, Eddie?” Martin asks, nose turning up as if the younger man’s name is offensive.

“Eddie, please,” you call again. “I just want to get out of here.”

These words seem to break through to Eddie, as he begins to back up again, only turning his back to the assholes when he’s in the street, far enough away from the both of them. He jumps into the driver’s seat and starts the car. You quickly wind the window back up as Martin heads towards the van, stumbling and weaving as he walks.

“You’re in deep shit,” Martin shouts as Eddie puts the van in drive. “When you get back here, you’re in for it.”

Despite yourself, you tremble at his threat. As soon as Eddie pulls out onto the road, he reaches over and puts his hand over yours. Instantly, you flip your hand over to lace your fingers with his. When he feels the way your hand is shaking, he gives it a soft squeeze.

“Don’t listen to him,” Eddie says. “You’re okay now.”

You nod, despite knowing it’s not quite that simple. But for now, Eddie’s right. You’re okay.

When you get to Eddie’s, you change into a pair of the pajamas you’d stashed there. He’s in the kitchen, boiling water for “tea or hot chocolate or whatever you want.” Padding down the narrow hallway out to him, he gives you a small smile when you walk into the kitchen. You’re not sure how to tell him that you need a hug, so you’re grateful when he opens his arms as you get even closer. Eddie’s hold tightens around you and you bury your face in his chest. You inhale the comforting smell of laundry detergent and Eddie’s deodorant as you slip your arms around his small waist, holding yourself closer to him. The weight of his head rests against yours and the safety and contentment you feel almost overwhelms you.

“What’s your hot drink of choice?” Eddie mumbles against your hair.

“Chocolate,” you speak against his shirt. “But don’t let go yet.”

“I’ll hug you as long as you want me to.”

Eventually, you loosen your grip on Eddie, and he lets you go as well. Grabbing two mugs that were hanging on the wall, Eddie prepares a hot chocolate for each of you and leads you over to the couch. Holding the steaming mug in your cold hands, you snuggle up to your friend’s side, which causes him to hide a smile behind his mug.

“Thank you for coming to get me,” you say softly.

“I’m glad you called me,” Eddie says. “Was afraid you would think I was just trying to be nice and didn’t really mean it.”

“I know you did.” You take another sip of your hot chocolate and lay your head on his shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing, Eddie.”

It feels like the hot liquid he’s just swallowed breaks off and turns into butterflies as it meets his stomach. He feels his face heat up and he’s glad you can’t see him from your angle.

“So are you. And you deserve so much better than living in a house with that insanity,” Eddie says. When you stay silent, Eddie asks quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

A soft sigh leaves your lips before you respond. “I feel like if I don’t talk about it then I don’t have to deal with it. But I know that’s not true.”

“Unfortunately not,” Eddie agrees.

“I just don’t know what to do,” you admit. “I’m scared in my own home and my mom won’t listen to me about it.”

“Do you want my advice or do you just want me to listen?” Eddie asks. He’s slightly disappointed as you lift your head from his shoulder; he already misses the contact.

“Actually… You know, I don’t think I really want to talk about it at all. I know I have to deal with it. But not right now. Right now, I want to relax. I’m not sure when the last time I did that was.”

“Relaxing?” Eddie asks with raised eyebrows. “I think that’s most of what I do.”

A small giggle leaves your lips as you turn your head to look at him. “I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

Frowning, Eddie shakes his head. “You didn’t ruin anything. Saved me, actually. I was practicing this damn solo over and over again on the guitar. Pretty sure one more time and my fingers would’ve started to bleed.”

“Can I hear it?” you ask, a hopeful smile lighting up your face. As if Eddie could ever say no to you.

“As long as you bandage my fingers when they’re bloody.” Eddie sets his mostly empty mug down on the coffee table and pushes himself off the couch.

“Deal,” you say, standing up next to him. He leads you to his room, where his beloved sweetheart is still resting on the bed where he laid her before. Gingerly, he picks up the instrument, as if it was made of glass or porcelain. You go to take a seat on his floor but Eddie nods at you to sit on the bed next to him.

Eddie pokes his tongue out of his mouth as he concentrates on where his fingers need to be positioned for the start of the solo. He begins to play and your eyes can’t help but watch as Eddie’s hands glide effortlessly over the strings, each note ringing out into the air in pure perfection. The way his fingers dance along the neck of the guitar, contorting to change chords has your mind drifting to some less-than-innocent places. But the music itself is mesmerizing. You’d be the first to admit you don’t listen to a whole lot of the same stuff that Eddie does, but there’s no denying the beauty in what Eddie is playing.

“Ah, shit,” Eddie says as he messes up. Truthfully, you wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t berated himself over it.

“Eddie, that was amazing,” you tell him. He’s about to tell you that you don’t have to lie to him, but when he turns his head to look at you, he can see the awe on your face. No one has ever looked that way when he’s been playing guitar before. It makes his head feel light and his heart all fuzzy.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, feeling his face heat up. “Um…are you tired? Because I’ll just set myself up on the couch and you—.”

“No,” you interrupt him with a frown. “Eddie, I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“And I’m not making you sleep on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor,” you say with a shrug.

He lets out a bark of laughter and shakes his head. “No way, sweetheart.”

The pet name flusters you more than you’d like to admit. But it doesn’t mean he’s going to get his way. “Fine. Then we can both sleep on the bed.”

“No,” Eddie says again, and this time you roll your eyes.

“And why not?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says sheepishly.

“Eddie,” you say with a giggle. “I’m the one who suggested it.”

“Fine,” he says with an over dramatic sigh. But he gives you a wink to let you know he’s only playing. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

You watch as he snatches up some pajamas from his bedroom floor and heads off to the bathroom. Meanwhile, you pull down the blankets of his bed and slip underneath them. You’ve never slept in the same bed as a boy before. The tingling in your tummy tells you it’s more about sleeping next to Eddie in particular, rather than just a boy.

He steps back into the bedroom and quickly climbs under the blankets with you, making sure to keep a respectable distance between the two of you.

“You okay?” he asks.

“All good,” you reply.

Eddie nods and turns off his lamp before properly getting cozy next to you. He’s so close to you, yet so far. All you want to do is reach out and touch him, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable now.

“Eddie?” Your voice is tiny and you’re surprised he hears it at all.

“Yeah?”

“Can I move…closer? Just, for comfort, ya know?”

“Of course.” Eddie lifts an arm, and you don’t hesitate to snuggle into his side. The smile on his face tells you that he’s enjoying it too. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Eddie. You’re the best.”

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Tooth and Nail pt4

Eddie is catching feeeeeeellllliinngg. He has more or less accepted that he is probably queer, but is still unsure of how he feels about Steve specifically. Join me for a very wise conversation with Argyle.

CW: Drug use (weed), scars/description of uncomfortable healing process.

PT1 PT2 PT3

-- Eddie sat crouched on the Wheeler’s basement floor, the chatter and din of music surrounding him. It was a small gathering, currently, and Eddie knew all of these people, but he felt weird about being here still. Not because he hadn’t been invited, or because he didn’t like the people here, but he felt weirdly… self-conscious.

Robin had given him side-eye when he walked in, but that had been the worst of it. He was sure Steve had talked to her about everything and he didn’t know how forgiving Robin felt about the whole ordeal. He had been avoiding her just as much as he had been avoiding Steve. He was still working his way out of the dog-house though and it felt like Robin’s judgement of how he could prove he was sorry was a bit harsher than Steve’s.

No, there was no real reason to be feeling out of place, but Eddie still did as he nursed a beer and sat on the outskirts of the party.

They were all gathered around the couch with Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and Vicki on the couch and then Steve, Robin and Eddie seated on the floor. There was a little side table between Eddie and Steve, and Steve was more than engaged with whatever they were talking about, but Eddie wasn’t really paying attention. Instead he had his knees pinned to his chest and he kept resting his chin between his legs and half watching Vicki talking animatedly about something. His gaze always drifted back towards Steve though and he caught himself staring before redirecting his attention.

Eddie hadn’t told anyone in the party that he suspected that he was queer and he was sure that Steve hadn’t told anyone either–well, anyone other than Robin. He didn’t really begrudge Steve for telling Robin, but besides that no one else knew. It didn’t matter… not really, they all knew that Steve was bisexual and they even had Robin and her would-be-girlfriend over. They knew Robin was gay, they all knew, it was fine. Jonathan still adored his brother no matter what and Will was gay… no, Eddie wasn’t worried about them not accepting him. He was just figuring it out still and he wasn’t really sure how to go about talking about it or what label to put on. That and… he kept finding himself distracted by Steve.

Eddie had focused so much on the I’m not queer aspect of the past 2 weeks, that his one week of rest had only given him momentary peace before he had the realization that if he was queer that didn’t mean he had an open invitation to kiss Steve. It wasn’t like people who were queer made out with one another instantly upon figuring out the other one was gay–there was still that whole level of… liking one another.

There were plenty of girls that Eddie had met and he hadn’t the vaguest interest in them. But girls were girls–they were all gorgeous–and he couldn’t really say he had ever experienced a girl coming onto him first but that was to be expected, especially in Hawkins Indiana. Okay, well, maybe he had also never really liked anyone that much before and he had only really kissed a few girls here and there. He had been ga-ga over some chick at a concert he went to down in Kentucky, but they hadn’t exchanged numbers or anything like that even if they had sucked face. So he liked girls, it was just… he hadn’t really gotten past the whole making-out part. He’d kissed like maybe 3 girls in his life and then… Steve.

All of that was weird to think about and Eddie wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He didn’t like Steve–well, he liked Steve, but he didn’t like him. Steve and him were buddies and…

You kiss all your friends when you’re high?

Gareth’s question cropped up in his mind and Eddie grumbled quietly to himself, which accidentally made Steve look at him.

Eddie smiled and ruffled his own bangs, trying to hide his blush and his awkwardness behind his hair. “You cool with heading down to the store now?” Robin asked, looking at her watch as she kicked her feet a bit and looked up at Nancy. “Yeah, for sure. We can walk over, grab some stuff,” she shrugged, standing up and initiated the march. “Mind if we…” Jonathan asked, raising his fingers to his mouth with a question which got an eye roll from Nancy. “Vicki are you…” Nancy asked, looking at her as Vicki helped Robin up onto her feet. She looked surprised to be spoken to before nodding and giving her reassurance. “Oh, yeah, for sure. If you guys want to smoke, that’s fine,” she replied. Eddie sort of reacted slowly and was the last one to his feet, his sudden scrambling meant he was already falling behind as he put his half finished beer on the table. There was motion beside him and he glanced to see Steve stretching his hand down to help him to his feet.

Eddie pinched his lips together and hesitated before accepting the gesture, letting Steve haul him to his feet.

“You good?” Steve asked quietly, he wasn’t whispering but he was keeping his voice low so as to not draw attention to them. “No, yeah–” Eddie replied, sounding surprised before he remembered to laugh. He knitted his fingers behind his head, smiling goofily at Steve to reassure him. “A walk’ll do be good… do me good–uh, just distracted.” Steve seemed reassured by that and nodded before catching up to Robin and Vicki who were already out of the basement door.

Eddie followed behind slowly, keeping up with the party but lagging behind a bit as Nancy chatted with Vicki up front and Robin and Steve followed behind.

Jonathan and Argyle were already lighting up, chatting between one another before passing the blunt forward for Steve to partake. Nancy and Robin seemed to be abstaining, but Vicki didn’t turn the weed down as she continued her conversation.

It was all so… friendly. It was nice, in an odd kind of way, like looking through a window. It just… felt difficult to engage with them all properly. He just kept letting his gaze linger on the back of Steve’s head, or his profile when he turned to joke with someone. He was the odd-man-out. No matter how you sliced it everyone had someone to walk with. Nancy seemed to be befriending Vicki quickly, and Vicki could always drop back to talk to Robin. Steve could walk with Robin or Nancy and then Jonathan could mingle in with any of them–he was the odd one out in a group of seven.

Eddie noticed when Argyle started to lag behind, adjusting his step and holding the joint out toward Eddie. He didn’t refuse it and took the blunt as Argyle fell into step beside him. “You okay back here, metal-man?” Argyle asked, smiling in a way which made Eddie laugh. Metal-man, cute. “Yeah, better now,” Eddie said, gesturing with the blunt and forcing a smile as he took a drag and passed it back to Argyle. He expected him to take the hit and then meander to the group, but Argyle hung back as he pulled on the joint. “You’re quiet today, you know?” Argyle continued, his tone slow and methodical.

Eddie had never really met someone like Argyle before–the proper hippie type. All the druggies he knew were too wired, violent or baked past being able to hold a conversation.

“I know,” Eddie replied, not feeling it in himself to act energetic and lie as he accepted another hit.

“Hmmm,” Argyle hummed, sounding as if he was considering something very wise. It made Eddie snort a bit, raising his brow at the younger.

“Contemplation,” he finished, nodding as if he understood perfectly what was going on.

Eddie stared at him a moment and then snorted again, smoking quickly before passing the blunt back over. They continued like that, passing the smoke between them without needing to ask. “Life and existence and all that,” Eddie said a bit sarcastically, not really taking anything Argyle was saying seriously.

“Hey, man, don’t knock it,” Argyle hummed, closing his eyes as he smoked, “contemplation, being present with your thoughts and your emotions… it’s like breathing in for the soul.”

Eddie wasn’t really sure what to say to that or how to take any of those words. They sounded meaningful, but at the same time they sounded like bullshit.

“You get that from a fortune cookie?” Eddie asked, smiling and wanting to be a bit jokey instead of serious. He didn’t even know Argyle that well.

“You guys have a Chinese food place around here?”

Eddie laughed, not sure if Argyle was serious but the response was more than a little ridiculous.

“No, man, not in Hawkins, you’d have to go to the city,” Eddie chuckled, feeling a touch better with the mixture of weed and conversation. “Ah, there,” Argyle said, smiling which made Eddie watch him a bit nervously.

There, what? He thought, glancing behind him for whatever reason to make sure he hadn’t missed observing something.

“Breathing in. Laughter is the best for that,” Argyle explained, still smiling.

“I thought contemplation was…”

“No, contemplation is just the vehicle man, the goal is joy. Like riding down a smooth highway on your way to an uncharted land. You can get stuck, contemplating too long, that’s why you gotta breathe in and laugh, put some proper motion back into locomotion.”

“Loko-motion,” Eddie replied quietly, not able to help the joke. It took Argyle a moment, but he laughed and pointed at Eddie as if to wag his finger. “Good one, good one,” he breathed and Eddie couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face for making Argyle laugh properly. It had been a stupid joke, but he always felt better when he made someone laugh.

Argyle was right though… the goal was joy. That was such a weird way for Eddie to think about it though. Things seemed too complicated for that to be the only answer, and honestly he didn’t really know how to get there. How did you just… go toward joy? How did you do that?

“Say…” Eddie started, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. “This highway… say it’s a bumpy ride. Treacherous even… how are you supposed to know you’re moving towards joy if every route feels like you’re… going to drive off a cliff.”

Argyle hummed in contemplation over that, actually considering what Eddie had said as if it was a real question. Eddie didn’t mind talking in metaphors, but he usually did it for story telling not… conversations.

“Do you know the cliff is bad?” Argyle asked, nodding his head slowly.

“Historically, jumping off a cliff is bad,” Eddie corrected, which made Argyle laugh a bit again.

“I dunno, man. Maybe you’re not driving a car. Maybe you’re meant to go off the cliff because it’s the only way you’ll catch air. You’re meant to fly.”

“That could be really dangerous advice to the wrong person,” Eddie questioned, raising a brow at Argyle as he continued to hum thoughtfully.

“True, true… but it’s not a real cliff. Not even a real highway or car or whatever. It’s all just fabricated, man. It all is,” Argyle gestured around him as he spoke, indicating toward the street and the houses they walked past. “It’s all in our heads no matter how we look at it, ain’t no danger in listening to where your mind wants to go. So long as you’re not hurting anyone else.”

Eddie frowned at that, not sure if he liked the advice or not, or if it was even considered real advice. He was right though, the cliff or the highway or whatever the hell else was all in his head no matter what. It was all in his head. He was the one making the road bumpy.

Argyle smoked the rest of the joint as the two of them fell into silence, just walking behind the rest of the party out of earshot. Argyle didn’t push it and Eddie appreciated that as he felt his mind slow down a bit. Smooth sailing. A smooth ride down the highway to joy.

“Something wrong with Steve?” Argyle asked after a long pause. It caught Eddie’s attention right away though and he looked at Argyle sharply.

“Huh?” He was totally caught off guard by the question, his face flushing a bit. “Steve, something wrong? You sure are staring at him a lot tonight.”

Eddie felt his face heat up more and he turned his attention towards the ground, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he felt shame wash over him. He hadn’t realized he was staring again, he hadn’t meant to.

“No, no, he’s fine,” Eddie answered, his words a bit jumbled as he rubbed at his lips. “Okay,” Argyle replied easily, again, not pushing it.

“We…” Eddie started to say, not sure why he was sharing with Argyle of all people. “We… uh… we got into a bit of a fight the other week.” “Bummer,” Argyle nodded, frowning to give his sympathies. “We made up,” Eddie corrected quickly which had Argyle smiling instead, still nodding his head.

“He just… he said he was willing to let me make it up to him,” Eddie replied, only telling half the truth. He was unsure how to bridge the topic within himself still, let alone with someone like Argyle. “I just don’t… really know how to do that,” Eddie continued, frowning as he said the words out loud. He had never voiced his concerns and they felt real now that he had said them. It felt bad and better all at once; as if the scope of the task was the right size even if it was still difficult to deal with.

“Show up,” Argyle said quietly, nodding still as if he had gotten lost to the motion and was unable to stop. “Usually just means showing up.” Eddie stared at Argyle as he spoke, not sure if it was the weed or something else, but that bit of advice actually made sense. Proving he was sorry was just… showing up. “You know, man,” Argyle hummed as they started to get close to town, the shop lights illuminating their path now. “You should try being a little less scared of that cliff.”

“I’m not scared,” Eddie replied with a frown, feeling put on the spot.

Argyle was picking up his pace a bit to rejoin the group, but he turned to look at Eddie while walking backward. “Sure you are, we all are. Just don’t be afraid to fly if that’s what you’re meant to do. The cliff might not be so bad. Won’t know if you’re a plane if you live your life on the ground,” Argyle offered as he put his arms out in a T formation and swooped to the right as if he was impersonating a plane.

Eddie stared at him a long while as he fell back in beside Jonathan and put his arm over his shoulder in a friendly way. He could hear Argyle talking about food or something in that vein, and his nonchalant attitude made Eddie feel weird about the whole interaction. It was almost as if it hadn’t happened at all. It left him feeling a bit spacey and unsure before he picked up his pace as well and properly joined the party, stepping up beside Vicki.

–

Eddie turned the box around in his hand, feeling the effects of the weed as he looked at the pictures of children eating cereal and brightly coloured cartoons springing around the cover of the container. He wasn’t so far gone that he was tripping, but it was distracting nonetheless. “You want it?” Steve asked and Eddie looked up slowly toward him as he spoke before smiling easily. “Sure,” he replied, looking back at the box without handing it over. “Do you want it?” Steve chuckled at him and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh back in a quiet way, enjoying the easy interaction. Weed did chill him out and he felt less anxious about being around Steve like this. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the prick of concern in the back of his brain, or the understanding that he just… wanted to be around Steve. He wanted him to pay attention to him and talk and keep him company. That feeling just wasn’t laced with fear. Steve took the box out of his hand and Eddie let him before Steve turned the product around in his hand as well and put it back on the shelf. He grabbed a different cereal, shaking the box slightly before motioning for Eddie to follow him. “Mind if we do this one?” He asked and Eddie nodded, still smiling as he followed Steve up towards the till.

The cashier was watching all of them suspiciously, but none of the party were making a ruckus and instead were just quietly meandering around the store and grabbing a few things to buy.

Steve paid for the cereal and a pack of gum and Eddie lingered before deciding he should buy some smokes. He emptied his pockets before handing over the exact change for the pack and getting an incredulous look from the cashier. He handed over the pack anyway and Eddie left the store but not before turning and subtly flipping the guy off. Outside, Steve had already opened the box of cereal and was pouring a small amount into his hand, making a mess as the colourful puffs of food fell onto the ground. “You’re making a mess of it, man,” Eddie chuckled, coming over to cup his hands under Steve’s to catch some of the stray bits of food. “Here, here,” Eddie insisted as he grabbed for the box after pushing some cereal into his mouth. Eddie stuffed his arm into the cereal box unsophisticatedly and grabbed a fistful of cereal before attempting to put the puffs into Steve’s hold. “Fuck off,” Steve laughed, the two of them making just as much of a mess. They were both laughing by the time everyone else came out of the store and they started their trek back toward the Wheeler’s house. Nancy was actually properly holding a few grocery bags of snacks, but the rest of them seemed to just have odd, wayward food products in their hands to enjoy. Vicki was even trying to eat small spoonfuls of pre-made icing and Robin was laughing at her, attempting to “help.”

Things felt easy right now though and Eddie smiled at the group before hopping up onto the retention wall by them and starting to walk along the edge. He practised his balance as he kept pace with Steve. “You’re such a kid,” Steve teased lightly and Eddie glanced at him quickly before having to look forward again so he wouldn’t fall. “What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie asked, humour in his voice as he kept his arms out to the side to keep his balance. “You’re like a little kid,” Steve repeated, his tone affectionate as he smiled at Eddie. “Fuck off,” Eddie mocked back, laughing as he said it. “I’ll have you know I’m the oldest one here.” “That makes it worse,” Steve teased, which got a bark of a laugh from Eddie. He started to stagger, losing his balance as he laughed and toppled toward Steve. The fall wasn’t so bad as to knock him over or anything like that, but it was amusing as Eddie reached out to brace himself and hit Steve’s shoulder, the two of them harmlessly bumping together. It had Eddie laughing loudly as Steve sputtered and half caught him, stopping Eddie from hitting the ground. “Fuck you, Harrington,” Eddie laughed, no weight to his words as he caught his breath. “You trying to kill me?” Everyone walked past them as Steve steadied him, a few of them laughing along with Eddie even if they didn’t know what the joke was. “You good, Munson?” Steve chuckled, obviously amused as he helped Eddie right himself. Eddie adjusted, still snickering, before starting to walk normally again beside Steve. They grew quiet, but it was an easy silence that made Eddie feel warm as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and swayed through his steps. “Hey,” Eddie said finally, smiling at the ground and keeping his attention on his feet. “Thanks for uh, thanks for giving me a second chance.” “Yeah, course,” Steve answered easily, the words flowing between them unencumbered. “Had to, you were miserable.” Eddie laughed again, this time softer as he rubbed under his nose and sniffed. He felt painfully shy but not all that awkward about it. Everything Steve was saying was making him grin and making him want to get closer to him; to do something stupid and having him look and make Steve laugh. He felt bashful and energetic while at the same time feeling completely at peace and more confident than he had in weeks. “Does it bother you?” Steve asked, and Eddie had to look at him to process those words. His owlish stare seemed to communicate enough as Steve explained. “Your…” he started, pointing to his own cheek and tapping a spot on his jaw. “Your scar…” Eddie blinked and then lifted his own hand to his face, touching the patch of bumpy skin that cut up his jaw and then down his neck. It was easy enough to hide with his hair and you only really noticed the scar in good lighting. Still, it was nasty when he first got it, but as the months progressed the gnarled nature of the wound had lessened. It would still always be obvious, but Eddie didn’t find it all that ugly. “Not really,” Eddie admitted, getting distracted by the feeling of the bumpy and smooth texture of the wound. “It’s okay.”

It had been annoying to eat at first, he could remember, and he hated the feeling of his skin being too tight as he spoke or chewed his food. It still felt stiff at times, but he was starting to get used to it. “Feels funny still,” Eddie chuckled, rubbing the spot a couple more times before dropping his hand to put it back in his pocket. “Can I feel?” Steve asked after a pause which made Eddie blink at him quickly. “Uh, sure,” Eddie offered, obviously thrown off by the question. “No, forget it,” Steve corrected, facing forward again and pushing his bangs back out of his face, looking awkward all of a sudden. “No, it’s okay,” Eddie insisted, motioning with his hands to try and communicate that he had just been surprised, not bothered. “No, it’s weird to ask that—kind of rude too,” Steve replied, laughing awkwardly and turning his attention to the other side of the street. “Steve,” Eddie tried again, grabbing Steve’s forearm with both hands and pulling on him a bit. “It’s fine, man.” “I’m okay, don’t worry about—” Eddie grumbled loudly as Steve tried to backpedal again and instead used his grip to shake Steve’s arm childishly. “Touch my face, Steve!” Eddie yelled, purposefully getting loud and speaking in a jokey manner to embarrass Steve. “Jesus,” Steve hushed, putting his hand over Eddie’s mouth. “Okay, okay.” Steve was shooting glances toward the rest of their party and some of them half turned to look at them to see what the commotion was about. Obviously, the extra attention bothered Steve because he hunched up as people slowly turned back around.

Eddie smiled from behind Steve’s hand, no caution in his brain as he stuck out his tongue and licked Steve’s palm. Steve shouted a sound of surprise, reeling back and making some of the cereal fall out of the box he was holding in his other hand. “Gross!” Steve yelled, which made Eddie laugh hard. People were definitely looking at them now which seemed to make Steve flush slightly as he realized the error. Eddie grabbed at his own stomach, laughing rowdily as he stumbled away from Steve. Steve grabbed a handful of cereal and chucked the pieces at Eddie, making him laugh harder as he covered his head. “Mercy!” He called through his giggles, “don’t, don’t. You’ll get it stuck in my hair!” Steve was laughing with him now, the two of them making a ruckus before Nancy turned toward them and hushed their antics. “Come on guy, you’re going to get us in trouble.” Steve stopped throwing the cereal and Eddie’s laughter died down slightly, even if he was smiling still. Steve didn’t seem all that bothered by their interaction and obviously found amusement in Eddie’s teasing even if he had been embarrassed initially. “You’re so disgusting,” Steve said once Nancy had turned back around, chuckling a bit still. Eddie grinned at him, sticking his tongue out again and putting up the rock-on gesture so it framed his mouth. “You don’t even know the half of it,” he teased, which got him a good-natured shove from Steve. He laughed again as he righted himself, being conscientious of not getting too loud. “Here,” Steve offered, pushing the box of cereal toward Eddie. He took it without complaint but looked at Steve, confused anyway. “Your hair,” Steve explained as he stopped walking and made Eddie stop too. He didn’t explain more, but it became obvious that he intended to remove the bits of cereal that had gotten stuck in Eddie’s hair. He was concentrating on the act as he pulled Eddie’s hair forward and plucked the food particles from his curls, the attention making Eddie feel soft. He just sort of stared at Steve’s chest, his head slightly craned downward as he waited for Steve to finish. As he did, Eddie glanced up again, making eye contact. “You can…” Eddie started, reaching up with one hand and tapping his own cheek where his scar was. Steve seemed to hesitate, but he did eventually reach forward, touching the spot for a brief moment as he stared at that point on Eddie’s face. His expression was a bit faded as he seemed to distractedly touch the scar before slowly letting his hand drop. Steve looked so dazzling in the low light; his chestnut hair glinting with faded bits of blonde, bleached from swimming in pools and staying out in the sun. He really was boyishly handsome. It was no wonder he had been so popular in school, even if Eddie was starting to realise that his popularity had everything to do with sports, good looks, and money and had very little to do with who he was as a person. Steve was a dork… goofy and awkward, well-meaning but completely uncharismatic. He had his moments, but Steve didn’t seem to shine when he got attention nor did he seek it out. He was so pretty though…. Cliff, meet Eddie. Eddie… meet cliff. The two of them held the position for a moment, staring at one another before Steve turned to face forward again.

Eddie followed suit a beat later, the two of them growing quiet. “Thanks,” Eddie mumbled, still smiling as he stepped beside Steve again and they started walking. “For uh,” Eddie said, shaking the box of cereal and then hugged it to his chest again, keeping his attention forward. “Oh, yeah… sure,” Steve replied, “don’t mention it.” The comfortable silence faded slowly and made way for regular, contemplative silence as the two of them walked. Eddie didn’t hate it and he still felt a bit warm from their earlier interaction, but he felt introspective as he clutched the box of cereal. It still felt too soon to know for sure–or at least Eddie wanted to tell himself that–but he was entertaining the idea of…properly liking Steve. Maybe. It still felt far-fetched and even if it was true that didn’t mean he was willing to sacrifice their friendship. He’d never asked anyone out, and he wasn’t going to have Steve be the first person he tried it on. Even if Steve was secretly a dork, he was still a different breed of dork than Eddie was. He was glad they got along and he was glad that Steve seemed to actually enjoy his company, but that didn’t mean they were romantically compatible.

Not that he liked him.

Not that he wanted to put himself through that emotional ordeal.

Steve opened the door as they got back to the Wheeler’s basement, holding it for Eddie and stepping aside. Eddie bowed in an exaggerated manner, chuckling before starting to walk through the door. Steve shoved his shoulder to make him walk faster and Eddie laughed properly, grinning over his shoulder at Steve as he watched a smile spread across his face too.

#I've never written argyle before and it was a trip!#I had fun though #welcome to pining hour #my_writing #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #argyle #argyle stranger things #steddie #steddie fic

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hornedqueenofhell · 8 months

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Mind if I Drop in? Pt 1

Crossposted from AO3

Eddie wheezes as he spins around another corner, praying he’s put enough distance between him and the rest of the guards for this to work. Stupid fucking castle hallways always looking the same, like would it kill you to put out any artwork? Or just stick one of those directional signs you see at a fork in the road somewhere. Something like ‘dungeon two lefts then a right, thieves of valuable family heirlooms take a right, two lefts, then go up two floors to escape with your goods’. Eh that one might be too wordy.

He shoves the stolen crown in his bag and fishes around in the worn leather for the scroll he needs. Loose papers, no. Song lyrics on scraps of paper, no! …Aha! Bless Dustin he thinks as he pulls out the spell scroll.

“Alright Henderson, let’s hope this works.” He huffs as he lifts his bag onto his back.

Eddie can hear the footsteps and clanking armor get closer as he carefully breaks the seal and unfurls the scroll, taking great care not to touch the sigil until the paper is flat on the ground.

“Freeze!” He hears as the guard catches sight of him. Eddie just grins and gives the man, who is sporting a fantastic mustache in the bards opinion, a cheeky salute as he slaps his hand to the sigil and lets the Teleportation spell activate.

Now, Eddie’s not used to teleportation spells so he doesn’t exactly expect to stick the landing, he is just a simple bard afterall. But he’s definitely not expecting the spell to dump him on his back in a familiar tavern, right into the arms of a stranger. A stranger with very familiar hazel eyes that he must have passed at least three portraits of on his way in. A stranger whose crown is currently sitting in Eddie’s bag.

“Umm, who the hell are you?” The stranger… oh who the fuck is he kidding, Steve Harrington the crown prince asks him. Eddie scrambles out of his arms, knocking over not only the princes’ full cup of beer but also the empty stool next to the prince which falls with a loud clatter and only draws more attention to them.

Steve cringes at the display and tugs his cloak tighter around him. Eddie kind of wants to point out that he’s drawing more attention to himself by keeping his hood up but he was supposed to be in the next town over where his horse and his friends are waiting for him, not here in the arms of the man he just stole from. What the fuck Henderson?!

“Just a bard, got a wonky teleportation scroll is all. I deeply apologize your Highness.” Eddie sweeps into a bow sinking low enough his curls brush the ground. He kinda figured Steve would be pissed about the rough landing and the spilled drink but he’s not expecting the hand over his mouth as Steve manhandles him back to standing.

The prince now has him pinned to the bar, his eyes wild as he glances around to see if anyone heard Eddie, which they very much so did. Eddie never had much of an indoor voice. Steve's hood is slipping off and Eddie reaches out to fix it, not that it matters much. He is surprised though to see Steve flinch when Eddie’s hand comes into view, and not in the ‘oh you surprised me' way.

Before he can ask Steve to unhand him the door to the tavern opens. Several palace guards storm in, weapons drawn.

“Nobody move!” The leader shouts, unfortunately Eddie recognizes him too, and so does Steve from the way fear leaks into his eyes. The guard almost immediately clocks their awkward position and it only takes a second more for the guard to recognize them both. “Freeze!” He shouts and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Why do they always say that?” He mutters behind Steve’s hand, Steve turns to look at him again in the same moment Eddie grabs a fistful of the inside of Steve’s cloak. Perfect. With a twist of his fingers and a few words Eddie snaps his fingers, sacrificing the handful of fleece he’d grabbed, and causing an illusionary fog to fill the tavern.

Now the entire tavern is shouting and shifting around as Eddie ducks from Steve’s grasp.

“Come on, this way.” Eddie says, grabbing Steve’s arm and pulling him past the stools and out through the back door with ease. Why Eddie did it even he’s not sure, but he’s made his bed now. Sending out a mental apology to his uncle for making a mess in the man's tavern he pulls Steve down the street and through a few more alleys.

Steve struggles against him a bit, “Where are you taking me, let go! Let go of me!”

Eddie yanks them into the mouth of an alley and this time he’s the one throwing Steve against something.

“Unless you want to get us both in trouble I suggest you shut up right now, with all due politeness your Highness.” Eddie hisses, his fingers are likely bruising the hinge of Steve’s jaw but he doesn’t let up. Steve has one hand wrapped around the wrist gripping him, the other he barely notices until the silver glints in the moonlight and Steve swings at him.

“I’m not going back there.” Steve is just as venomous as Eddie springs back before the prince can gut him.

“I don’t give a fuc-” The guards clanking closer causes both of their eyes to widen. Eddie reaches for his belt and lunges at Steve. Metal clashes as their daggers meet between their bodies. Eddie bodily forces Steve back into the wall, panic giving him enough of a burst of strength to catch the younger man off guard.

“Now, either you behave like a good little princess or I’ll fucking gut you right here and now.” Eddie’s lips brush against Steve’s as the lie spills between them. Eddie hates killing, is barely capable of hunting for himself when the moment calls for it. Stevie doesn’t need to know that though.

“You even try and I’ll scream. You’ll be hanged by sunrise.” Steve bites in response, their daggers grinding against each other but neither of them willing to try anything risky to disarm the other.

Eddie’s free hand flashes out and grips a fistful of Steve’s hair yanking his head back harshly. He isn’t expecting the breathy cry that leaves the prince's lips, he clearly wasn’t either going by the flush crawling across his face.

“Oh princess, if you wanted me to make you scream. All you have to do is ask.” Eddie purrs, placing a kiss to the side of Steve’s throat.

Eddie is ashamed to admit that he was distracted enough by the feeling of Steve going boneless in his arms that he didn’t see the prince move. He’s placing an apology kiss to the hinge of Steve’s jaw, fully intent on working his way further in when Steve shoves him off.

They go crashing into the other side of the alley, it’s really not a very wide space, and this time it’s Eddie’s back against the wall. He can feel the points of his stolen prize digging into his back. Before he can make another snarky comment or threat Steve has Eddie’s curls wrapped around his fist and is returning the favor. Eddie moans out, dagger slipping from his grasp as he scrabbles at the wall under Steve. The prince presses the tip of his dagger to Eddie’s abdomen, Eddie thrashes around and manages to get his hand around Steve’s wrist between them. Trying to force the point of it away from his squishy parts, thank you very much. Steve yanks on his hair again, taking advantage of their position to leverage his height against Eddie.

“Well, it looks like you have the same weakness.” Steve smirks, his tongue darts out to wet his lips and brushes over Eddie’s lower lip. They’re panting in each other's mouths now, hands not fighting for the dagger between them gripped onto each other's person.

“I’ve never minded a little pain with my pleasure, your highness.” Eddie pulls against the grip on his curls to capture Steve’s bottom lip between his teeth and give him a sharp nip. He tugs on that sweet fullness as Steve pulls him away, his skull cradled in Steve’s fingers instead of colliding with the brick.

Pt 2

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #bard!eddie munson #prince!steve harrington #prince steve harrington #bard eddie munson #teleportation scroll gone wrong #steddiefic chronicles

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How do you believe Eddy actually is without his Bro mask? I mean, I don't believe he would be radically different or anything- he probably still has his hotheadness, stubborness and egocentrism- but he would also be a bit more chill, more openly caring and more helpful and friendly towards his buddies and another people?

Still quite flawed and bratty, but also much more of a nice guy at the same time, summing up.

brother you just opened a whole ass can of worms on this here page

eddy angst and eventual fawning below

even after bps i imagine eddy's guard is gonna be allllllll the way up for a long time. nonetheless, he's ecstatic to be welcomed into the in-crowd. finally, an excuse to wear all those clothes he keeps in that closet o' dreams. his shoulders loosen up a bit over time, he's cool, he's getting invites to all the shindigs. he's chasing this conditional acceptance so much that he might even drift away from the eds for a while- ed and edd not exactly being the partying types.

but he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. right on his neck. waiting for the moment he says or does the wrong thing. or the moment his searing rage burns through this newfound passivity. he's just doing what everyone else does, what everyone wants him to do. asking someone how they're doing even if you don't really care, laughing when someone tells what could be construed as a joke. and standing up real straight, since double dee's always talking about "posturing" for some reason.

keeping up that front is exhausting though.. some nights he'd rather stay home, but if he did that he might never get invited anywhere ever again. and another of kevin's easyriders anecdotes, jonny's weed-fueled conspiracy theories, rolf's political proselytizing, and nazz's aggressive dancing sure as shit beats spending time with his own thoughts.

yup. this is the life.

the ticking time bomb explodes when someone accidentally bumps into him at one of these parties, and the uncomfortable laughter this elicits from his peers plunges him further into a sea of red, his ire hopping from one head to the next as he drunkenly gives them all what for. he lays into his peers in a way he's only ever seen edd do, then storms off into the inconveniently well-lit night, never to be seen or heard from again... until the next day at school, where to his horror, everyone is still being cool towards him? they're asking him if he's okay?? he should be fine, once he's picked his jaw up off the floor.

but they were supposed to hate him, give him a shiner to go along with the bruises he left on their collective ego. somethin' don't smell right, and it's not just the mix of mike's hard and last night's supper embedded between his shoelaces.

the only solution is to isolate, of course. out of sight out of mind. he starts showing up for school less and less, and when he's there it's not like he's paying attention. what's the point? as far as he can tell, his options were laid out before he was off his mom's tit: join dad at the dealership, or end up in a seaside trailer, running two-bit scams to supplement the part-time income he'd get as a ride operator. you don't need no stinkin' degree to push a button.

graduation comes and he doesn't go cuz you wouldn't catch him dead in one of those stupid ass hats and matching tablecloths. plus "getting older" is depressing. really depressing. as such, he becomes depressed. i wrote in painfully dumb detail what i think that might look like in the fic i was working on, so i'll spare you a rehashing of that.

anyway, his depressive episode subsides a bit and for the first time in his life he's looking inward. what does he want to do? who does he want to be? better yet WHO IS HE??? that's the thing with eddy, he has no idea who he is, and is terrified to find out. it was easy enough to mirror his brother when he mistook fear for respect. but no one is scared of him, and no one respects him, especially now that they see what a loser his brother is. so what does he have to lose by being himself? whatever that means.

at the forefront is that big lavender question mark that's been looming over his head since he was in diapers; the only "mental illness" his dad acknowledges as real.

he has another mini crisis when he is forced to accept that he's gay. followed by a torrent of relieved tears. relief mixed with horror, as it all makes an embarrassing amount of sense now. admitting that everyone was right SUCKS, but he'll look past that for the time being, and enjoy the fleeting lightness in his chest. it feels eerily similar to the day everyone found out the truth about his brother- minus the agony of cracked ribs.

his brother... oh shit, his FATHER. wipe those tears away mary. you better not be caught puffy eyed and red faced in this house son, 'less you been brawlin'.

anyway if i continue i'd be spoiling that fic i mentioned cuz i do plan on continuing it in some form or fashion eventually. the point of that fic is to pretty much go over what i think happens to eddy to get him to the point that he FIRST realizes and accepts he needs to heal at all, and then can begin the long, non-linear process of restoring what was taken from him by the hands of people who were supposed to love and protect him. that's the only way he'll be able to learn who he is and gradually let that take place of the caricature that was forced upon him.

accepting that he's gay is gonna seem like a breeze once he starts digging in to the real ugly shit. but it absolutely has an affect on his personality both as a kid before he realizes it and going forward as an out and proud adult. if you think he's flamboyant in the show...

but yes, his true personality is still, as you said, cantankerous, boisterous, egomaniacal, etc. perhaps becomes a bit more sophisticated with age lmao. take the way he acts in season one and a dash of season three in there for the best example of what i imagine he might be like on an average day in his adult life.

he'll always deal with anger management issues and depression, he's gonna have days, weeks, months where he's season 5 levels of unhinged. but like we all do, he learns to cope in ways besides bashing his skull into the nearest wall and/or tree. but don't get me started on that.

just as a side note, and not because you implied this or anything, but people who struggle with anger aren't bad people, and anger isn't inherently bad. he has every right to feel the rage he feels imo. i feel like removing those less "desirable" traits from him entirely really detracts from his fantastically complex character.

as far as how he treats the people closest to him go read @gettingfrilly's analysis of eddy and empathy for a much more informed, concise and well worded take than i can provide. my opinion is that it's a struggle for eddy to show kindness and consideration but he will get there in time with the right support. his fear of intimacy and vulnerability is something i hope to touch on in the fic too, so i'll save my ramblings on that topic for a later time.

overall, most of eddy's personality i wouldn't want to change, but it will mature and take on different forms as he gets older. his brashness, his humor (dude is so goddamn funny), his low tolerance for what he considers bullshit, his stupid charm, his ridiculous vanity. they all make him who he is and i wouldn't change them for the world!!

he's not going to get along with everyone and there will be people who simply don't like him, but once his barbs have been sanded down a bit, i think eddy would be really well liked by the people around him whose personalities and interests jell with his. his snark and gallows humor would be easily integrated into the many kitchens and bars he works in, and he'd have no trouble making friends. he's charismatic as all hell, and surprisingly cultured. i feel like people don't give him enough credit for how smart he is, but i see it. his confidence and resilience ensure that he WILL be successful in the things he sets out to do, it's just a matter of time and a little luck.

#look man i think everyone knows by now that i'm incapable of sticking strictly to the question at hand #but i had a lot of fun writing that mini fic at the start there lol and i feel like it's pertinent enough so we're gonna roll with it #thanks for asking and i'll get to the other asks soon #i really appreciate people taking the time to send me stuff i just dont always have time or know what to say at the time 🥴#but i'll try! to my own and everyone else's chagrin #text

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Im desperately withholding the urge to ask like 13 questions for romauncebut ive narrowed it down to 3, 6, 18 and 19

Hey-hey, Edd! ✨

Thank you for your wonderful ask again! I'm very grateful for the inspiration and the opportunity you gave me to reveal more of the RoMaunce story. 💖

I decided to write and post the ficlets for the remaining part of your ask all at once. I remember you wanted a drawing for № 18, and I will certainly do it in the end of May / beginning of June (only from Rocky's perspective and containing that bonus part of the question), but now I want to cover it at least with a short story. :3

So, here they are, the ficlets for questions № 3, № 6 and № 18 from that list in the chronological (for the characters) order.

№ 18 - Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

A Real Unicorn

“Oh, Rocky, what a—” Ivy stopped short when she noticed that the pieces of paper she had picked up from the floor beneath the table where Calvin and Rocky had been sitting just a moment ago weren't trash, but… notes.

A pile of small, tightly crumpled notebook sheets, all neatly handwritten in pencil. It was unlikely that anyone had ever given Rocky an assignment on paper, and Calvin also had no reason to write so often to the cousin whom he saw every day. Maybe Rocky wrote down poetry that way? Though it would have been a bit of a stretch to assume that he was that meticulous. Ivy stroked the sheets with her fingers. Were they really valuable, since Rocky kept them with him, or did he just put them in his pocket and then forget to throw them away? It wasn't that important, actually. It was better to just return the loss… but curiosity eventually got the better of Ivy.

Forgetting about the plates and cups, she began to read the lines, puzzled to find a strange list of orders from the cafeteria. Pizzas, pastas, salads, coffee… no, Ivy didn't see anything surprising in the fact that Rocky might have dined somewhere else besides Little Daisy, but why did he keep the notes that the waitresses usually made for the kitchen?

She wondered about that until she accidentally turned over one of the sheets.

What she saw was hard to comprehend. With each new word, Ivy's gaze grew more excited. Her heart beat more frequently. Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

She didn't stop until she had read them all, from beginning to end, but even then she couldn't believe it. Ivy sat back in the chair and stared at the wall.

What was more likely? That Rocky had completely lost his mind and over and over again was writing himself tender endearments and, for some reason, wishes of bon appétit, in the same thin handwriting that listed the orders on the back side of the sheets, or that he had a… no, it couldn't be. It seemed ridiculous to even try to imagine.

After all, if somewhere in the world there existed a woman who willingly writes such words to Rocky Rickaby, then somewhere in St. Louis might as well live a real unicorn.

№ 3 - Most common argument?

The Chains That Are Too Short

“Someday I'll steal you away for more than a couple hours, and then we'll get really entertained,” Rocky chuckled, helping Mau roll up the blanket. Another night under the stars in St. Louis was coming to an end.

“Really? Are you planning something for a whole three hours?” quipped Maura at him.

“I was rather hoping for something between fifty years and forever,” Rocky shrugged, picking up his violin case. “And then it is as it goes. You know, all that happily ever after, but… livelier. With a bit of sparks here and there.”

“Hmm. So, you’re going to take me, like a princess, away on a white horse to your sugar castle in the kingdom beyond the clouds, and we'll live in love and harmony, become exemplary neighbors, start paying our taxes, have a bunch of obnoxious kids and die the same day.”

“Why not?” Rocky seemed not to notice her sarcasm. “Yes, the script is old-fashioned, but it's proven by both time and folklore. It's almost a guide to action, if you know how to apply folk wisdom properly. And if we dig deeper into the poetry of feudal Europe, we can probably find a couple or three good tips even about paying taxes.”

“Maybe so, but unfortunately, happy fairytales are now left only as an exception and only on the stages of theaters. And you and I don't have enough for a single ticket even together,” Mau started to walk toward the fire escape, but Rocky caught up with her and took her by the arm. Her words, or rather what was clearly between the lines, made his heart feel totally uneasy.

“Mau… I can get some money. I…”

“It's not about money, Roark,” she sighed. “Or rather, it's not just about them. You know it well already…” she took only a step before Rocky stopped her again.

“Come with me,” he blurted out anxiously.

“Where to?”

“In general! Now! We could live together…”

“You sleep in a car. Which isn't even yours.”

“If I rearrange a few things, we both could fit in there. And I could give the cactus to Freckle…”

“Roark…”

“And… and! And I could also ask Miss M. about a job for you. Sooner or later things will get better at Lackadaisy, and… what if we could rent a room together?”

“That's the very problem. I can't be seen anywhere in criminal circles. My father and I are being chased, and rumors will definitely spread if I show up in the underground, and then… then my father and I will have to run away again, and if anyone finds out that you and I are together… Dio mio, don't you realize they'll kill you?”

Rocky quietly groaned and started pacing back and forth. He was almost shaking from nerves. Mau, meanwhile, continued, oblivious to the need to speak in a low voice:

“These thugs are not going to stop at anything to get us. It's bad enough that you're at odds with the locals, so I pray every night that you'll at least stay alive after your ventures, and I don't want to bring the New York Mafia down on you too! This is madness, Roark! I told you many times, I can't be seen with you while you're in the bootlegging business. Maybe we could rent a shabby little room somewhere if you were just a musician, but you ain't, and you ain't going to be!”

In despair, Rocky flailed his arms.

“But I can't! I can't leave Miss M.! I can't—”

“I know,” Mau interrupted him. “And I'm not asking you to. But you can't tease me with a bright future either… It's too much even for me. We're alive, and we have each other, here and now, and that's more than I could ever hope for. Please, just be with me while it's possible…”

Rocky still couldn't calm down. He was breathing erratically, heavily… when Mau stepped closer to him and gently embraced him, he pulled her against him so tightly that she involuntarily sighed. He was sickened by how right she was. His entire being was rebelling against that rightness, wanting to burn that truth to the ground and recreate his own, happy truth from the ashes, whatever risks it took. The seconds lingered… Rocky didn't unclench his hands. Anything to keep Mau in his arms now… anything to avoid going back into the night alone.

But the chains bound to them were too short to allow them to reach the morning.

Interesting fact: The question № 3 was the hardest for me to explore, because for me Rocky and Mau are not the couple that has many constant, repetitive topics to argue about. At first I thought to write about Rocky ignoring his health issues, because that definitely would've got Maura's nerves, but that topic becomes a 'constant argument' only in the distant future from the Lackadaisy current timeline. But finally, I found the topic that is definitely difficult for them both and may cause repetitive uneasy discussions. I hope it covered the question.

№ 6 - What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

The Serenity in You

The Epigraph: When stars drown in the night and the storm fills your mind, it's important to find the safe haven to hide…

The summer heat in the car was becoming unbearable. Rocky felt as if he was drowning in the dense air, almost as much as in his own thoughts. Whenever he was able to doze off, fears and memories began to flood his mind, to crash over him in suffocating waves. Carefully, so as not to wake her, Rocky found Maura's hand, gently intertwining their fingers together. Even back then, when he hadn't had the courage to tell her about his feelings, she had taken his hand in hers so often that it had become almost a sacred act for Rocky. She didn't even seem to realize how every time they were sitting or standing in front of each other she began to stroke the back of his hand… and how much peace, serenity even, that gentle touch brought him.

Suddenly he heard a whisper:

“What are you thinking about?”

Rocky slightly shivered from tension. What he was thinking about… he wished he didn't know himself. Keeping his eyes shut, he mumbled:

“Ah, it's nothing. You know, there's a pesky streetlight out there, and its reflection in the window keeps me awake…”

Mau was silent for a while, and only turned slightly on her side, resting her head on his chest.

“I love hearing your voice, Roark. Falling asleep listening to the tune you hum and the sound of your heartbeat. It's soothing… almost like the sound of the rain outside the window, only… much warmer. Dearer. But when your heart beats like this… like how it beats now… I want to know what makes it so heavy.”

Once again, the nightmares that had haunted him became clearer in his mind. He hesitated; he was uncomfortable with these ugly thoughts himself, and the last thing he wanted to do was to make Mau sink into them, too. But when she gently, yet confidently squeezed his hand in hers again, his doubts receded. She was here, right next to him. And as long as she touched his fingers with hers, they would not drown in this boundless sea. So finally, gently leaning his cheek against the top of Maura's head, Rocky began to speak.

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Misc Domestic K-9 Thoughts Susan kinda acts as a shoulder to vent to whenever anyone needs to talk. She can’t really offer much in response or comfort since A, she’s the type to push things away and compartmentalize, and B… well, she can’t exactly promise everything’s gonna be okay, now can she? Still, sometimes it’s nice to just talk

Some days though she just kinda… shuts down emotionally. Just kinda lays on the floor and can’t find any motivation to get up or do anything. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, staring blankly into space

Charles usually stays with her during these episodes and depending on the day, he either just sits with her or rambles about random things like he would when they were both alive

Charles constantly does stupid shit and distracts himself because he doesn’t, he’ll start thinking about his daughter how he left them behind all his friends and family and how his daughter Lily is now without a father and that he never got to reconcile with his ex wife Emily and the fact he’s stuck in some stupid rusty metal cage and how his murder was never solved and-

Yeah, it’s best not to dwell on that. Ski ball is much more fun, anyways

Rocket only goes out at night to avoid unwanted attention. They exit and enter through the one window in the break room

On their late night excursions, Molly drags Edd to go stargazing and constantly gushes over how pretty the stars are here and points out the constellations. Edd doesn’t really understand most of it, especially her rambling about space, but he tries

Charles keeps track of the days via tally marks on one of the walls in the facility. Currently he is on day 2,553, which is off by a little over a year but it’s still pretty close considering they’ve all been stuck in a rinky dink bunker for the past 8 years

On that note, nobody else likes the calendar because it just reminds them of how long they’ve all been dead and trapped here. Charles kinda gets it but it gives him something to do, soooo…

Rosemary is kinda… frozen emotionally. She’s just as fragile and unstable as when they first got there and doesn’t do much beyond draw, think, and cry. Charles tries to get her to do stuff with him but she staunchly ignores him

Rosemary has complicated feelings regarding Rocket. On one hand she’s glad they at least had each other before she died, but she also feels like she failed them for not realizing Felix was spitting absolute bullshit and guilty that she can’t be fully there for them

She also feels like a failure of a wife and mother in general for not being able to find Jack and leaving behind Sophie

Charles kinda acts like the fun uncle to Rocket and often ropes them into his shenanigans

Everyone feels guilt about something in some way. Susan and Rosemary regret building and designing the animatronics respectively. Charles feels guilty about not finding Susan sooner. Rocket feels guilty because they feel like they’re deaths led to all this bloodshed

Now granted, Susan and Rosemary both know that neither of them could have possibly predicted any of this and Susan has assured Charles multiple times over that he wouldn’t have been able to do much for her anyways. Rocket though…

Susan is the most casual about her death and is very gallows humor about it. Rocket just kinda shrug and say, “haha yeah that sucked, anyways-“. (RETCONNED) Charles desperately tries to change the topic. Rosemary breaks down.

BSI employees who get assigned to stay at the K-9 facility complain a lot because not only is it dark, cold, and kinda creepy, but it’s boring. This and the fact it’s used to store everything from the original Bon’s Burgers, it’s jokingly referred to as The Graveyard Shift

I imagine Rocket overhears this one day and tells the others. Everyone kinda laughs at how unintentionally accurate that title is

Edd and Molly like to make fun of Bon a lot for a variety of things, but especially him not instantly killing his victims so they don’t scream (Geez, you’d think for someone who’s killed a bunch of people, you’d be better at it by now!)

This REALLY gets under Bon’s skin because he doesn’t understand why these children don’t fear him. The only reason he doesn’t retaliate though is because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked

Everyone else has differing reactions to Bon. Susan thinks he’s annoying as hell and isn’t afraid to let him know it, Charles is extremely unnerved by him, and Rosemary has a panic attack at the merest glimpse of him

Ashley is still a mess and everyone feels very sorry for her. They welcomed her into the fold right away and she usually hangs out with Rosemary, since they’re both extremely depressed

Ashley, Kevin, and Hilary completely covered one of the walls in drawings of penises while they were there. It’s one of the few things that can cheer Ashley up and she goes there if she’s feeling particularly nostalgic

Rosemary has banned Rocket from going near said wall and I imagine that conversation went something like this:

Rosemary: Edd, Molly, I don’t want to you to go near that wall anymore!

Edd: But moooom-

Rosemary: Don’t ‘but mom’ me! I don’t want you looking at such obscenities-

Molly: But mom, we would’ve already had the birds and the bees talk if we were still alive!

Rosemary: … *pauses for a moment, before slumping over and violently sobbing*

Edd: … Oh good going, Molly, you made mom cry!

Molly: Well it’s not my fault! I didn’t know she was gonna cry about that-

Edd: She cries about EVERYTHING, Molls. What did you THINK was going to happen?!

*They dissolve into unintelligible bickering as Rosemary continues to have a breakdown*

#the walten files #walten files #susan woodings #rosemary walten #molly walten #edd walten #twf bon #charles brook #twf #twf susan #twf charles #twf rosemary #twf rocket #twf edd #twf molly #Domestic K-9

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comfortablecomfort · 8 months

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Zaps!

(Yet another fic based of off @trrickytickle's lovely pieces of art.)

Ler: Eduardo

Lee: Edd

"Just admit it! I'm better than you!" Eduardo sneered at his rival, as they both floated in the air, battling fiercely

This all started when the Duo were on the top of their house roofs setting up their satellites. Eduardo had some kind of radioactive one, just to prove to Edd that he was superior.

Unfortunately for the both of them, it electrocuted them after Eduardo slammed it.

And somehow, it gave them superpowers.

Now, here they were. Eduardo was causing havoc in the city and Edd decided to stop him.

Matt was still trapped inside of the car that Edd threw at Eduardo, and who knows where Tom went.

Neither one of them was winning right now.

"Just give it up Eduardo! You won't beat me!" Edd challenged, now it was his turn to get cocky.

"Let's put that to the test then! It's my turn to win!"

And with Eduardo's little speech, they both charged at each other, punching and kicking.

Eduardo pushed it farther back then he first did when they started fighting.

Edd struggled to get up, but he was in too much pain.

"Ow..." Edd muttered

Eduardo let out a slight cackle and flew down to him.

"I know just how to finish you off." Eduardo snarled

He cupped his hands in the form of a ball, and Edd noticed green sparks of lightning coming out of them.

"What is-"

"Just my way of saying goodbye, take this loser!"

Before Edd could even react, he felt the sparks flying towards him.

He closed his eyes and braced himself.

But, the feeling didn't hurt at all.

He didn't feel shocked either.

It tickled

"Pfft, HEHEHEY!" Edd huffed a laugh, both he and Eduardo were confused.

"Why are you laughing?" Eduardo asked, raising an eyebrow

"HEHEHEHE *snort* EDUARDO, THAT TIHICKLES!" Edd giggled

"Huh? This isn't supposed to tickle you!" Eduardo growled again.

He zapped him again, but Edd kept giggling.

"CUT IT *snort* OUHOHOUT!" Edd squealed, starting to kick his legs.

"What the hell is wrong with this thing?!" Eduardo's temper was starting to get the better of him.

Over and over, he kept trying to zap his rival. But he wouldn't stop giving the same giggling reaction.

"DOHOHOHON'T! NOHOHOHO! *snort*" Edd let out more snorts and squeals, he tried arching his back to escape this supposed torture

Eduardo was starting to get tired, but he kept going.

"NOHOHO MOHORE! *snort* YOU ASSHOHOLE! *snort* don't tickle!" Edd already resorted to pleading, dammit

"I'm not trying to tickle you, Dumbass!" Eduardo finally let up, leaving his panting rival on the floor, clutching his sides.

"Ugh. Look I-" Eduardo tried to think of something to say next, but was immediately cut off by a loud roar.

Edd got up from the ground to see a giant one-eyed beast roaring at the both of them, with it's claws out

They both got in their fighting positions, there were only two things they could do right now.

Take down the monster and get along.

(Aight, all done. I wanted to do this earlier, but I was at school. Also, sorry this was short, I ran out of ideas, and I suck at writing dialogue.)

#eddsworld #eddsworld tickles #lee!edd #ticklish!edd #ler!eduardo #accidental tickles

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four-bastard-bustle · 2 months

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You know I've always wondered how your interpretation of Matt would've reacted to being punched in the face by Tord in the end part one. Like, he seems the kind of guy who would either go whimper and hide behind Edd like a puppy or would punch back.

Ok so like see this is where you unleashed the floodgates because ive thought abt this scene for ages because its such a peak example of ew(legacy) failing the serious/emotional moments. Making this piece of violence work in a sea of violence is no small undertaking, but I think what it really comes down to is the difference in context between the guys slapping each other around for shits n giggles with no real malice, and the outright fury expressed by Tord in that scene in the episode. If that had been emphasised more, it couldve been peak I think.

This is kind of a lot so its going under the cut

But like, my version of Matt specifically. I mentioned in a couple posts that he was abused pretty heavily as a kid and was occasionally even hit by his father. So having someone suddenly express clear fury over him for doing whatever he was doing and punch him brings back a massive flood of terrible memories. Usually, when one of the other guys hits him, Matt starts whining and complaining. He’s the type to talk and yell a lot when he gets mad. But the sudden fear he feels makes him completely clam up. This is further compounded by the fact that Tord (and by extension Red Leader) goes nonverbal when furious.

Matt lies there on the cold floor. In his mind he sees all the times his father has held him down and “lectured” him for “inappropriate behaviour”. Sometimes he’d even hold his son down by the neck and start squeezing. Strong hands grab his collar and he can feel the air being choked out of him. Matt is surprised that he’s being liften up instead of pushed down for once.

His mind reeling, he can’t tell if the face staring at him in a blind fury is his father’s or “Tord”’s. They’re blending together. They look so terrifyingly similar.

The monster raises its fist but something stops it. A hand clad in green is holding the monster back. There’s talking. Matt wishes he could hear any words. Everything is just ringing for him.

Edd for his part is very much overwhelmed with this situation. As much as he cares for his friends, he is TERRIBLE with conflict resolution. So far, he’s been lucky enough to never need it, but also so far any scraps the boys have gotten into were just petty arguments. This is very different.

Edd starts by just telling “Tord” to let Matt go, at which his grip tightens. He really doesn’t want to add to this by getting physical too, so he just repeats the command, but a little more gently. The fist Edd is holding back shakes a little, but finally “Tord” lets Matt go.

The sound of heavy breathing is filling the room, and no one is able to look one another in the eyes. But after a bit, Red Leader finally collects himself enough to express one clear command.

“Get out of my room.”

Matt doesn’t need to be told twice, and though he’s on shaky legs, he hurries out. Edd gives Tord one more glance before leaving as well. But not without first telling Tord that the two of them are going to talk about this later, when he’s calmed down.

After that, he brings an ice pack to Matt’s attic. The cold helps with the swelling and with Matt’s ongoing panic attack.

But really, Edd is feeling just about every negative emotion right now. He hates how he froze up in shock for a second when Matt got punched instead of immediately helping him up. He wonders why the hell “Tord” felt this protective over a stupid ass button. He hates seeing one of his friends lose himself in a fury this way. He hates seeing another one of his friends have a full on panic attack. He hates that this is kind of the best he can do right now. And he wonders, just what the hell is going on with “Tord” and his secret room.

I want the scene to be so deeply painfully awkward. I want there to be no way Red could laugh it off, or change the topic. I want the three of them to stew in negative emotions like its an awful soup.

Also, the ice cream line. Part of me gets so pissed off by it because Matt literally said he hated ice cream in H&F. But also, as a scene where like, Matt gets too scared to mention that so he just meekly agrees. That’s really good. And I think(?) that’s what the scene was actually intended to be? But they should’ve expressed this better, maybe have a bit in the store where Matt mumbles to himself “But I hate ice cream” as he puts it in the shopping cart. That would definitely be a part of it all in my version of it.

And most importantly no “who’s my brave little soldier” because fuck that line. Infantalize my man like that again and I’ll smite thee.

Uh I mentioned doing my own hc au version of th* *nd and not making it as melodramatic, so I don’t think this would happen in my version of the entire episode. But this is just my version of the Scene. Very different things

#You underestimated my favourite trope. Blabbermouth characters being stunned into silence #And trauma #Writing #I could swear i had a writing tag but i don't remember it #ew matt #ew edd #ew red leader #eddsworld #bastard related inquiries #Read my text boy

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Late-Night Protector

Flashback! Sophie Walton x Flashback! Reader

Summary: What would happen if you saved Edd and Molly from their fate that tragic night? Also what if you were dating Sophie.

*Sophie is aged up a little bit she's around 16 and you are 17, I'm pretty sure in Michigan there are no driving restrictions for people 17 years of age based on my thirty second Google search. Also simply just fluff and angst and can be read as a flashback/ retelling of that night*

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Mention of Car Accident, Emotional Distress, and Mentioned Injury

Word Count: 1270

You started sweeping the floor of the gym, seeing the dust, dirt, and discarded items into a neat little pile. Earlier in the week you had volunteered to monitor the dance for the younger children of the school district.

Almost everyone had gone home except Edd and Molly, who had sat at one of the tables and munched on extra cookies and sipped on leftover punch that you graciously set in front of them. Edd and Molly were two kids you babysat, and then about a year after you started babysitting for them, you became their older sister, Sophie's, girlfriend.

The two kids were your favorite babysitting job and even though recently you quit babysitting a little while ago to focus on school, you never told the Waltens and continued your job babysitting as they needed.

The lights in the gymnasium were dim and a cool draft was coming in from the open doors. A chill went down your spine, and you looked around the room.

When you turned back to check on the two kids they were walking towards the adult zone, where you knew one very drunk Felix Kranken was. You watched as Felix stumbled out of the room following the two children and before they made it to the door, your gut forced you to stop the man and the kids.

"Hey, Mr. Kranken! If you want I can take them home! I live closer to them after all" You cheerfully approached Felix and hoped not to anger him, but he immediately let his guard down and thanked you.

"Thanks, kid, I just really need to get home and lay down. I've had a rough day today..." His sentence dragged off without ever really finishing it.

"Yeah! I'll call the Waltens quickly and take them home right after! I can bring you home as well if you don't feel well Mr. Kranken" Few words were exchanged before he left with his own set of keys.

You turned to Edd and Molly and assured them that you were bringing them home, and just had to call their house and tell your friends you were leaving. They sat back down and continued their conversation.

You talked to your friend about leaving early and about talking to your supervisor for you, and then you made your way to the payphone. Dropping in a couple of coins and dialing the Walten's home phone. Rosemary picked up the phone gleefully, and you explained the situation to her.

You could hear her rustling around like she was nodding her head. You didn't reveal the fact that Felix Kranken was obviously drunk and going to drive her two young children home under the influence.

"Okay! Thank you so much! Drive safe!" She said into the phone, and you assured the kids that they were going to be home soon.

The three of you ventured out into the night and got into the car. You turned the heat up a little to stave off the late-night chills and left the parking lot of the school.

~~~

Upon arriving at the Walten's home you saw Mr. Walten's car parked out front, door open and still running. The front door was cracked, and you were walking in front of the children when you cautiously approached the door.

Rosemary met you at the door, and quickly pulled you into her warm embrace, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for bringing them home... Felix was in an accident on his way home. He's at the hospital" Your eyes widened at her calm words and pulled her a little closer.

"Of course Mrs. Walten, I care about these kids dearly. I wouldn't let anything happen to them if I could stop it," Rosemary released you and then hugged her two youngest children close.

You thought of the years you've babysat the children due to your proximity to their home, and the bond you've created with the youngest Walten children.

You thought about the friendship turned into something more with the oldest Walten child, only a few months younger than yourself.

Recently you've driven the Walten children to their games and practices when their parents were unable to. Edd's baseball games, Molly's dance rehearsals, and dates with Sophie were some of your favorite memories. Sometimes you would have dinner with the whole family, and they welcomed you in like one of their own.

You saw a couple of tears escape from Rosemary's eyes, but you said nothing of it. Jack Walten bustled down the stairs and joined Rosemary in hugging the children.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Rose?" Jack asked his wife.

"No, I'll stay and watch the kids," Rosemary assured Jack, but you just had to ask.

"Where are you going?"

"The hospital where Felix is, I have to make sure he's okay. Linda didn't pick up when the hospital called her" Jack told you while shaking your hand in the most fatherly way you've ever experienced.

"If you both want to go, I can stay overnight with the kids, it's really no problem" The Waltens looked at each other and nodded their heads.

Rosemary tentatively asked, "Would you?"

"Of course! It's no problem. Go and be with him, he needs you guys" With that Jack shoved a twenty into your hands, and said to use it if you guys were hungry, or if they weren't back by morning.

Another hug from Rosemary, and they were off to see Felix.

You ushered the kids from their place on the couch and helped them get ready for bed. When Edd asked what was going on, you explained it to him to the best of your ability.

"Your Uncle Felix got into a car accident on his way home and is at the hospital where your parents went. Aunt Linda wasn't available and your parents were his only family around" He seemed to accept this answer this late at night, and moved into bed.

Once you were sure everyone was comfortable, you went and knocked on Sophie's door. Her face was a little swollen from the fillings she told you she was getting earlier in the day, and her eyes were scrunched in confusion.

"Y/n?" She asked while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. With that, you let your emotions out and tears started to fall as you basically collapsed into her arms, "What's wrong, babe?"

She helped you get downstairs and to the couch where you laid your head in her lap. You told her everything that happened.

~~~

"If I hadn't stepped in, Soph, they might not... they might not be here right now," You continued to cry as Sophie ran her fingers through your hair, and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"But you did, you did, now they're here and in bed, home safe, because of you. They're okay because of you," That made your tears slow, but not stop completely. Sophie started to hum.

"Could you tell me about your day, Soph?"

"Of course, today I went to most of my classes, Mr. Barnet's class was awful. He assigned us an essay that's due in a couple of days about the most obscure topic..."

Her quiet voice lulled you to sleep, and pretty soon she heard your soft breathing laid her head back, and fell asleep too.

~~~

When Jack and Molly came home the next day to get some rest they found their oldest daughter asleep with the babysitter asleep in her lap. A knowing smile passed between the two of them and they quietly snuck upstairs to see their other two children.

#the walten files #twf #twf x reader #the walten files x reader #twf fluff #twf fanfic #twf fandom #twf sophie x reader #sophie walten x reader #twf sophie walten #twf sophie #sophie walten #felix kranken #jack walten #linda thompson #rosemary walten #twf felix kranken #twf felix

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Janos Slynt's Powerful Friends

so janos' "powerful friends" are pretty much a joke meant to show what a blustering oaf his character is, right? but theres also an undercurrent of something deeper beneath. because before hes executed by jon he says this:

“No,” Slynt cried, as Emmett half-shoved and halfpulled him across the yard. “Unhand me ... you cannot ... when Tywin Lannister hears of this, you will all rue—”

so we know exactly who his 'friends' are. but why does he put so much faith in tywin, half a realm away? and what exactly are he and allister thorne plotting, that jon is so afraid of the two of them?

lets take a look at alliser's part in the scene again.

“Lord Janos,” Jon said, “I will give you one last chance. Put down that spoon and get to the stables. I have had your horse saddled and bridled. It is a long, hard road to Greyguard.” “Then you had best be on your way, boy.” Slynt laughed, dribbling porridge down his chest. “Greyguard’s a good place for the likes of you, I’m thinking. Well away from decent godly folk. The mark of the beast is on you, bastard.” “You are refusing to obey my order?” “You can stick your order up your bastard’s arse,” said Slynt, his jowls quivering. Alliser Thorne smiled a thin smile, his black eyes fixed on Jon. At another table, Godry the Giantslayer began to laugh. “As you will.” Jon nodded to Iron Emmett. “Please take Lord Janos to the Wall—” —and confine him to an ice cell, he might have said. A day or ten cramped up inside the ice would leave him shivering and feverish and begging for release, Jon did not doubt. And the moment he is out, he and Thorne will begin to plot again. —and tie him to his horse, he might have said. If Slynt did not wish to go to Greyguard as its commander, he could go as its cook. It will only be a matter of time until he deserts, then. And how many others will he take with him? “—and hang him,” Jon finished. Janos Slynt’s face went as white as milk. The spoon slipped from his fingers. Edd and Emmett crossed the room, their footsteps ringing on the stone floor. Bowen Marsh’s mouth opened and closed though no words came out. Ser Alliser Thorne reached for his sword hilt. Go on, Jon thought. Longclaw was slung across his back. Show your steel. Give me cause to do the same. Half the men in the hall were on their feet. Southron knights and men-at-arms, loyal to King Stannis or the red woman or both, and Sworn Brothers of the Night’s Watch. Some had chosen Jon to be their lord commander. Others had cast their stones for Bowen Marsh, Ser Denys Mallister, Cotter Pyke ... and some for Janos Slynt. Hundreds of them, as I recall. Jon wondered how many of those men were in the cellar right now. For a moment the world balanced on a sword’s edge. Alliser Thorne took his hand from his sword and stepped aside to let Edd Tollett pass. —A Dance with Dragons

we see alliser considering open rebellion to jons order, but thinking better of it. clearly theres a close alliance between the two of them, with common enmity against jon snow. on my first read i didnt spend too much time thinking of alliser and janos other than generally occupying the "antagonist" role in jons chapters. but i think theres so much more going on here.

The sound of voices echoing off the vaulted ceiling brought him back to Castle Black. “I don’t know,” a man was saying, in a voice thick with doubts. “Maybe if I knew the man better . . . Lord Stannis didn’t have much good to say of him, I’ll tell you that.” “When has Stannis Baratheon ever had much good to say of anyone?” Ser Alliser’s flinty voice was unmistakable. “If we let Stannis choose our Lord Commander, we become his bannermen in all but name. Tywin Lannister is not like to forget that, and you know it will be Lord Tywin who wins in the end. He’s already beaten Stannis once, on the Blackwater.” “Lord Tywin favors Slynt,” said Bowen Marsh, in a fretful, anxious voice. “I can show you his letter, Othell. ‘Our faithful friend and servant,’ he called him.” Jon Snow sat up suddenly, and the three men froze at the sound of the slosh. “My lords,” he said with cold courtesy. “What are you doing here, bastard?” Thorne asked. “Bathing. But don’t let me spoil your plotting.” Jon climbed from the water, dried, dressed, and left them to conspire. —A Storm of Swords

what is going on??

ok. so it seems like the senior members of the night's watch--othell yarwyck, bowen marsh, and alliser thorne in the scene above--are attempting to decide whether or not to put their support behind janos slynt in the vote for lord commander, in order to best navigate the future of the watch amidst the turmoil of the war of the five kings, and are considering their options between pissing off stannis or tywin. tywin is in active communication with men of the nights watch (!!) outside of the lord commander's knowledge (!!!) (not that there was one at this time). so it seems like alliser thorne's allegiance is ultimately to the preservation of the watch, but to achieve those goals he is allied with janos slynt, who is tywin's man. its interesting that alliser seems to be playing on the same side as tywin in all this, since tywin is the one who forced him to take the black after robert's rebellion. imo this is meant to show that alliser--despite being an asshole--is ultimately a man who puts his sense of duty first.

where does this leave us in our understanding of night watch politics? we know that there was backdooring, that tywin supported janos slynt for some some mysterious purpose to become lord commander, with othell bowen and alliser convincing each other to put their stones behind janos 'for the watch.' now we just have to figure out what tywin's goal is in all this. as far as i can tell theres two two possible explanations. either 1) he's swaying the watch to give him arms so he can secure the north 2) he's planning on assassinating jon snow to complete his campaign of exterminating the starks. for the second explanation we have to look no further than the red wedding, another major time tywin used "quills and ravens" to gain allies in the north who would win his battles for him, in the hopes of crushing ned stark's household. the first notion is a little subtler, because if theory #1 is correct it wouldnt be the only time in the series a lannister in kings landing schemed to assassinate jon snow

She let Lord Merryweather fill her cup once again. “Another problem has arisen on the Wall, however. The brothers of the Night’s Watch have taken leave of their wits and chosen Ned Stark’s bastard son to be their Lord Commander.” “Snow, the boy is called,” Pycelle said unhelpfully. “I glimpsed him once at Winterfell,” the queen said, “though the Starks did their best to hide him. He looks very like his father.” [...] “Snow shares Lord Eddard’s taste for treason too,” she said. “The father would have handed the realm to Stannis. The son has given him lands and castles.” [...] Qyburn leaned forward with a smile. “The Night’s Watch defends us all from snarks and grumkins. My lords, I say that we must help the brave black brothers.” Cersei gave him a sharp look. “What are you saying?” “This,” Qyburn said. “For years now, the Night’s Watch has begged for men. Lord Stannis has answered their plea. Can King Tommen do less? His Grace should send the Wall a hundred men. To take the black, ostensibly, but in truth . . .” “. . . to remove Jon Snow from the command,” Cersei finished, delighted. I knew I was right to want him on my council. “That is just what we shall do.” She laughed. If this bastard boy is truly his father’s son, he will not suspect a thing. Perhaps he will even thank me, before the blade slides between his ribs. “It will need to be done carefully, to be sure. Leave the rest to me, my lords.” This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration. “We have done good work today, my lords. I thank you. Is there aught else?” --Cersei, A Feast for Crows

cersei rightfully gets a bad rep in the fandom for making terrible decisions throughout feast, but people dont give her a lot of credit for being able to correctly pinpoint threats. the tyrells are a threat to lannister power bronn's loyalty to tyrion is a danger and jon's command of the nights watch is a thorn in her influence over the north. so in an attempt to lead like her father would, cersei plots to assassinate jon. maybe like cersei, tywin would have identified this threat too. only like his daughter, he would have been much subtler in his attempts to kill the lord commander, using key allies (like how he used the boltons and freys) as catspaws that receive most of the blame for the act itself.

this theory rly fits for me thematically because it parallels quite well with the Great Northern Conspiracy being cooked up by the stark loyalists down south, and because it interfaces nicely with the whole "nights watch takes no part" arc words jon struggles with throughout dance.

so in conclusion i think that janos' "powerful friends," although used to make a joke out of his character, also shows us that there were deeper things brewing beneath the surface of the nights watch

#noticed this parallel this morning and scrambled to write my thoughts down #this post is basically me thinking aloud if you cant tell #ive read some posts that talk about some of this stuff but not all of it together #i see a lot of love given to feastdance politics in the north and kl and meereen but not so much for the nights watch #asoiaf #jon snow #janos slynt #nights watch #my posts

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Chapter Thirteen: Kas the Betrayer

The Ascension of Kas: The Final Chapter

summary: It’s been eight months since Vecna had won, leaving the group in despair with the aftermath. But you seem to be having it the worst with the hauntings of your boyfriend keeping you awake at night. But are the visions of Eddie only a dream, or is Vecna slowly showing that he is once again ready to finish what he’d started? based off these fanmade trailers (x) & (x)

warnings: death, blood, violence, gore, murder + other Stranger Things related themes.

words: 3.0k+ // The Ascension of Kas Masterlist // stranger things masterlist

Eddie screamed out in pain as the vines wrapped tightly around his wrists pulled tighter and tighter. Vecna stood across the decrepit attic with a menacing look on his face. For a moment Eddie thought that it was done for, that Vecna had won over everything. That he wasn't going to be able to save from him.

Flashes of your time together moved through his mind. Visions of your laugh and smile. The moments you had together that made him feel like the luckiest man alive. To find someone that he loved dearly and loved him just as much. He never imagined that cliche would happen when you died, with your 'life flashing' before you. Especially since it didn't happen the first time he died.

The thought of you suffering was enough to fuel his body with a wave of vicious anger. Eddie felt his wings span wide behind him, cutting through the vines. He let out a vicious scream as he felt his wings rip through and cut through the vines. Vecna also cried out in pain, and since Eddie was part of the Hive Mind, he too felt the pain of his own escape.

Eddie fell to the floor beneath him with a large thud, a pain shooting up his knees and through his chest. Eddie panted heavily as he felt like his chest was tightening with every breath.

But as Edde looked across the attic and saw Vecna in nearly the same state as him, that anger came back.

His eyes moved to the right of him and saw the machete still lying across the worn floor. He moved quickly before soon another force sent him across the room again. Eddie felt his back crack and bend as he hit the wall and fell to the floor in a slump.

"Do not think you are able to defeat me, boy," Vecna spoke, his steps faltering as fatigue settled over him.

Eddie slowly moved from the ground and glared at him as Vecna moved closer to him. Eddie stretched his wings out and sent himself into Vecna. In his weakened state, he wasn't able to stop Eddie as his body collided with his. The two became entangled with one another as they tried to get the upper hand on the other.

"You will not win!" Eddie screamed as he pinned Vecna down by his shoulders, bringing his fist back and punching Vecna's face over and over.

Vecna's hand reached up and wrapped around her throat, tightening more and more with each second. Eddie pushed at Vecna's chest and fought against him. Eddie stared up into his eyes as his breath was slowly taken from him causing his chest to once again burn. His eyes frantically looked around the room and saw the glint of the knife again. His fingers itched out toward it before grasping around the handle.

Eddie didn't think twice as he rose the weapon up, moving in a wiping motion, cutting through Vecna's neck. Eddie felt the warm blood come down over his neck and face as Vecna's head dropped with a heavyweight.

Eddie gasped and rolled away as he was able to breathe with Vecn'as grip gone from around his throat.

Everything was silent and still for a moment as he lay there panting and gasping for breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, but it wasn't long, till he was thrown onto his back. A loud scream erupt from his chest as his entire body felt like it was on fire.

~.~

One moment you were within the grips of Vecn'as curse, and the next you were plummeting to the forest floor. Steve moved quickly to grab you the moment you started to descend from above them. Your mind wasn't able to immediately decipher what was going on, but the moment you felt someone touch you tried to scramble away. The scream that came from you was enough to strike all of them with a fear that sent shivers down their spine.

"It's us! It's us! You're safe!" Steve's voice yelled out as he pulled you tighter against your chest.

Your eyes snapped up to look at him and for a moment you were relaxed until tears began to stream down your face. Your body shook in Steve's arms as you sobbed. Robin felt tears well up in her eyes and moved to wrap her arms around you. You felt safe being in your best friend's arms, but the icy feeling of Vecna being within your mind was still there.

"We've got you, you're ok," Robin spoke, her voice cracking as she felt the burn of tears in her eyes.

Your sobs died down to whimpers as you gripped tightly to both Steve and Robin. Nancy and Jonathan stood not too far watching the heartbreaking scene in front of them.

"Does this mean he got him?" Nancy asked, looking around at everyone. "Vecna's gone?"

"I don't know," Jonathan sighed

Your head came from Steve's shoulder at the mention of your boyfriend's name. Your face flushed and your eyes red from crying as you looked up at Nancy and Jonathan.

"W-What do you m-me-mean?" You hiccuped

"Eddie went after Vecna the moment you went under Vecna's curse. You were right on the brink before...you came out of it." Steve explained, "Do you remember anything?"

You whimpered and shook your head, "Bits and pieces. H-He used Eddie...made me see him but...n-not how he is. I can't explain it."

Your body shuddered and you felt Robin reach up and rub along your back gently.

"Should we get out of here?" Jonathan asked, "Before anything else happens?"

"I'm not leaving Eddie,"

"We might not have a choice, Vecna let you go for some reason and we don't know why. He used Eddie to nearly kill you, he could do that again!"

"Nancy's right," Steve sighed, moving to help you stand from the forest ground.

It took a while for the group to notice the Upside Down slowly start to dissipate and fade around them. Not till the trees and woods around them began to crack and fall apart. You all jumped back, letting out screams of surprise, as the world around you fell apart.

"What the fuck!" Steve and Robin screamed at the same time.

You felt an arm around your waist and you were sent back a few feet before a tree fell in front of you and quickly turned to dust.

Then the world began to shake with a violent earthquake.

"We need to get out of here!" Jonathan screamed before moving to race out of the clearing. His hand reached down and grasped tightly to Nancy's as he started to run.

The fear that came over you was enough to push you forward, even with your body feeling weak and tired. Your hand reached out for Robins as you watched her stumble beside you, pieces of the Upside Down Hawkins started to break apart around you. But just as you broke through back into the Upside Down Downtown you froze for a second. Steve stumbled to a stop as he turned and looked at you.

"What are you doing? We gotta go!" He screamed

You felt a pull, something making you hesitate.

You knew what it was, Eddie.

This gives you deja vu from a few months ago, after having him die in your arms.

"I-I can't leave him..." You shook your head, "Not again, Steve."

Steve rushed forward to you, his hands coming down and grasping your shoulders tightly. "We have to go, Y/N. This place is falling apart....ok? This isn't like last time."

You started shaking your head as tears started to fall again, "S-Steve...n-no..."

"Yes, I will drag you out if I have to. You can hate me, but I am not leaving you here!" Steve yelled, shaking your shoulders slightly.

"Please," Your voice cracked before soon you were thrown over his shoulder.

You fought against his hold, screaming his name over and over again. That helplessness from before came back as you were pulled away from the Upside Down.

"Take her!" Steve screamed once they got to the gate, Jonathan reaching through and grabbing your wrist to pull you through.

"No! No! Stop!" You screamed when Jonathan's arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you away from the gate. "Eddie! Eddie!"

~.~

"Has anyone talked to her?" Robin asked as they all sat in the living room of Steve's home.

It had been a few days since the Upside Down was finally gone.

It was only seconds after Steve came through the gate that it closed up and faded away like it was never there. It amazed everyone to see all evidence of the Upside Down was gone from Hawkins completely. Vecna was gone, or at least that's what they could assume.

"No," a unison echoed from everyone in the room.

"I'm sure I'm the last person she wants to see," Steve spoke solemnly

"Steve, you did the right thing, honey," Joyce spoke with a sad smile.

"But she lost Eddie again, after just getting him back," Robin spoke sadly, her heart aching for her best friend.

No one knew what to say after that.

Blocks away you sat in the darkness of your bedroom feeling like your heart had been ripped away from your chest once again.

Your entire body was numb with a coldness you'd never felt before. Losing Eddie before was hard.

But this, this was torture.

Each breath felt like a thorn was pierced through your lung.

You were thankful that your parents were busy again with helping the town piece itself back together ever since the cracks that split the earth closed up. The disease known as the Upside Down was finally gone from Hawkins.

~.~

You slowly walked through your cold and dark home in search of something to eat. Your stomach was so deprived of food the last few nights and your stomach was painfully crying for food. You moved around your kitchen and tried to find something, anything, appetizing. But nothing looked good.

You pulled a glass from the cabinet at the back of the kitchen and turned on the water. You stood there as the water ran, waiting for it to become cold, as you looked out the window. A movement caught your eyes for a second but it was so fast that you weren't sure if you'd actually seen it. But then it happened again, closer this time.

The glass in your hand shattered to the floor as it slipped away from your hand. Your heart jumped into your throat as you stared at the figure in the backyard of your family home. Your heart was beating so hard that you could hear your blood rushing in your ears.

"...no, no, not again," You spoke as your eyes began to fill with tears.

Slowly Eddie moved from the forest line at the back of your yard.

A part of you wanted to race out to him.

Another wanted to run, thinking this was Vecna once again using your love against you. Torturing you one last time before he finally killed you.

You blinked once and he was gone. You searched through the windows and didn't see him at all.

A sound of a bang caused you to jump slightly and stumble back till you felt the wall at your back.

Then came the sound of footsteps, coming closer to the back part of the house where you stood. You felt your entire body shaking as you waited - your fear making it impossible for you to move.

You looked up toward the archway of the kitchen that went into the dining room and saw his tall figure standing there. His dark curls were frizzy and disheveled around his face with his tattered leather jacket on. Blood was all over his face, neck, and chest as he stood there.

"E-Eddie?" You whispered

He whimpered and pulled his brows together tightly before stumbling forward and falling to the ground. You screamed his name louder before rushing toward him. His skin was pale as you got a closer look at him, your hands caressing his face.

You seemed to be in shock as you looked down at him. But the one thing you realized as you held him in your arms ...was that his skin was warm.

~.~

Eddie groaned slightly as he slowly felt himself being pulled away from his unconsciousness. Before his eyes opened, slowly, everything started coming to him. The soft feel of sheets beneath his skin, the scent of a floral perfume mixed with laundry detergent, and the heavy warmth of a body beside him. Eddie slowly blinked his eyes open, it taking a few times for his eyes to focus before he realized where he was.

In your bedroom, with you sleeping beside him.

Eddie lay there for a moment staring at your sleeping, peaceful face as you slept beside him.

He was sure this was all a dream. He truly died and was in heaven.

Eddie couldn't stop himself from reaching over and gently caressed along your face feeling your smooth skin. You moaned softly in your sleep before you slowly roused out of your slumber. Your eyes open and immediately connect with his.

"If this is heaven, I'm a lucky son of a bitch," Eddie spoke, his voice gravely and deep from sleep.

You couldn't help but laugh lightly, moving closer to him and resting against his chest. "You're not dead, Munson."

Eddie's brows pulled together tightly, "W-What? This feels a lot like heaven,"

"Joyce checked over you, you're very much alive. We don't know how...but I'm not questioning it." You pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, over a scar from the demobat attacks.

"What?" Eddie questioned again.

You pulled back and moved to stare down at him, brushing back his curls to get a better look at his face. "Do you remember anything? From the past week or so?"

Eddie laid there for a moment and really tried to pull his thoughts together. It came to him in bits and pieces. He remembers Vecna and being in the attic of the Creel house. He remembers fighting against him and killing him. But after that, nothing else came to mind.

You lay there and listened as Eddie spoke, his voice calm and even, "...and I-I don't know...nothing else is coming to me."

"You don't remember collapsing in my dining room and giving me a heart attack?"

Eddie's dark brows pulled together in confusion, "I-I did that?"

You nodded your head, "I thought I was seeing a ghost...another illusion from Vecna again."

"Oh, baby," Eddie cooed before reaching up and caressing your face gently. "I-I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, I promise."

You nodded your head before grabbing his wrist and turning your head to kiss his palm.

"We were all wondering how you were alive after the Upside Down closed up. But now we know Vecna is indeed dead, which is good." You spoke softly.

"After killing him I never felt a pain like that before....but being connected to him and the rest of that place...guess the curse was reversed."

"I don't care how you got out of there, I'm just happy to have you again." You spoke with tears watering your eyes again.

"Don't cry, sweetheart, please..." Eddie spoke and pulled you back down into him, tears filling his eyes as well.

The two of you lay there together in silence as you rested against his chest. Your hands moved against his body as if you were trying to convince yourself that he was truly heree. Scared that any second he was going to be ripped away from you again.

"So everyone knows I'm back?"

"I kinda freaked and called them all when you showed up at my house. I have a feeling Robin and Steve are asleep on the couch downstairs still. You'd been asleep a few days...some of them had to get back to life."

"Gonna be weird walking around this town again after everyone thought I was dead."

"O-Or we could just leave...like we planned after graduating." You muttered softly.

Eddie's hand moved along your back before turning his head down to look at you, "Really? Yo-You wanna do that?"

"I finally have you back, I don't care what we do, as long as I've got you, baby." You spoke sincerely, "I mean...we're gonna have to try and explain this to Wayne."

Eddie laughed for a moment, "That man is going to have a heart attack."

~.~

Slowly the pieces started to come back to Eddie as time passed by.

Coming out of the Upside Down from another gate at the opposite side of town. His vampiric powers did not fade finally till a day later.

"I remember hiding out in the old trailer," Eddie explained one night when the memory came back to him. "The pain was unbelievable, but it was like my body was still able to pull me out before I finally just...passed out."

Everyone listened as Eddie told the tale as they sat at Steve's house and shared a large pizza. That's where Eddie was hiding out after he'd woken up. You didn't feel like explaining to your parents exactly how Eddie was alive, at least not yet. Jim was still working on a way to cover that up now that he was back as Chief.

"We really doing this?" Eddie asked, a moving van packed up with all of your belongings and the small amount you had of his. "We're moving to New York?"

You smiled and slowly walked to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. "We're doing this, you're not getting cold feet are you?"

"Hell no," Eddie's arm came around your waist, pressing your body tightly against his chest. "Just making sure you're not getting cold feet. It's a big move."

"I'm ready for it," You pressed up on your toes and kissed his cheek "Come on, lover boy, time to hit the road!"

Eddie laughed lightly and watched you skip over to the passenger side of the moving van, a large smile bright across your face. Eddie felt a warmth spread across his chest as he stared at you - knowing you both were about to start your new life together. Hawkins, Vecna, and everything left behind the both of you. It wasn't going to be easy, but the two of you were ready to fight for this.

The End

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Hiya!! The name is 🇵🇱 Anon!! Its nice to meet ya!!

I have a little request for you!! I thought of this one, and i thought why not send it to someone so here i am!! but feel free to delete this anytime if its to intense but anyways…!

Could i request Eddie Munson or Gareth with a Famous! S/O? (Maybe… something like Elvis Presley Famous? Where girls are all over them, and etc, its from that movie, it was really good so i would suggest watching it so it makes sense and etc)

Thats it!! I can send more later on lol, but thats it!! Thank you :D

Im sorry it took me so long to get to this request, but i'm finally back in a writing mood!! Also i did not watch the elvis movie

Fame has its price

Gareth Emerson x Famous!S/O

Mostly fluff, but at the end kinda angsty? I might try and write something similar later but with Gareth as the famous one and it leans more heavily towards angst.

Warnings- cursing more towards the end, also at the end the reader gets "hugged" by an adult fan without consent- very brief though im pretty sure

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Your laugh.

God it got him every time.

"Good night New York City!" You were announcing to your crowd of adoring fans, smiling through your sentence.

As long as Gareth could remember, music had brought you two together.

First time you met?

Kindergarten battle of the bands. Both of your practically clawed each others eyes out trying to get to the kiddie drum set. Who would've guessed that would lead to a 10+ year long friendship? Well, technically 12, but it's not like anyone was counting. Especially Gareth.

In middle school everyone in the crowd watched in awe as you sang your heart out during the school's talent show, obviously winning first place.

And there were times when Eddie even begged you to sing for Corroded Coffin, just one song. And of course when he couldn't convince you all Gareth had to do was ask once.

You would do anything for him.

Including convincing your agent to let Corroded Coffin open all your shows for your most recent tour across America.

Gareth's eyes darted back up to you on stage, looking around for the sign it was clear to make your way off while people tried to claw their way onto it. You were still smiling and waiving, but Gareth could see the tenseness in your smile.

But that was something to worry about another day.

Right now most of security was busy pushing teenagers and even some adults back from the stage. You tried your best to not visibly back away, but it was still necessary if you didnt want to be clawed at and pulled off the stage by strangers. Fame had its price, and a heavy one at that.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Look Eddie, as much as I would love cheap, greasy gas station quality pizza at the moment, I really don't feel like being torn apart limb by limb for even daring to appear in public." You sighed, after Eddie had spent the last 15 minutes trying to convince you to go out with him and the band.

"Don't make me do it Y/N," Eddie warned, glaring at you.

"Oh you wouldn't dare." You glared back.

"Emersonnnnn, theres something I wanna ask youuuuuu!" Eddie shouted, before glancing at you and smirking.

"Don't believe a single word out of Eddie's mouth Gare! Its full of lies!" You shouted back.

Before you knew it Eddie was running out of the room you were staying in and practically slammed Gareth to the floor trying to get a hold of him.

"Ow! The fuck was that for?"

"You agree Y/N over here should treat themself to a little slice of commoners pizza before we have to get back on the road right? C'mon man all I need is for you to ask them once, hell not even ask ask, just allude to it and- "

Just then you ran into the room, out of breath.

"How the hell are you so much faster than me Munson?" You wheezed, hands on your knees.

"Too late Y/L/N! I've already asked my good pal over here too-"

"How about we have something delivered here and have a movie night?" Gareth cut Eddie off with a sigh.

"Hmph. Guess thats a good compromise." Eddie muttered, but still crossed his arms.

"See Munson? My amazing boyfriend can't be tricked by your lies and deception. And he's always looking out for everyone involved." You smiled, before hugging Gareth from behind.

"Anything for my lovely partner. It would be really inconvenient to have to stitch all your body parts back together after you get torn to shreds by an adoring mob." Gareth smiled, turning his head to look you in the eye.

"No one else I would rather have sew my body back together."

"And no mob could ever adore you more than I do." Gareth said, before leaning in to kiss you.

"Ew! Get a room you two, before I call the paparazzi." Jeff groaned, having walked into the room at a considerably awkward moment.

You rolled your eyes before turning to Eddie.

"So, what place are you gonna order pizza from?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Wake up sleepy head." Gareth said, before nudging you a bit.

"I'm already awake." You muttered, but still didnt move from your position under the bed sheets.

"As much as I would hate to do this lovebug, if you dont move soon i'm gonna have to pull the covers out from over you, leaving you exposed to the harsh element known as the ceiling fan-"

You dramatically gasped. "I thought you loved me?"

"More than anything, but that does mean I have to do what is best for you sugar."

You groaned, but sat up.

"Is this good enough?"

"For now, but you know you'll have to get dressed soon enough. You sure you want to walk today and not just get a cab or something?"

"Yes Gare Bear I'm sure. It's not that long a walk anyway."

"Still don't get why the bus can't just pick us up here." He muttered.

"They say it would draw too much attention to the hotel."

"Yeah because us having to walk there wouldn't."

Gareth gave you one last hug before leaving the room.

~~~~~~~~~

"The great outdoors don't seem so great anymore." Eddie muttered.

You all were stopped on a sidewalk, on account of you practically being swarmed by fans to sign autographs and take pictures. Some people were even trying to seemingly jump on you, and others were clawing on your clothes just so you would turn their way.

Some people were talking to the Corroded Coffin boys, much to Eddie's delight and Gareth's annoyance, but you were definitely the star of the show.

You turned and gave Gareth an apologetic look that said 'I really did just want to take a walk' and he shook his head knowingly.

"Okay, I'm gonna have to wrap this up soon. Sorry guys but-"

Just then someone pulled you by the shoulder and by impulse you turned around, only to crash into what you realized was a man who was much bigger than you's torso.

"Um, excuse me sir- I-I don't know what you're trying to do here but-" You stuttered as you tried to wiggle free, not even being able to look around.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. That was the main thought going through your head right now.

"Hey, you're a real pretty thing huh?" The man started, cutting you off.

"How about y-" Before the man could even finish his sentence you found yourself being pulled free and arms wrapping around you tightly, but this time you welcomed the embrace.

"Listen here you sick little fuck. Does this get you off? Trying to kidnap underage musical sensations in broad daylight in front of witnesses and bystanders?" Gareth started, and you realized the rest of the band members were standing around you. You also realized most of the people that were there before for autographs and whatnot, had left.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll fuck off and never speak of this again. Or hell, even pay to get a ticket for one of their shows. Got it?"

"Yeah creep. 4 against one." Eddie chimed in.

You noticed the man say something under his breath, before quickly looking around and leaving.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"A-are you okay Y/N? I swear to fucking god if anything bad happened to you on my watch I-I- I don't know what I'd do." Gareth let go of you and walked in front of you so you could look him in the eyes. You noticed he was on the verge of tears.

"I don't know Gare." You sighed.

"Do you wanna keep walking? Or just get a ride?" Jeff asked, concern in his voice.

Everyone was looking at you with worried eyes, but it didn't bother you as much as you would've thought it would.

Fame has its price sure, but you have people watching out for you.

Not just hired security guards, or brands who just want to make money off of you talent.

No, real people who know the real you, and really care.

Especially Gareth.

And you were okay with that.

"I think we can keep walking."

With Gareth's arm around your shoulder and Eddie leading the way, you all walked to the tour bus, prepared for your next destination.

And you had a sense everything was gonna be alright.

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Time passed and soon they were eating, with the littes eating at the coffee table using pillows as chairs watching kid's shows (little Matt put on) as the originals sat around the kitchen, telling stories.

It was a while since they had that time (didn't help Tord had the dumb mission).

Oh, right. Tord! TJ running up holding a notebook.

What's that? Tord said... before looking to where TJ was then we're he was peeking from around the the corner.

What did you...

DO NOT TOUCH! Was written on the front.

TJ. Tord sighed.

He saw Red leader in it as he flipped threw it... he was holding Red leader's plan book.

TJ was right to be mad at the guy.

He's whole plan was there (written in Norwegian) ... Tord froze at the hand drawn picture of Tom's monster form before... him with TJ crying in his arms... then a gruesome end detailed death scene under it.

TJ gave a whimper hiding more making Tord look up.

This won't happen, TJ. Tord said softly on Norwegian.

I... I know. But it could have. TJ said softly as TJ's voice said softly "it could be a trap."

It was... that's why that ass was wanting Tord and TJ found but they were unsmarted.

TJ, your going to get us kill for taking this. Tord said.

I... I know. He said softly

Besides he's here. We're fine. Making it obvious who he was talking about. Tom's eyes flickered purple at Tord before smacking Tord.

Ow, I deserve that. Tord said as TJ revealed more written pages... a plan B if plan A didn't work (which it didn't obviously). The end goal was to get rid of Tord so "red leader" could take his place.

How gullible does he think my friends are? Tord snickered... TJ revealed the answer.

Oh the next page.

Oh. Tord said softly

We know now right. Tord said Edd slipped it away and flipped threw it.

Why does it have to be in Norwegian... at least there's pictures. Edd said.

Your reading... looking at a madman's world domination plans. Tord said taking the book back but Edd pulled it back seeing the pattern. Not only were the zombies made to make the "red army" (of course it's called that) look like heroes... being in the Army Tord would of course come back one way or another to aid them... what wasn't part of the plan was TJ. TJ knowing things, recognizing the Red leader and knowing he's up to something. TJ guiding him to the plane. Hence the plan changed, you can tell by the change in ink, frantic writing ... it was no longer nice and organized... which was bad for TJ because Red leader wanted him dead or on his side, brain washed and longer TJ. Tord is never leaving him alone again. Maybe TJ sensed he was safer with Tord hence why TJ fallowed him after he was told to stay in the vehicle... TJ also helped Tord in a way.

Looking at TJ with the Littles peeking around him Tord was looking at into the past. TJ was is him when he first met Edd... maybe more reserved but that was true now, why TJ fought against Tord all these years about being reunited with his friends. Now he sees why he fits so well with them... well, little Tom might say otherwise but he needed TJ to bunt heads with hence why he wants to fight with him or mess with TJ.

Oof! Little Tom hitting the floor after looking down from on top of the kitchen entrance.

What are you... how did you get up? TJ said as Little Tom picked himself up.

Tom's pain is the best. Little Matt whisper to little Matt. Little Tom said looking if he hurt himself. TJ held out his hand.

What do you want, Commie? Little Tom said standing himself up getting his Tommie Bear.

It's called being nice, trash goblin. TJ said.

I'm not a trash goblin. Little Tom said 4pinning

Your right, vaskebjørn. TJ said.

Why is he a raccoon and trash goblin? Tord said in Norwegian.

He was found in a dumpster. TJ said.

I'm going to kill you. Little Tom hissed.

Likewise. You bullied them because I wasn't around. TJ snapped giving a growl (sounding like a purse dog) the two got in the others face

Should we step in? Little Matt wispered to Little Edd

I think we just need to let them fight it out like that one time when Tom first got really drunk. Little Edd said.

That was fun and I hated it! (Pretty sure those mean the same thing) TJ said before getting punched.

Ok, That's it! You want to fight fine go ahead ... in the back yard because Edd doesn't like fighting in the house.Tord and Tom! TJ said dragging little Tom outside.

Be careful out there, it's night time! Little Edd called.

We should probably go supervise. This is annoying. Little Matt said.

Your so annoying! Little Edd said paddling To the sliding door.

Hey, that's rude! Little Matt said following him into the night. Little Edd coming back for a torch showing before going back out.

Sad that TJ remembered my rule about fighting... after they faught in the house but. Edd said.

I think I just zoned outs going on! Matt said

TJ and Little Tom are fighting outside... wait, isn't that a bad thing according to this? Edd said.

SHIT! Tord said running out and bringing them inside (they were yelling at the other). With little Edd and Matt fallowing behind like ducklings.

Pausing and setting little Tom in his chair confusing him.

Why am I here? He said.

It shut you up! TJ called over Tord's shoulder!

Cut it out. Tord said.

He started it! TJ said before getting set on the couch.

Poke. little Matt say as he poked TJ's check.

Watch the telly, Matt. TJ said.

Ok. Little Matt said as Tord appeared.

Go play. Tord said.

No! Little Tom said folding his arms.

What is your problem? Little Matt sighed coming and gabbing little Tom and dragged him off and into the living room.

Wait, Tommie bear! Little Tom said.

Yeah, yeah. I got him. TJ said grabbing the bear.

Your such a baby. TJ said disappearing into the living room before sitting on Tord's lap.

Why did you stop us? TJ said.

You gave the reason, theirs a crazy clone of me who wants us dead! Tord said.

I've been telling you that but you didn't believe me! He nearly got Edd killed... I mean you were the cause of it. I told you he's evil! TJ said folding his arms.

TJ. Edd said as Tord looked at the book.

I think him become Tord is set in stone. Tord said.

Edd looked at the living room then Tord.

It's ok if you leave. He said with a saddened smile.

But... my friends! You said you would help to turn us back! I want to be normal again! TJ said (Norwegian) waving his arms, Tord stroked TJ's hair

Stop speaking Norwegian, commie! Little Tom said looking over the couch at them getting raspberries blown at him before going to the room to pount.

But what about you? Tord said.

We got can take care of ourselves. We got Tom. Edd said.

Gee, thanks. Tom said as he stretched before standing, he had a couple beers while gaming and another at supper... scratch that he got another. Oh, Tom.

I'm more concerned about them if anything because unlike you we don't have space and rent is pretty high to pay as it is. Yes, they're us but we do want to help. Edd said

TJ was right about them being only three. It's not like they can just crash here then be on they're way. Matt said.

Uck, what a mess. Tord said holding his head.

Hours later, Tord and TJ were driving home. Both quiet. Tord felt like a coward as he drove out of London.

His wife watched him pull up hugging TJ and him.

I'm relieved you ok. She said, leading them inside. They went to bed soon after.

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