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stevebabey · 7 months

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this is pure stupid hell crack that took more time than it should’ve to finish BUT i’m ready 2 release it from my drafts <3 this is actually technically written partially w @corrodedcoughin in mind bcos i think u will mighty enjoy it! for cockney eddie!

It comes with the territory, the accents.

Drama kid or dungeon-master, either one could be credited with contributing heavily to his affinity for all of Eddie’s little voices.

There was the deep, low raspy one reserved for trolls in campaigns — and a nasally high one he used for goblins to pair. Wise wizards giving out crucial advice sometimes had a strong Scottish drawl to their words. And Dwarfs? Always English.

So, yeah, Eddie has a couple different accents in his different repertoire. Pulls them out as he needs — a regal tone when referring to Hawkin’s very own royalty or a buried Southern twang used when he’s in trouble with Wayne. The most common is a shoddy Cockney accent for when any conversation dips too far towards awkward or boring.

It's why it's not so surprising anymore when they just... slip out sometimes.

He's learned more now, when specifically not to do it (Mrs. Donnell had not found his plea for a re-sit, in a heavy Irish accent, endearing in the slightest). But with friends who know Eddie, they know the accents come along too.

Steve fucking loves them.

The first time one had taken over his voice, some New Yorker twang to carry a joke, Steve had laughed so hard he’d snorted. And god, had Eddie lit up at the noise— loved knowing that, deep down Steve Harrington had a delicious wonderful ugly laugh that he only showed to people he trusted.

Basically, it’s hardly news to Steve then, all of Eddie’s little voices.

But well, even Eddie didn’t expect… okay, the truth is he never expected to be in this situation at all.

It’s a Wednesday evening when it happens. Steve is over round the trailer like he is every Wednesday, keeping Eddie company while Wayne is out on the double night shift.

It originally had started out as ensuring wounds were checked and dressed properly — considering half of them had scaled up his back, where Eddie couldn’t reach — for the both of them. Then, when technically Eddie could manage the worst of his words, Steve was still coming around. Dustin’s insistence, he’d said.

Then it was… because Eddie asked Steve to come around, to stay a little longer.

So, Steve Harrington is in his kitchen and it’s a Wednesday ritual that they have together and that’s not even the weird part of the evening.

(And somehow, neither is the fact that Steve is, as of a few months ago, his boyfriend.)

Steve’s cooking. Something simmers low on the scarlet glowing hob, bubbling quietly and releasing aromas of spices that percolate into the Autumn evening air.

Eddie feels his stomach growl in its own twist of hunger as he follows his nose. With one hand still scrubbing a towel against his wet hair, he ambles down the hall, fresh out the shower, ready for love — be it the form of food or, he thinks giddily, kisses.

Steve’s not watching the food as Eddie enters, his eyes fixed somewhere across the room. There’s a crease between his eyebrows, an indication of his deep thought.

Eddie grins, approaching without any attempt of being sneaky, (Steve’s as good as comatose when he’s distracted as he’d found) and jabs his boyfriend’s calf with his toe.

“Thinking mighty hard there, Stevie. That’s dangerous.”

Steve jolts, snapping out of his thoughts. He straightens up automatically, then seems to recall the company he’s keeping, and relaxes back down.

He scowls affectionately at Eddie’s barefoot, still jabbing into his leg, and reaches out to flick it with his finger.

“Dickhead.”

Eddie’s faster. He dances away and laughs at the instinctual pout that forms on Steve’s lips.

“What ponders thy mind, hm?” Eddie drawls, a lilt of a Regency style accent in his voice. He sinks into one of the kitchen chairs and drops his task. The towel hangs over his neck, his damp curls resting against it.

Steve seems to jolt again at that, his shoulders rising for a moment. He spins, picking up the wooden spoon beside the stove to swirl the contents of their dinner around. Eddie admires him, broad shoulders and long back, ripe for his taking. Silently, he sighs dreamily on the inside.

“Just… what movie we’re gonna watch tonight.” Steve says unconvincingly. “I’m not doing another re-watch of the Fly.” He adds lamely, an attempt at his usual bitch.

Eddie lets him have it. With one final squeeze of the towel, trying to wring out all the droplets in his hair, Eddie abandons it on the chair as he stands. He waltzes forward, into Steve’s space, and hooks his chin over the other's shoulder.

“You know, that’s what you said last time.”

Steve side-eyes him, his eyes narrowing into a minuscule glare; bitch personified. Eddie grins. Then bats his eyelashes.

It makes Steve laugh, shrugging Eddie’s weight off politely as he gives their dinner another stir. There’s still this tenseness to his frame. Though, maybe it's one Eddie can only notice because he’s paying such close attention.

“Alrightttttt,” He pretends to relent dramatically, his hands coming up to give Steve’s shoulders a quick squeeze. “I’ll let you pick the movie tonight.”

He drops his hands back to his sides, smarmy grin already plastered on as Steve turns to face him, the wooden spoon placed down on the bench.

“Oh, you’ll let me, will you?” He gives this incredulous look, even if there is this playfulness toying at the corners at his lips.

“Uh huh,” Eddie affirms with a severe nod, then begins counting on his fingers as he lists off. “No badgering, wailing, complaining, of any sorts I—“

Suddenly, Steve’s reaching out, his deft hands reaching out to snag the waistband of Eddie’s pyjama pants. It supposed to be a smooth move he’s used countless times before; fingers looped through belt loops to pull a girl in for a kiss. It usually works like a charm.

Except, there’s no belt loops— and when Steve tucks his fingers beneath the waistband and tugs him forward, Eddie shrieks.

“Fucking christ, Steve!” He bats Steve’s hands back without thinking. Steve holds them up defensively.

“Sorry! I was just—”

“What are you doing sticking your hands in my pants?!”

“It was a move!” Steve insists, voice a little whiney. “God, you’re dramatic- I was trying to pull you closer, numb-nuts.”

“Oooh,” Eddie switches up in an instant, hands shooting out to grab Steve’s own. He pulls them forward and settles them on his own waist, shuffling in closer like he hadn’t just shrieked a minute earlier. “Continue.”

Steve chuckles, delight peeking through on his face. His hands, large and slender, curl around the skin of Eddie’s waist and Christ, he’s still not used to that. Eddie’s too focused on repressing his shiver to see the shadow of nervousness cross Steve’s face.

“I was actually thinkin’ about,” Steve starts lowly, eyes skirting off Eddie’s face, over his shoulder. His fingers tighten their grip. “How—”

He sucks in a breath, like drawing in courage, and meets Eddie’s gaze. “About how much I love you.”

There’s the smallest tremble to his voice, giving away the immense emotion behind the words.

And here’s the situation that Eddie never expected to be in, ever. His breath catches, his eyes widen — his heartstrings tangle and knot themselves as he soaks in Steve’s admittance. Love, love, love — he loves me.

His lips part, a raspy noise escaping as he tries to compute, tries to think of anything to say because the longer he stays silent, the more crushed Steve’s expression becomes. And then—

“Well, I luv ya too.”

The words fall out, thick in that godawful Cockney accent.

Steve's face doesn't change but Eddie's does, contorting in an amalgamation of pure cringe and panic as embarrassment crawls beneath his skin. He slaps his hand over his own mouth as if it can take back his awful reply to being told he's loved by Steve.

"I—" He starts, speaking through his fingers, except it still comes out in a funny accent. Eddie squeaks, his grip over his mouth tightening, brown eyes wide in his panic. Oh God, never in stupid silly life has his accents come back to bite him in the ass so magnificently.

"I'm so sorry," Eddie whispers-yells in his regular voice, finally dragging his hands off his face sluggishly. "Jesus H Christ, I didn't— that wasn't making fun of you, I— oh god, you know that happens when I'm nervous sometimes. Shit. Shit, I'm so sorry, Steve."

Steve hasn't moved, his hands still resting on the small of Eddie's waist. His expression is guarded, nothing betrayed. His dark eyes scan across Eddie's face and just before he speaks, the smallest glimmer of amusement glitters across his face.

"Well," Steve begins, heaving a faux large sigh. His hands squeeze comfortingly at Eddie's waist again. Eddie who is still frozen, still cursing himself internally, still echoing around the apparently true fact that Steve loves him— well, maybe not anymore with how awfully Eddie responded.

And then Steve opens his mouth and the most appalling attempt at some accent comes out. It makes his words all garbled and Steve's pink in the face, obviously embarrassed but trying to commit to some shoddy Scottish when he says, "Aye, that's al'right."

Eddie stares at him. Steve stares back.

The moment of silence is broken as laughter seizes him, a guffaw bursting from his lips and holy fuck, Eddie loves him so much. Steve laughs too, the two of them relaxing and sinking into one another. Eddie's hands, previously fluttering and unsure, find their natural place curled in underneath Steve's jaw and when he leans in, he's fighting off his laughter. His grin is unbearably wide, cheeks aching.

Steve's got this shine in his eye, his hands sliding further around to pull Eddie in closer, his pink lips quirked in delight. Eddie practically purrs, so close to kissing him but not quite closing the gap.

"Yep," He says, eyes bright as they bounce over Steve's face to drink in his boyfriend's love-soaked expression. He loves him. Steve loves him. Eddie sounds as lovesick as he feels when he whispers, "It's decided. I think you're it for me, Stevie-baby."

He presses forward, lets his mouth find their home in the curve of Steve's lips. It's warm like nothing he's ever felt before, softened by their gooey-grins of love. It's an in love kiss.

"Even if you're terrible at accents." He murmurs against Steve's mouth.

"Shut up."

Steve hisses, but he’s still grinning. The dinner bubbles behind them, still cooking away behind them. "Like I'm ever going to let you live that down."

Eddie finds he doesn't really mind all that much — God forbid his boyfriend ever remind him they're in love.

"Shut up," He still says, then sticks out his tongue, like he's ten years old. "You love me."

"I do." Steve admits easily, his fingertips dancing along the small of Eddie's back. Eddie has to tuck his bottom lip behind his teeth to restrain his wild grin.

"And I love you." He says, properly this time, jabbing his finger into Steve's chest — so there's no absolutely mistaking it.

#watch me edit this over the next couple of days…..#cos it’s like a first draft #😚✌️#it’s ok i just wanna post something before i go back offline for a bit while i do finals + get a JOB #ruby writes steddie #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie crack fic #it honestly it but also isn’t lol #steddie fluff #[shrugs] enjoy i guess

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 months

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one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr;8 mile

word count: 3481

request?: no

description: she’s always been viewed as just “one of the guys” despite having feelings for one of her friends, and now it’s looking likely that she’s going to lose him to the wannabe model

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing, pining

masterlist (one, two, three)

I had known Jimmy and Future since we were a bunch of snot nosed kids causing trouble on the playground in elementary school. Cheddar Bob was next, having followed us around like a lost puppy until we finally adopted him. Iz and Sol joined our little group in high school, and then we were complete.

For as long as I had known the guys, they considered me to be...well, one of the guys. Even after I went through puberty and actually started looking like a girl, I was still just one of the guys. It didn’t bother me for the most part. When you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter if you’re a boy or a girl. We all played the same, caused trouble the same. But when we hit puberty, I found myself not liking being considered “one of the guys” anymore.

Especially when I realized I had feelings for Jimmy.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a part of the friend group and I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends. What I definitely could ask for, though, was for those friends to recognize I was a woman and treat me as such. Namely, I wished Jimmy would realize that.

One Friday evening, just like every Friday evening, I had just pulled into my driveway and was walking up to my front door when I heard another car pulling up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Future.

“Get your ass changed, we’re going out!” he called.

“Future, I just got home,” I said.

“So?”

“So maybe I don’t want to go out with you chuckle fucks after I just worked an eight hour shift.”

“We both know that’s not the truth.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was right, I did want to go out. We went out every Friday night. It was a group tradition at this point. If I was seriously turning it down, there’d have to be something wrong with me.

“Give me 10 minutes,” I told Future before slipping into my house to change.

I was in and out in less time than I told him. I just changed out of my work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt, and was ready to go again. I got into the passenger seat of Future’s car and he didn’t even wait for me to buckle myself in before he was backing out of my driveway and driving off to get the others.

“I fear for my life every time I get in the car with you,” I joked as I managed to buckle my seatbelt.

“Well, lucky for you, Jimmy agreed to drive tonight. His car can hold more people anyways.”

“Who else is going with us?”

“Just the usual.”

I looked over at Future in confusion. His tone definitely made me think there was someone else coming along for the night, but it seemed he wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t figure out who could possibly be joining us that Future wouldn’t want to tell me about beforehand.

We pulled into the trailer park and parked next to Jimmy’s car. Jimmy was exiting his trailer before we were even out of the car, as usual. Jimmy was usually waiting for us to show up and would be itching to leave his mom’s place as soon as he could. Jimmy gave Future one of their high five hugs, and patted me on the shoulder. It was just a step up from me also getting a high five hug, but not by much.

We got into Jimmy’s car, all three of us in the front. We started for Iz and Sol first, then Cheddar Bob. Once the car was full it was nothing but noise as each of the guys was talking over one another with Jimmy’s radio blaring as extra noise.

“How was work, by the way?” Jimmy asked me over the current argument between Future and Sol.

“Same bullshit as always,” I responded.

“I guess we should be lucky you even agreed to come out with us after working all day, meanwhile all we do is sit on our asses like a bunch of bums.”

I playfully nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you work, too.”

“I wouldn’t consider the Stamping work.”

I chuckled. I noticed then that we weren’t headed for the club. “Where are we going?”

“To pick up Alex.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I looked over at Future. I couldn’t tell if he was actually deep in conversation with Iz or if he was just ignoring me. So this was who was joining us that he didn’t want to tell me about.

Alex.

She was a girl Jimmy had met at his work. She was a model apparently, or was trying to be one. Jimmy didn’t talk about her much, but the other guys didn’t waste a single moment in teasing him about her. It didn’t take a genius to realize he liked her.

Alex was waiting as Jimmy pulled up. She was wearing her usual mini skirt so short that you could basically see everything whenever she moved. It made me feel very self conscious about my choice in jeans.

Future opened the door and got out.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. I already knew the answer and hoped he’d see the look of begging on my face.

“I’ll get in the back with the idiots,” he said. “I’d assume Alex will be more comfortable pressed up against you instead of Sol.”

“Yo, fuck you!” Sol snapped.

I hoped my clenched jaw would go unnoticed as Alex slid into the seat next to me. Her eyes immediately went to Jimmy and they shared a smile that made me wish I could throw myself from the moving car.

We got to the club and piled into our usual table while Future got the first round of shots. Cheddar Bob and Iz were sat on one end, I was in the middle, Jimmy and Alex were sat next to me, and Sol had pulled up a chair. When Future returned, he slid in next to Cheddar Bob. The table chorused with cheers as we held up our shots then shot them back.

I tried to play it cool, but having to sit next to Alex and Jimmy while they were flirting up a storm was making me more tense by the minute. When Sol offered to get the next round of drinks, I jumped to give him the money to buy me two of the strongest drinks he could for me. I downed the first one quickly, but took my time with the second. It didn’t take long for the shot and the first drink to kick in. My head was spinning and I felt care free and light as air.

At some point, when the drinks had hit me hard enough, I shoved against Iz’s shoulder and said (or rather slurred), “Hey, can you guys move? I gotta pee.”

“Yo, go the other way,” Future said. “There’s three of us here and only two on your other side.”

“You’re gonna break the dam this early in the night?” Sol asked. “You may as well sit on the end when you come out. You’ll be back and forth for the next few hours.”

“Look, I don’t care who moves and I don’t care where I sit when I come back, I just have to pee now.”

“Here, we’ll move,” Jimmy said.

He and Alex moved out of the booth and allowed me to get out. When I stood, I realized just how drunk I already was as I almost immediately lost my balance. I felt someone grab hold of me as the rest of the table chorused in laughter at my drunkenness. When I looked up, it was Jimmy that had taken hold of me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m getting you water when you come back,” he said. “And you gotta pace yourself.”

“You’re always looking out for me,” I said. “You’re such a good friend.”

I put emphasis on the friend for my own benefit, but there was also some level of petty in the word. A reminder for both of us that that was the only way he saw me: as a friend. One of the guys that he went out drinking with every weekend, that he smoked with in the basement of someone’s house, that he ran around Detroit with causing mayhem since we were tykes.

I saw a look flash across his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I assumed I was just seeing things in my drunken haze.

I managed to make it to the bathroom on my own without incident. Once I was safely inside of a stall, I was able to sit down again. I almost didn’t want to get up and go back out to the table. Sitting was safe. The world didn’t spin when I was sat down. But I also couldn’t be sat on the toilet in a club bathroom all night either. I knew Sol was right about me going back and forth to the bathroom now that I had broken the dam, but if I put enough time between this bathroom visit and the next, maybe the spinning wouldn’t be as bad by then.

When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands, I jumped to see that someone was waiting there.

Alex.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.

I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear anyone else come in.”

I stepped around her to wash my hands. She turned to face me as I did. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Is there anything going on between you and Jimmy?”

The question took me by surprise. Why would she think there was anything between us? In all the time that Jimmy had known Alex, I had only met her once before after the lot of us had run into her at a house party. I remembered Jimmy only having eyes for her that night, too. There was no reason I could even fathom that she would believe Jimmy and I had a thing going on when he was so clearly into her.

“No,” I said. “He’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”

“And that’s it? Just friendship?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

She sighed. “I really like Jimmy, and I thought he liked me, too. But he’s never really asked me out or anything yet. I didn’t know if maybe you two had a thing going on and I read the whole situation wrong. I’ve known far too many guys who claim to be just friends with a girl and turns out they’re actually fucking around.”

Trust me, I wish that’s what was going on here.

Against my better judgement, I put my hands on Alex’s shoulders and said, “If you really like Jimmy and you want things to be more serious, maybe you should make the first move.”

She looked as though she had never even considered that option. “You think so? That won’t seem too...direct?”

“Who gives a shit? Why do men always have to be the ones to make the first move? Most of them are fucking idiots anyways and wouldn’t know if a girl liked them even if she was telling him to his face.” Alex chuckled. “If you want him, go get him.”

She nodded. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly patted her on the back and tried to put the best smile I could muster on my face.

“You’re the best,” she said. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”

I bit my tongue as she hurried out the bathroom door.

That interaction was enough to sober me up more than I wanted. I could feel myself tearing up, but tried to fight it back. I turned to lean against the sink and looked up at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice everything that Alex had that I didn’t: gorgeous face, sexy voice, body of a model. I couldn’t even dream of leaving the house in a skirt as short as hers without feeling completely embarrassed and exposed. Of course Jimmy would like her, and of course he was going to say yes when she asked him to go out with her.

I hung my head as the tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face into the sink. I prayed no one would come into the bathroom and find me here crying, and luckily someone was looking out for me because no one did. Once I felt like I had cried myself dry, I quickly splashed my face with cold water and tried to pretend everything was alright. I figured everyone was going to question where I had been for so long, but I didn’t feel like coming up with a fake answer to tell them. If I told them to fuck off, they wouldn’t pry.

My steps faltered a little when I exited the bathroom and saw that Alex and Jimmy were missing from the table. I was tempted to go right to the bar and get another drink, but I pushed through and went back to my group of friends.

“Hey, you good?” Future asked as I sat down in the booth.

“Yeah, just sobered up a little,” I responded. “Where did Jimmy and Alex go?”

“Alex asked to talk to him in private,” Cheddar Bob responded. “But that was a while ago, so who knows where they are now.”

I noticed both Future and Iz elbow him, causing him to spill some of his drink on himself. I didn’t care to imagine where Jimmy had taken Alex after she asked him out. I didn’t need to have that image burned in my mind for the rest of the night.

Everyone went back to their conversations, but I found myself not paying any attention to them. I kept glancing around the club, expecting to see Jimmy and Alex tucked away in a private corner, sucking face as if they were trying to blend into one person. Or maybe they’d be on the dance floor, practically dry humping in front of everyone. I didn’t think Jimmy was one to dance, but Alex had enough allure that she could’ve probably convinced him. But I didn’t see them, and that almost made it all worse.

Eventually I stood from the table suddenly, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “I need some air.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Cheddar Bob asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said. I turned and quickly made for the exit.

Once I was outside, I breathed in the cool night air. It filled my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help soothe me at all.

“You alright?”

“Jesus!” I hissed as I turned towards the voice. It was Jimmy, leaning up against the club. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Free country,” he said with a shrug. “Are you good?”

“Just needed air. It felt very stuffy inside.”

I walked over to stand next to him. The rough brick wall dug into my back through my t-shirt. It was cool out, but not enough to make me feel like I needed a jacket or anything. I was standing so close to Jimmy that I could feel the heat coming from his body anyways.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked. “The guys said you two went off to talk in private.”

“She left,” he responded.

I looked at him in shock. “What? And went where?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Home, I guess?”

“Don’t you think you should’ve driven her? It’s not exactly the safest for her to be walking alone at night.”

“I offered, but she turned it down. Said she didn’t wanna see me ever again.”

I’ve definitely missed a lot of things here. “What happened?”

Jimmy sighed. “Well, she got up and went to the bathroom after you, said something about wanting to make sure you were okay where you were so drunk. Then when she came back she asked me if we could talk in private. She brought me outside and told me how she had been waiting for me to ask her out properly since we first met and she was tired of waiting, so she made the first move to ask me if I wanted to go on an official date with her.”

“And you said...”

He looked at me for a second before responding, “No. Obviously.”

Well, yeah, it was obvious that he said no. But what wasn’t obvious was why he had said no.

“I thought you were into her,” I said.

He laughed. “Who told you that?”

I shrugged. “The guys seemed convinced you were.”

“The guys don’t know shit about shit. They just like talking a big game and making fun of each other.” I just looked at him, waiting to see if there was any more he had to say. He looked at me then away again. “No, I’m not into her. She’s beautiful, yes, but I don’t see her that way.”

“Wait, so if you don’t see her like that, then why did you invite her tonight?”

“I didn’t. She was at the Stamping today and asked if she could come along. I guess this was her plan.”

Well, it wasn’t her plan until I told her to go after Jimmy, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I felt like everything had just been flipped upside down. I was so sure that Jimmy had been reciprocating Alex’s feelings. It seemed like that anyways. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was making it seem that way. I was projecting something onto the two of them that wasn’t really there, I guess because of my jealousy?

“Sucks that she didn’t handle the rejection well,” I said.

“It wasn’t the rejection, it was the reason I rejected her.”

My brows furrowed together. “The reason being...you didn’t like her like that?”

“No. Well...yes. Kind of.”

“You know, for a man who can freestyle, you’re god awful with your words right now.”

He laughed and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. “It was the reason I said I don’t have feelings for her. I told her that I don’t like her because I like someone else and she didn’t handle that very well.”

I could feel my stomach turning to knots again. “Oh? Didn’t like the competition?”

“No, she said something along the lines of she should’ve trusted her gut, and that all guys who hang out with girls end up fucking them in the end.”

It took a second for what he said to register in my brain. When it did, I thought back to Alex talking to me in the bathroom and asking me if there was anything going on between Jimmy and I because she knew of too many guys who were friends with girls who they were actually fucking. Then, I put the pieces together in my head.

When I turned to look at Jimmy again, he was already watching me, waiting for me to come to the conclusion. “Me?!”

“Jesus, that took you long enough.”

“What do you mean that took me long enough?! Why the fuck haven’t you told me?!”

“Because you’re my best friend! We’ve known each other since kindergarten. If I told you I liked you and you didn’t like me back, that would fuck everything up between us and within the friend group. I would rather feel this way in silence than risk losing you as a friend.”

“If you had told me I would’ve told your dumbass that I like you, too, and I have since high school.”

“Wait...for real?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for real!”

We both stood in silence. We shared a look, and then a smile broke out on Jimmy’s face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, and soon we were both laughing. With the absurdity of the situation, we couldn’t not laugh.

“We’re both dumbasses,” I said between fits of laughter.

“I guess so,” Jimmy agreed. “That brings up the question, though, of where do we go from here?”

“Well, I think we try a date, just the two of us and not those other idiots in there, and we see how things progress from there.”

He smiled. “Okay, I like that idea.”

“And we promise that if things don’t work out, we stay friends.”

“And we don’t tell the guys about any of this.”

I laughed. “Okay deal.”

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asgardwinter · 2 years

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The Divorce (2)

summary | The problems from the Upside Down follow your return to Hawkins and even if all you want is to get away from them you can’t leave it unsolved. Once you got involved back in 1983 there’s no going back. It seems you can’t untangle from that small town, not your mind nor your heart.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, break up mentions, brief mention of a panic attack, mention of drugs (no use though), they’re pretend they don’t care but they do, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 2)

word count | 2,5k

author’s note | earlier than i expected but i’m really excited about this series :) if you like it, please consider leaving a comment!

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“Can I… help you guys?” You asked after an awkward moment of silence to the party reunited in front of your mom’s small front door.

Like a magnet, your eyes locked with Steve’s brown irises, a chill running through your spine. Your eyes shifted from Steve to Dustin and then to Max, who was just in front of the door and seemed to have taken the lead in that moment.

“Hi.” Max said, the atmosphere wasn’t quite pleasant and everyone could feel it. “Can… Can we talk?”

You looked again at all those people perched at the door. They only reunited for a reason and you knew what: something must’ve gone wrong again, something Upside Down related. Before opening the door and giving them free passage inside, you looked around to see if any cop was looking there. Apparently they had more things to worry about then a bunch of kids entering the neighbors house, so you invited them in silently, closing the door after the last one of them — Steve — got into your small trailer.

There were enough people to almost fall off the windows, but they found a way to accommodate themselves there in the small couch and the few chairs. You turned to look inside before closing the door, bumping into Steve in the process.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you tried to pass by his left side.

He tried to give you more room by stepping to the left but instead he only got more in your way. In a try of just getting that over with you grabbed his forearms and switched your places, so now his back faced the door and you were almost in the “living room”.

You were half laughing, but when you looked up to find his serious expression your laughter died in your throat, giving a free pass to the memories you tried to suppress. You cleared your throat and let go of his forearms, turning away from him to look at Max who seemed anxious to start talking — everyone seemed a bit anxious to be honest.

“I need to say that you guys are worrying me.” You tried to joke but your heart was growing fast and you didn’t like it. “Everytime you’re together it usually means things are going out of the tracks again. Me included”

“I wanted to ask if you saw something…weird last night.” Max blurted out. “By The Mmunson’s trailer.”

“I think you could know better than I.” You answered with confusion filling your heart. “You live right in front of it. And I’m so sorry but I wasn’t here last night, I came back today before even the police were here.”

“Where were you?” Steve’s curiosity got the best of him.

“None of your business.” You retorted in a very mature tone.

“So, you don’t have any idea about where we can find Eddie Munson?” Max interrupted the beginning of a very childish discussion between you and Steve.

“Well, we…we don’t talk that much, as much as neighbors do, actually. And now that I moved away it’s been way more distant.” You said, walking to the “kitchen”. “But, maybe you can find him at Rick’s house.”

“Who?”

“Reefer Rick.” You said, but it didn’t ring a bell in any of them. “The drug dealer. Eddie gets his drugs from him.”

“Great!” Dustin cheered. “Do you know where he lives?”

“Sorry, that’s another piece of information I don’t have.”

“Any last names? Family members?” He insisted but you just shook your head, the guy was more like a myth than a person. “Well, shit.”

“I think I can find him.” Robin said, getting up from the couch. “We just need to get back to Family Video.”

You smiled at her and went to open the door, everyone was quickly trying to get out and move faster. The possibility of finally getting to Eddie was a bit exciting, even if all they wanted was some peace and quiet for the time being. You were quick to grab your jacket that was hanging on the side of the door, lock the entrance and get to follow them toward Steve’s car.

“Hey, hey.” Steve called your attention as he opened the car. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Eddie.” You said simply, getting in the backseat after Max and Dustin. “I know there’s something you guys aren’t telling me. If this was just a missing person or a murder you’d be talking to the police.”

“You don’t need to do this, okay?” He started. “You’re not here anymore, this is not your problem.”

“I get that I don’t live here anymore, but if I’m right to assume this is connected to all that shit we already went through I deserve to know.” You lost your temper for a mere second. “I’m just as involved in this as you, guys. So can you just tell me so we can get this over with?”

They all exchanged careful looks, all that ended with an impatient ruff from Robin and she turned in her seat while Steve pulled out the driveway. “We really think this student death is connected to the Upside Down.”

“No shit.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep calm like this was just another day. “Fill me in, then.”

Maybe coming back to Hawkins was really a huge mistake after all.

…

It wasn’t long and you found yourself in Steve’s car again, this time going to the possible location of reefer rick’s house. Robin made some new arrangements in the seats and suddenly you were sitting side to side with your ex-boyfriend on the front seat. Max, Dustin and her were enthralled by some conversation you weren’t able to focus on with Steve driving by your side.

“Why do you know so much about where Eddie Munson could’ve been? I thought you two didn’t even talk.” Steve said out of the blue.

“Why do you even care, Harrington?” You turned your head to look better at him and raise your brow in challenge, but his eyes were focused on the road — too focused. You were dying to throw some of his words back at him, but you bite your tongue.

“It’s not because we’re not together that I stopped caring about you. He can be dangerous.” Steve mumbled under his breath some halfass excuses.

“You’re just afraid someone will think I trade Steve Harrington for ‘the freak’.” You retorted, turning your head towards the window to look outside and try to not commit an aggression.

“If you say so.” He ended the subject quickly.

The very uncomfortable silence grew between you two. It didn't matter that there were more people in the car, that it was months after that traumatic 4th of July, your mind still drifted back to 1985, to that whole month you behaved like strangers.

…

The ride was silent, too silent for your taste.

With the radio being permanently turned off for the past weeks and the conversation dying after some short comments about the weather there was nothing to be done. Steve’s eyes were focused on the road — too focused —, and you faced the building you already knew like the back of your own hand, appreciating them and gathering every detail like it was all new.

The first time you dealt with an Upside Down occasion you and Steve pretended to not know each other until Nancy started to greet you at school. After that it was only weeks until you found yourself sitting on a hidden corner at school and Steve trying to calm you from a panic attack, something triggered by someone who closed they’re locker too forcefully.

All you could remember was Nancy shooting the demogorgon.

The second time it was simpler even with the amount of events. Steve dealt with a breakup at the same time he was trying to make sure the kids would make it out alive from the tunnel. That was the first time you actually talked about it — the weird situations you found yourselves into and also how it was to feel broken. You got out of that alive and the rest of the school year just made you closer.

It was the time you really talked about everything and it was great. So great you began dating, and you’ve never been happier.

That third time was terrifying. Not only were the monsters getting stronger, but the Russians weren’t helping whatever you were doing. The fight was filled with desperate promises.

“I’ll keep you safe.” Steve swore. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

But that was before you got caught in the foreign base and stood behind to save the children, that was before the torture and the bruises they left in you, Steve and Robin.

Before throwing the car against Billy’s.

So there you were, July 11th, not actually talking about nothing during the daily rides Steve would give you to your summer job. All that and you were going away for college in a month.

“Steve, is everything okay?” You asked, eyes searching for any response in his face.

All he did was tighten his grip in the steering wheel without even changing his stern demeanor. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I?” He forced a weak smile out and your heart clenched.

You turned your gaze away from him, trying to hold the tears, trying to bury the feeling that it was all crumbling down.

…

“I overheard.” you answered his early question, wiping the tears that were starting to gather in your eyes.

“What?” Steve asked, confused about what the hell you were talking about.

“I overheard Eddie talking on the phone with this guy one day. I was taking out the trash and he was being really loud in his room.” You explained, still not looking at him. “We met when he was going out, made some small talk, he said he was going to crash at a friend’s house.”

Steve was confused, after all that angry discussion you just gave him the answer like that. But he wasn’t going to complain. Instead, he only nodded and announced to everyone that you’d got the Reefer Rick’s.

Before you were all out of the car, Dustin rushed to ring the doorbell.

One time.

And then again.

And then furiously until he stopped just to start punching the door.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve said, looking at Dustin.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!” The kid shouted while still ringing the bell. “Look, we just want to talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just want to help.”

“Shhhh.” Robin said as she tried to look inside.

You went to her side, trying to spot anything that could serve as a clue inside the house, but that was not too promising.

“Rick!” Dustin kept ringing the damn doorbell, making your head pound and patience run low. “Reefer Rick!”

“Don’t scream that.” Steve scolded him, but it had no effect.

“Rick!” Dustin insisted.

“He’s not there.”

“Reefer Rick!”

“Just…” Steve started to say something but his sentence got cut in the beginning.

“He could be really high.” Dustin suggested and you laughed.

“Just please stop ringing that damn bell, it’s pointless.” You asked Dustin, who only shrugged.

“Is that a foot?” Steve asked, looking inside.

“No, that’s a shoe.” Dustin corrected him.

“Hey, guys?” You heard Max call from a bit far, her flash light was pointing to the boat house that had the door half open and a light that was lit.

“I guess we found him.” You said.

…

“Hello?” Robin asked as she entered the boat house. “Is anyone home?”

“What a dump.” Steve complained.

You decided to go on by Robin’s side, trying to stay as far away from Steve as possible. That proved a good decision as he started to mess around with an oar.

You were trying to focus on the walls, maybe there could be any marks or clues there, but that was until Max called you.

“Hey, look over here.” You and Robin got closer to her, the stream of light of her flashlight pointing at some garbage that was probably left by someone who was using the facility. “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.” Robin suggested.

“Or maybe he’s still here.” It was your time to make a guess.

“Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin teased Steve, that stopped his quest for a second.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering the fact that everybody in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the sligh…”

In one moment Steve and Dustin were discussing and in the other Steve was pinned to the wall by Eddie with a pocket knife to his throat.

“Whoa,whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin shouted, getting Eddie's attention. “Eddie, it’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”

“Right, yeah.” He confirmed in fear.

Your heart was racing, all you could look at was the sharp object being pressed to Steve’s throat. your hands were in the air so fast you were sure your brain didn’t process the situation properly.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin continued to play the mediator and you were so glad for it. Neither you or Robin had the cold blood for that.

The moment the oar touched the ground, Eddie jumped and pressed the knife more to Steve’s throat, your voice joined Dustin shouting for him to stop.

“He’s cool!” Was it you or Dustin who had said that?

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve repeated, trying to reassure Eddie.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We’re looking for you.” DUnton answered

“We’re here to help.” Robin said, her voice calling his attention.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. This is Y/n, you know her from the trailer park, she’s your neighbor. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother.” The silence that followed his discourse didn’t sound too good for the whole speech. “Right, guys?”

“Yes. Yes, we swear.” Max said.

“On… On Dustin’s mother.” Robin confirma.

“Swear on his mom.” You repeated.

“Yeah, Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve said.

Eddie looked at him for a moment before letting him go. You took a step forward to steady Steve, looking at his neck in search of any scratch.

“Are you all right?” You whispered, to which he only nodded.

You sucked a breath in relief, letting go of him again — what was the problem with you and holding him in the past few hours? — and looking back to where Eddie had sunk in the ground. He looked so lost.

“We just want to help.” Dustin reassured him.

“We want to know what happened.” Robin said, getting closer to Eddie and Dustin.

“You won’t believe me.” His voice sounded so broken now, way less braver than minutes earlier.

“Try us.” Max challenged him.

And just like that he started to describe the previous night.

#asgardwinter writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #series: the divorce

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acourtofsnakes · 2 years

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Beneath The Clouds - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: A warm spring day seems like the perfect time to relax with Eddie and listen as he reads to you. He'd do anything for you, after all.

Warnings: None, really! Mention of food, some sadness here and there but pretty much safe for all. That being said, my blog is 18+ anyways. Oh, and utter sweetness with our boy that deserved so much better.

Word count: 1.4k - This is super short for me. I did it guys. I finally wrote something short(ish)

A/N: so, after a lot, and i mean a lot, of yearning with @ghostwiththemostbitch , I finally hopped aboard the Eddie train.

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It was one of those lazy spring days in Hawkins, where everything felt slower, less rushed.

The sun shone in a clear sky, beaming down in such a way it felt more like summer, but with a cool breeze that smelled of flowers and fresh green things.

The trailer park was near empty, parents at work and kids off playing elsewhere since it was spring break. They were enjoying the freedom, working off the pent-up energy from school.

Which worked out perfectly, because that left peace and quiet for you and Eddie to enjoy.

He was sitting on a patch of grass, his upper body leaning against the seat of one of the weather-worn benches, legs spread out before him to accommodate a space for you own body.

You were on your back, between his denim-clad thighs with your head resting against his lower belly.

It was complete bliss.

Nothing to think about.

No monsters to chase. No school to worry about.

It was the sun, the breeze and the feel of Eddie’s ringed fingers gently carding through your hair as he read to you from pages of Lord of The Rings.

Eddie was an excellent reader. Built for it really, so no wonder he was Dungeon Master. His flair for the dramatic made him a master storyteller, whether it was someone else’s work, or his own.

There was a Hellfire Club meet later this evening, actually, but right now you had Eddie all to yourself. And you were very much glad for that.

“You have been much too careless so far. Very well! I will tell you what I know and leave the reward to you. You may be glad to grant it, when you have heard me.”

His voice was like liquid as it flowed over the words, reading them with familiar ease, tone shifting and changing whenever there was a new character.

And even though you’d read it before, his dictation felt like the first time all over again, painting words in your mind of The Shires, of adventures and rings, of wizards and friendship.

You almost believed that you would be right there with them if you opened your eyes.

Eddie turned the page, the gentle rustle and brush of his fingertips on the paper, “‘Go on then!’ said Frodo. ‘What do you know?’”

He dropped his voice, turning it darker, “Too much; Too many dark things.’ Said Strider grimly.”

A faint smile graced your lips, body sunken into the grass, head carefully cradled against his belly which rose and fell softly in time with his breath.

God.

You could stay here forever. Anywhere with Eddie, be it on the grass reading or off somewhere with the others.

He was your happiness, as much as you were hiss. Keeping each other stable and present in the dark moments and beating back the fear and pain when you couldn’t do it yourself.

A gentle tug to your hair stirred you from your daydream, “Hey, you better not be falling asleep whilst I’m up here blowing your mind with my reading skills.” Eddie’s voice slipped from its rippling cadence, instead turning teasing, a tone you loved so much.

You laughed softly, the sound as warm as the sun above you and you peeped an eye open to peer upside down at the handsome face above yours.

Big brown eyes looked down at you from over the book, ever so expressive, especially with an eyebrow raised and his main of curly hair that you itched to braid. He was so pretty.

“I’m not sleeping! Like I could ever fall asleep listening to you.” You grinned at him, watching as his eyebrow raised more.

“Baby, you fell asleep the last time you were here, I didn’t even get past chapter five before you were snoring your head off. I couldn’t even hear myself think.” He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he dropped his attention back to the book.

You scowled playfully at him, lifting your hand to thwap the spine of the book so it hit him in the face, “You are an asshole, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie flinched, dropping the book and he stared at you for a moment, before gasping and throwing a hand to his chest, “You wound me, my lady!!! How could you say such heartless words, when I know you don’t mean them!” He dropped his head into the bench, letting out a fake sob, “Oh, the horror!!! I shall never recover from this fatal wound you have bestowed upon me.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, throwing a hand into the grass, “My boyfriend is more dramatic than me. How will I live with this, huh?” You sighed playfully, shaking your head against his belly.

He whined, still flopped back on the bench, “Now she claims to have trouble with me!!! Oh, the pain. The horror!!!” He pretended to pull the imaginary dagger from his chest and pass out, tongue lolling and arms flopped out to the side.

You snorted, laughing from his lap and you gazed at the few puffs of cloud above you, “You are such a dork. You’re lucky I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie lifted his head from the bench seat, looking over your face with this look like…. Like he still couldn’t believe you were his.

That you loved him, all his weirdness and extravagance and unpredictability.

You didn’t care what anyone else thought or said. You saw who he was, who he really was.

The sweetest soul who had been dealt a really shitty hand in life, who was outcast by the people who wanted to be friends with who had built a shell of cocky armour to hide what lay beneath.

Love. Joy. A way of looking at the world and seeing the magic even when it seemed dark and lonely.

You saw Eddie, and you loved every part. And that was the greatest gift you could ever have given him.

He tilted his head slightly as he gazed at you with that burning love in his dark eyes, so deep his pupil seemed to blend with the rich brown and then he curled his body over, pressing his lips to yours, upside down.

His hand strayed up and rested beneath your chin, the metal of his rings warmed by your skin and the sun. “I love you too, sweetheart.” He murmured it against your lips, a whisper into the kiss.

You melted instantly, lifting a hand to gently thread through the curls at the back of his head, the taste of him sweet and heady on your tongue as your lips gently moulded to each other.

Some of the kisses were fierce and hungry, others intended to burn through each other’s body in a slow fire, but these ones were just as beautiful.

Warm, unhurried, melting like candy floss on your tongue and chasing away the dark.

He leaned back, just enough to peck your nose and then your lips again as he hummed against them, mind already on a different path, “Can we go get ice cream?” He lifted his head again to look back down at you, puppy dog eyes and all.

Like you’d ever say no to him anyway.

You rose from his lap, turning so you sat cross legged facing him and you slid your hand through his, bringing it up to kiss his rings, “Of course we can. But I want a promise in return.”

Eddie’s eyes focused intently on you, his head dipping slightly to show his devotion, “Anything. Name it and it’s yours.” He was fully truthful on that too. He would do anything for you, no matter what.

He didn’t even bat an eyelid that time you both got high and somehow wound up tattooing your initials somewhat wobbly over his heart.

In fact, it was his favourite tattoo, and sometimes he pulled his shirt aside just to look at it, your name seared over his hearted to match where you were firmly held within.

You beamed against his knuckles, resting your chin on them for a second, “Will you read to me again when we get back?” God, you were so in love with him.

His smile softened into something you knew only you saw, his free hand coming up and he brushed a knuckle over your cheek and your neck, “Oh, baby, I’ll read to you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabbles #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn

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munsoncorner · 4 months

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I thought this could be love

Eddie Munson x Reader

This will be a heavier read for some. Mentions of Abandonment issues, Some fluffy stuff, Mentions of depression, Hints at an abusive situation.

Standing on the corner of the street you had been left on by your now ex boyfriend, you look for any signs of anyone you called coming to your rescue. Unfortunately it seemed there was no one coming for you. Tears began welling in your eyes as the clouds darkened and started to sprinkle droplets of water on you. As the rain began you sat up against a tree, burying your head in your arms and letting your emotions consume you. Your whole body was wracked by the sobs, and your hair and clothing were soaked from the rain hitting you, not even the leaves on the tree were protecting you from the water. Not that you thought they would, You were amazed at the fact that you'd not heard a single car pass you. Until now, but instead of driving by, the vehicle came to a stop.

"Hey, miss, Are you alright?" A voice called from the vehicle, startling you. You looked up to see a beat up van, with a man leaning out of the window

"I, No. not really. I've been sitting here for the entire time it's been raining and I don't have a way back to my trailer. I don't even know how to get back to it" You said, between sniffles and fighting the chattering of your teeth

"Trailer? You new in town? Do you need a ride to your trailer?" The man spoke. His voice as smooth as honey

"I don't want to be an inconvenience to you"

Hearing him let out a chuckle, he spoke again

"I promise it's no inconvenience. I'm heading to the trailers myself, come on. Hop in."

You had learned as a child not to accept rides from strangers, but it seemed at this exact moment you had no other choice than to take the man up on his offer. You had no actual sense of survival, but hopefully he wasn't an axe wielding maniac. Reluctantly you got up and walked up to the van, as he parked it and got out.

"I have to get the door for you. It sticks sometimes, so it's just easier for me to open it." Letting out a chuckle he looks back at you, big brown doe eyes meeting your own eyes.

"Oh, oh yea right. That makes sense honestly."

Getting into the van on the passenger side, you made sure all your belonging were inside the van. You fastened the seatbelt, securing you in the seat as he shut the door and stepped around to the drivers side. When he got in he looked back to you and gave a lopsided grin.

"I just realized I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Eddie."

"Well Eddie, I'm Y/N. Thank you for the ride, I appreciate it."

"It's not a big deal, really. But I do want to know, why you were on the corner of the street in the rain."

Feeling the tears well up in your eyes again you let out a shaky breath. The thoughts of how the fight with your ex went down, leading him to abandon you on the side of the road like a piece of trash. You asking him a question of why people were telling you that he had been seen leaving a seedy motel in town, a woman a couple years younger than the both of you hot on his tail.

"It's a long story really. I don't want to drop my issues in your lap."

Eddie glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he began driving. He could feel the energy shift as soon as your tone dropped. It wasn't by choice you had been on the side of the road he could tell.

"Well, Y/N, I know what it's like to have bad things happen to you. If you wound up at Hawkin's, which I'm assuming you're freshly graduated. You would have known I'm regarded to as the freak" His own tone shifting, a sort of melancholy sinking into his demeanor.

"The freak? Why would you be that? You were the only one to offer a ride to me, and I'm not talking about regarding cars that passed because there were none. I mean out of anyone. I tried to get so many people to come help me, and there was no one" Along with the hiccup from trying to keep the tears from falling, your voice trembled.

"People here, they don't like different. That's exactly what I am. So I'm a pariah. The freak, who's on his third year of the twelfth grade"

Shifting your body slightly so you could gaze at him fully, you feel as if everything he said made total sense. You had been held back one year of twelfth grade yourself. Thinking back further, Twelfth grade, the second time around. Where the abandonment problems started. The person you thought would never leave you. Wound up leaving anyways. Your own blood. Well. The two that created you had ostracized you, for who you were becoming. No longer wanting to blindly follow what they believed, changing your appearance. Even the music you had fell in love with causing them to shun you.

"I, well I can say I know exactly how that feels, Eddie" The words left you in a whisper.

"You know how it feels? I know that I'm supposed to be taking you home, but seeing as we're both in the trailerpark, would you like to come to my trailer and talk about things?" He glanced back at you again, his breath catching as he awaited the response.

"You're inviting me to your trailer? You barely know me."

"I mean, you're baring your soul to me and I'm a total stranger."

A laugh escaped your throat, realizing he was right about that. You and him, knew practically nothing of each other but here you were ripping each others rawest wounds open.

"What the hell, why not. After all, a freak knows a freak" your words hung heavy in the air as he contemplated what you said.

"I suppose you're right with that. We all tend to find each other in the world after all."

As they pulled into the trailerpark, and made their way to his trailer, you realized that you were his neighbor. You looked at your trailer and then at his, shifting your eyes to him eventually. His hair hung over his face as he leaned down to turn the key to shut the engine off. Suddenly it makes sense. He was the Metalhead you'd seen leaving every morning. The one who you were too intimidated to speak to, to get to know. On top of the fact that if you had been caught even talking to another guy, your ex would accuse you of cheating. Now you were free to talk to him, or you thought, until you noticed your exes car parked just out of view by your trailer. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw your ex exit his vehicle, as soon as you had stepped out of Eddie's van. The look on your exes face was enough to make your blood run cold, and Eddie noticed the color drain from your face.

"Y/N, Are you alright? What's wrong?" Eddie asked, and then suddenly your ex was right there, close enough to you that you could smell his attempt at hiding the alcohol on his breath. He was screaming and then suddenly Eddie pulled him back, just as the tears from the insults and harsh words settled on your mind.

Eddie was quick to defend you, protect you. He didn't even know you but he was standing between you and your ex. Just as the punch flew, connecting with his cheek. You swore you could feel time stop, as you felt every bit of tension in the air. Just as Eddie looked back at you to make sure you weren't going to accidentally get hit by his elbow as he pulled back to hit back, your ex pulled a low move and threw a few more punches, most to Eddie's face. But a couple to Ed's stomach, causing him to double over from the impact. But as soon as he recovered from the hits, you knew it was game over, just from the look on his face.

Everything was suddenly moving too fast, Eddie's fists connecting with multiple parts of your ex. Before you knew it you were crying out for him to stop.

"Why would you want me to stop?! What could make you feel like he deserves any mercy?"

"I thought.. I thought what I had with him could be love. Eddie. Just let him go. Please. I hear sirens. You'll both be arrested if they catch you mid act. I just met you, but I feel like I can't lose you" Every word tearing their way through your throat. It felt like razors as you pleaded with him to spare your ex.

"Just take me into your trailer. Please."

Eddie looked back to you and sighed. He let your ex go and walked to you, Gently taking your hand he nods and led you to the inside of his trailer. His face was already showing signs of bruising and swelling. You felt a whimper slip from your lips at the state of him.

"Y/N, I'll be alright. I promise. I just need to ice it for a while, don't stress over me." He murmured and pulled you close in a comforting hug.

You ultimately couldn't help it, seeing him bruised, swollen and bloody from the tussle, your heart shattered. Tears were streaming down your face for the second time today, only this time they were also soaking his shirt. He held you close rubbing your back, whispering that it was going to be okay. He was going to be okay.

"Y/N, seeing you like that, when he was in your face. It broke me. I knew I'd seen you before, heard your voice before, but I didn't have any idea that you were the neighbor that was constantly defending herself against a piece of shit ex. I wish I could have saved you sooner."

Hearing him say all that to you, it made you break down even harder. Full blown sobs hit and you sunk to your knees. You curled into yourself and just let your body tremble between the sobs. Eventually Eddie joins you on the floor, his arms wrapping back around you. He knew how much this had to of hurt you. He didn't know how to comfort you except to hold you.

"I'm sorry Eddie. I don't want to seem like the girl who can't handle her own battles."

"Hey, no no no. You were so strong. This isn't your fault at all."

As he soothed you, you felt a sort of feeling in your chest, warmth that spread to every part of your body. Sinking in your bones. After this whole ordeal was over, you knew that Eddie and yourself would develop a unique bond.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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AHH TODAY IS LEGACY DAY SO EXCITED

unfortunately it isn’t 🫲😔🫱 currently on my trailer park!Ari hyperfixation and I wrote a Curtis x virgin!reader x Jake fic last night instead of finishing the new chapter of CL. I offer a snippet for forgiveness 🥺🫶:

He doesn’t speak, he just holds out his arm and you hesitantly step closer. Once you’re a foot away, he tugs your wrist, yanking you into his lap.

A startled gasp escapes your throat as you brace yourself on his padded-shoulders. His smell is suffocating, and only intensified by the sweat brimming at his brow and the heavy equipment on his body.

The air of the locker room is overwhelming—a wave of different scents all varying in alpha stink.

Steve’s is the strongest, as you would have suspected. Whether it’s from your proximity or that he’s extruding domineering energy, naturally dripping with it, and covering you head to toe.

His blue eyes shine, carefully scanning over your face before landing on your neck. You gulp nervously, causing him to smile, “How are you liking the game?”

“It’s—um, people got hurt,” You recall, “it’s interesting, I guess.”

Steve shifts until his thigh is snug between yours, the thick muscle flexing under you. “But you weren’t even there for the first half.” He tuts, almost like he’s scolding you.

His hair is sweaty and slightly sticks to his forehead, a little flat on the top as other strands stick up in different directions, you find yourself thinking he actually looks a bit cute all disheveled.

“I love seeing my name on you.” He fingers the fabric of the jersey, tugging at the collar. “Are you wearing anything under it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Your skin tingles as his touch traces under the material before trailing higher to a spot he’s all too familiar with but not directly rubbing it.

Instead, he messages the area around your gland, carefully watching the minuscule twitches of your face.

“You know, other omegas dress up for their alphas on game nights, sometimes a lacy little number underneath or nothing at all.” His tone drops, heavy lashes brushing his sheeny cheekbones with every blink. His other hand slips down your side before landing on your hip, keeping you firmly straddling his thigh.

“Then, you should go and be with them instead.”

To your surprise, he laughs as if that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. With his head thrown back, his cackle travels through the empty room, echoing off the metal lockers and tiled walls.

He jostles you, taking great pleasure in your fumble for stability on his shoulders, one of your hands eventually knotting in his hair as he bounces his knee. His thigh rubbing against your core through your jeans, pressing the hem taut to your most sensitive spot.

You let out a small whimper as the seam rubs your pantie-clad slit, eyes fluttering shut as Steve grabs your hips, moving you along his flexed thigh.

He pulls you close by your neck, nose tracing down your jaw before he takes a hearty inhale, “You’re real funny, legacy, but don’t tempt me to fuck the attitude out of you, I still have a game to win.”

#fic ask #sneak peek time #captains legacy ask #captains legacy drabble

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kicktwine · 8 months

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I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are your blind thoughts going into stormblood? Although you mentioned having received slight spoilers, despite what you may or may not know, are you hopeful or wary about the upcoming expansion ahead of you and ch'ahri?

I dunno hardly AAANNYTHING here is a complete list of my thoughts

kugane tower jumping puzzle (I will not be attempting to win this one) (I’m decent at jumping puzzles, but only because I’m on controller and enjoy platformers)

Godzilla 💕💕💕💕 no one told me Godzilla was here (seriously even the music and laser beams were goji-like) - they seem to be leaning into some tropes this time (with Gosetsu as well)

people seem to like the omega raids? excited for those. Halfway thru Alexander as we speak and those are fun I love gobbie

i am slightly wary going into the actual story content, since the concept of freeing ala mhigo is a healthy amount of detached from real-world allegories but also a healthy amount more connected to real world conflict around annexed powers and occupied peoples than we’ve previously gone into. It’s very grounded - the primal is a consequence, rather than a part of the conflict, and I expect them to split the focus. Insofar as post-arr and heavensward are, I mostly like how they handle complex societal topics and I trust them as far as not mucking it up entirely goes, but I put myself at a literary distance about the whole thing because im not one to speak about if they’re gonna handle it well. I’m gonna watch and mess around in the world they give me first. As far as pre-stormblood goes, in my not-a-guy-who-knows-things opinion, they handled it about a 7/10? Some dialogue bothered me, some things were like dam the horrors of war and desperation so true😔 (this is a positive). Some things were like yo is that Godzilla

I do LIKE the tone though. I think they did a tonal shift into something a little darker and brought in a Silly Guy to balance it, and it feels like they have a complete grip around their overarching story and world now.

I also wonder if they’re doing two things at once and how they’ll handle it? I want to visit Doma. I want to visit doma I want to visit that underwater bubble city you look like the monkie kid dragon place. Ch’ari will probably like it too, he’s one of those weird cats who likes water and being in water

i wasnt all that interested in the trailer aside from pretty location, it seems very stereotypical fantasy asia world tour. meteor buddy grow your hair out you look so good in Dawntrail

im trying to keep my opinions my own, since I hardly hear anyone talk about stormblood, sandwiched as it is between heavensward (everyone’s first exposure to the good kush) and shadowbringers (everyone’s perfect baby). So, about 1/4 wary of the msq content, 1/2 excited for the new dungeons and fights (is all of stormblood going to have 15+ enemies coming at you at once?? My frames get scared unless I’m wired into the internet and go down to 30 fps when they all load in), 1/4 excited to see new environments and new characters again :]

Ari is always excited to go to a new place. He always tries to make a good first impression, because whatever you do next (even if you’re rude) is colored by your first impression, and it sometimes fails and sometimes works to his benefit. He didn’t have a good reputation in Limsa, and it was shaky AT BEST in Ishgard, this is the first city he goes where either no one knows him or if they do know him it’s in a positive light. New experience for kitty

#do NAWT talk to me about it in replies please WAIT until I’m done #I don’t want your positive reassurance or your negative opinion I want to experience #You can tell me if stormblood puts a bunch of adds everywhere though. I’ll have to remember to plug the pc in. to the wall. AGGDDJ #ask #play game #anon #stormblood #heavensward spoilers #(????????)

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ghostlymonade · 11 months

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Three Hopes, The Best Way to Experience Fódlan

That might be a pretty bold statement, especially given the rather lukewarm response most Warriors-style spinoffs inspire in fans. However, I'm here to tell you exactly why I think, (writing-wise anyway), Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes is the best way to experience the world of Three Houses. Note: This post will be based on my playthrough of the two Blue Lions routes for the most part, both for brevity and fairness!

I’m assuming if you did choose to read more, you’re familiar, at least in passing, with Fire Emblem. But for those who don’t know, a brief summary: the Fire Emblem series is a longrunning tactical RPG franchise which finally found a well-deserved audience with the thirteenth game, Fire Emblem Awakening. Since that overwhelming success, Fire Emblem has been cementing itself, game after game, as one of Nintendo’s exclusive heavy-hitters. And I would argue the entry that truly brought Fire Emblem to its current status is the first Switch title, Fire Emblem: Three Houses. While it retained many of the popular features of prior games, there was a notable tone shift. This was Fire Emblem’s big Switch entry, and it was definitely a bold swing. Fódlan feels storied, complex, and rife with intrigue in a way I haven’t really found a Fire Emblem setting to be since the Tellius duology. At every corner, there’s more to learn, and you can feel the weight of that history bear down on everyone in the Officers’ Academy. While there are definitely aspects of Three Houses that feel rushed or glossed over, few would argue the worldbuilding isn’t up to snuff. Where I feel Three Houses misses the mark somewhat is two key aspects: the character writing and trajectory of the story. These sound like huge, thorny issues, but hear me out; Three Hopes does it better. Everyone who’s played both games is certainly in consensus that Hopes learned from its predecessor in some important ways (namely, no more spending three hours between levels running around the monastery), but I rarely see discussed how the writers handled Three Hopes’ story, and I think I can guess part of the reason...

Ah, well. I can’t force anyone to play it through, but I would argue the writing of Three Hopes is a lot more thoughtful than most give it credit for, and that between the two games, it’s the better way to experience the excellent world of Fódlan. We’ll go through two key issues that I, and quite a few others, had with Three Houses, and how they’re tackled in Hopes. What do you see in him, girl?

Despite Byleth having the approximate appeal, charisma and personality of a damp sock, all of Fódlan falls over itself to tell them how amazing they are. It’s been a recurring problem with the player avatar in recent Fire Emblem games, but I argue it feels more egregious with Byleth than any other. They’re the Ashen Demon, a mercenary with inhuman skill. They’re a capable professor, there’s something about them that draws in all three lords, instantly... Lacking any demonstration of the why or the how in action, it feels like the worst kind of player pandering, almost nonstop. And what bothered me most was the talk of Byleth’s mercenary prowess, constantly. Given we never see them in battle acting like their Ashen Demon namesake, I hated hearing every single character in supports and cutscenes speak of their mercenary prowess with such quivering awe. So when this trailer dropped?

Consider me hyped. And the game’s intro did not disappoint. Not only did we see Byleth earning their title, I also appreciated the intro truly establishing Shez as a mercenary. They’re part of a company, they actually talk about having to work for a living...it’s still the Fire Emblem brand of mercenary, complete with Honour™️ and hard limits on what they’ll do, but they felt more of a mercenary in the first ten minutes of Three Hopes than Byleth did in ten hours of the first game. And that persists throughout the game, too. Shez talks about sleeping outside, about the reality of working a job where people can die any minute- for lack of a better term, they show a real mercenary attitude. Behold, My Edge-elgard! (Credit to Kotor for the meme)

Three Houses has a tone issue, at times. What I definitely enjoyed was its refinement of the fledgling idea that Fates played around with: War sucks, actually, and it sucks for everyone because these are real people killing each other. Having three nations that aren’t ‘The Nice Ones’ and ‘Nightmare Before Christmas-themed War Crimes’ certainly helps, and I think introducing the player to each nation through getting to neutrally meet and grow close to some future key individuals before they launch into any huge conflict is a much better setup than Fates’ attempt to make Nohr’s leadership seem less evil through Corrin’s family being nice...to Corrin. However, I believe that at times, it swung a bit too far into Angstland, and lost its way home. Azure Moon is a great example of this, often feeling as though things get worse, then they get worse, then they get worse. Contrast this with Azure Gleam, the Three Hopes route. While war does, indeed, still suck, there’s a distinct feeling that things can and will get better, so long as the team can pull together and keep fighting. They have victories and losses. One moment that particularly stuck out to me was this conversation with Felix:

He’s always critiquing Dimitri to his face, but it’s clear that Felix holds a lot of concern for him, even if he conceals it as purely being concerned about the future of Faerghus. And Dimitri does need that voice, to an extent. When you look at the rest of his circle: Dedue will die for him and follows Dimitri more or less anywhere, regardless of what he does or the reason why. Sylvain and Ingrid both know he’s been through a lot and try to take it easy on him. Felix is the only member of this close circle who seems willing to say anything negative to his face. In this sense, you could say Dimitri has the healthiest circle of any of the three lords. Claude has a goofy group of chill friendos, and Edelgard has Hubert, who is ride or die no matter how often she tries to kill God. It was a sweet little moment, and a fascinating insight into where Felix sees himself in this group. Azure Gleam is full of this kind of thoughtful writing, and it makes playing through the darker periods of the story feel like it’s worth doing, rather than giving the impression that the only good choice is to put the game down and take Byleth’s horrible influence three million miles away from these poor kids. I don’t just say that for comedic effect- it’s tacitly implied by the two games’ radically different stories that Byleth chasing support ranks and engaging in waifu-motivated war crimes is part of why Three Houses ends up so much darker than Three Hopes. Shez has a distinct, headstrong personality, and they aren’t afraid to offer their opinion. Not falling down a canyon for five years helps. In a sense, the two issues play into each other. If Byleth was better defined as a character, it might be easier to understand and believe their motivations throughout the war arc especially. If the war arc finds its way out of the angst, even for a day trip, it’s easier to believe Byleth can have a real, positive impact on how things turn out. This is a big part of why I think Three Hopes is the best way to experience Fódlan. The title is, admittedly, clickbait-y, as I think Three Hopes truly shines in the context of having played Three Houses first. But when taking both games together, it’s fascinating to see how differently things can go, when the writers had a chance to explore their world from a new angle, and I for one, look forward to seeing more of this alternate timeline style writing in Fire Emblem in the future! Hey, they’re already doing it in Heroes.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #game discussion #fódlan #fe3h shez #byleth #fe3h

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smudged-red-ink · 4 months

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A VERY LONG AND RAMBLING BOY AND THE HERON POST

I saw Boy and the Heron a month ago and have been processing since then.

Here's the thing: I wanted to love this movie. I really really did. I loved the trailer, I loved the snarky little heron, I loved Mahito's hair on the posters. So I went to the theater and payed my twenty dollars (still money well spent) and then...

Well. It took a while for things to get going. Maybe that's just my short attention span, but I felt like there were a few more scenes in the set up than there needed to be. There were a few points to get across (Mahito is a struggling kid, he has complexated feelings about his dad's new wife, he misses his mom) and these points were communicated, but more times than they needed to be.

Then the heron finally showed up. And then he disapears. He shows up, he disapears, he shows up he disapears... again, one time more than he needed to. We all saw the trailer, we know Mahito goes with him, but damn it took a while.

Okay, okay. Natsuko disapears, Mahito follows her. And he goes to the tower with this random old lady in tow. And as much as I love Kiriko, I feel like this is the movie's biggest problem right here. Lemme explain.

Miyazaki's best worlds and characters feel so magical because they are secrets. It's Chihiro walking into the bathhouse alone. It's Ashitaka watching the forest spirit across the lake. These moments are so powerful because they are so personal. It's just a kid against the world. And even if it's not explicitly a secret, it feels like one.

But everyone and their aunt knows about the tower in the woods. A random lady gets to venture into the other world with Mahito. It isn't something personal that Mahito discovers. It just sorta happens.

Anyway, the Heron gets pronounced Mahito's guide. But then he just kinda...dips. For a movie called the boy and the heron, the heron was conspicuosly absent for a lot of it. I wanted more banter. I wanted more of a journey between these two. Mahito tried to kill him, so why are they allies at the end? It makes sense, but it could've been a lot deeper emotionally.

The world that Mahito gets dumped in is set up really well, as sort of an oceanic underworld populated by spirits and birds. But halfway through it just kinda switched gears and became a canibalistic-but-somehow-still-light-hearted parrot kingdom. Now I have nothing against canibal parrots, I liked them quite a lot actually, but it felt like such a shift. After the eloquently thwarted pelicans and the watawata, the parrots were a hard left. It might've been fine, but we never went back to the world's original tone, and I was sad about that.

Also Himi-- the movie was set up as Mahito's emotional journey as he grieves his mother, but they baredly even say goodbye at the end. I wanted more here.

Anyhow. It was good. I just didn't think it was great. I like Miyazaki's dream logic as much as the next person, but this felt less like dream and more like a repeated "and then what if we forgot about most of what we just spent so much time setting up and completely switched gears."

TLDR (to borrow a little reddit phraseology): Less set up, more Heron, and more "secrecy" = A perfect movie.

#the boy and the heron #hayao miyazaki #mahito #just my oppinion #cinematic ramblings #smudged red ink

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bengiyo · 1 year

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Never Let Me Go Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

I can't believe we have new shows from Jojo two days in a row. Who ever thought we'd be here?? (I did, in 2012) Very excited about this one, but desperately hoping that Pond comes through for us this time.

I do like a slow-moving shot to open a show. I am prepared to feel moody.

Don't know if Neung is queer yet, but if he already is then I will have thoughts about gay boys and their moms.

Glad the father isn't actually negligent. Neung wasn't giving off a long-suffering air. It's nice to know that he feels like a beloved son.

This feels like a lot of weight to put on a young person, but Neung is coming of age and so I respect the dad trying to prepare his son for coming duties.

This rainy alleyway scene is giving Batman.

As others have pointed out already, this pendant is so huge. We get the metaphor, but goddamn.

Phuwin gives a strong performance here. I'm glad the sound editors toned down the sonic presence of his scream, though. I felt it was too loud in the trailer.

Every time I see Perth I'm like, "Welcome back, baby boy."

I've been complaining about the use of Dutch angles in GAP, but I think they're appropriate here. Neung's world is tilted by the loss of his dad, who clearly loved him (he literally named his son "Only One").

Love the use of this red outfit to announce that Tanya will take over as CEO.

I'm so glad Nat is in this show and linked with Perth. They're going to be fun to watch.

Glad this show is using Phuwin's multilingual talent.

Pond looks good in this so far. The school uniforms did not serve his frame well.

I like how workmanlike Jojo can be about exposition. Sometimes it's more efficient to have a character detail their limitations and worldview quickly so the audience knows their starting line. We can figure out the reasons as we go along.

Love that conversation with the bodyguard/chamberlain outside school. The shifts in your relationships as you come of age is always hard.

We never had anyone this famously wealthy at any school I went to.

Chimon remains excellent at building onscreen chemistry with literally anyone so well.

I will be very disappointed when we learn that Chanon was somehow involved in Pipop's death. Both Neungdia and Tanya assert that they feel like he's family. For Chanon, though, it probably isn't his reality. This is going to get messy and I'm here for it.

Almost gagged when I saw Apo and Mile in a product ad at the start of part 2.

Not to be too distracted by the gun, but what is in this notebook that Neung keeps in the same drawer as the gun?

Also noticed the retro style speaker, and the painting of a piano full of butterflies.

At least Neung has some trigger safety.

I'm so proud of the hair and makeup team so far. They have not missed once. Phuwin looks amazing sitting in the pool.

Fantastic choice to show Palm's commute. After seeing the wealth of Neung's life, the signs of poverty and frustrated hit hard.

Ball is life (and apparently a gambling opportunity to cause problems later).

I will never, ever tire of boys pulling each other into hiding spaces and getting too close to each other's faces. Mutuals, feel free to do this to me.

Nat is so good. I am so invested in this beef between Tanya and Kit, and am so curious about the family history that led to the exclusion of Pipong's brother.

The Gifted has forever ruined the arm grab for me in these dramas. It only ever reads as hugely manipulative.

What does Neung know about these family troubles? He didn't seem surprised about the tension when he walked in, and looked to Tanya for guidance on whether to hug Kit back.

Is Palm choosing to not wear a tie, or does he not have one? I'm not surprised he wears the uniform loosely after working as a fisherman.

I don't blame Neung for bailing on a father's day event.

Chanon definitely assigned Palm as a bodyguard. I think Tanya is aware of it.

Who is this taxi driver and why is he willingly contributing to truancy?

So we finally know what building these windows have been in. I have seen them in The Gifted and War of Y.

Neung isn't dumb, and I'm glad he's aware of what's going on.

Every time they say they trust Chanon, he gets uncomfortable. Is that guilt?

Oh ho, we're going to start seeing more of Perth next week.

I had a great time with this first episode, and like that both of Jojo's shows feel so distinct from each other right now. I completely forgot that Phuwin is playing Ice in The Warp Effect. Hoping to see Pond blossom as this character comes out of his reserve.

#never let me go #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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a-strange-inkling · 2 years

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The Vanishing of Chrissy Cunningham (Van Scene)

(God help me, these two got me writing again... I have three AUs in the works, here is a preview of the first chapter of my *Chrissy Lives AU*)

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Triumph is in the air tonight.

They must have won the basketball game, the whole town is spilling out of the gym, chanting and celebrating like it’s the fucking Olympics.

“Yikes.” Eddie says to himself, looking around. And they think he runs a cult.

He lets the masses filter out before pulling up to the back entrance, which is ghostly quiet in comparison.

And there’s Chrissy.

He spots her standing in the shadow of the overhang, her shoulders hunched up, fiddling her fingers nervously, waiting. She immediately lights up when she sees him approaching, and he feels his pulse revving up right along with the engine.

He pulls up to the curb, grinning crookedly as he rolls down the window. He looks her up and down.

“Rah, rah, rah.” he teases.

She smiles as she crosses the cement sidewalk between them, tucking her cardigan a little tighter around herself.

Leaning across, he opens the passenger door for her. She climbs in beside him, the smell of something sweet and floral wafting around her, filling up the space.

“Hi.” he greets, like this is something out of the ordinary, unable to stop smiling.

But then, she’s smiling too, so maybe it’s alright.

“Hi.” she returns shyly, settling in the seat.

It’s a weird sight, he can't deny that. Chrissy Cunningham in his dingy van, all neat and pristine, sitting in the midst of his mess.

If she’s put off, she doesn’t show it. She buckles herself in, smoothing out her little pleated skirt.

“All set?” he asks, giving her another once over. It seems like this is, in fact, actually happening. He’s taking Chrissy Cunningham back to his trailer to get high.

“Yeah.” she replies assuredly.

“Okay, then,” he nods in return, shifting into gear, looking around to make sure they're alone before pulling out. “Cleared for takeoff.”

She looks a little nervous, like back in the woods. If they hadn’t met up that afternoon, he would think that it had something to do with him.

“Uh so…” he fills the silence. “Sounds like it was a good night for the jocks.” he notes, as they turn out of the school parking lot.

“Hm? Oh yeah.” she replies. “Yeah, it was pretty incredible, one of the freshmen scored a winning shot in the last second of the game.”

“Oh, nice.”

Carver must hate that.

“And your club?” she asks in return. “That went well?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, great actually.” he nods, surprised she’d even ask. “After we drank the blood of the sacrificial virgin, we uh all danced around the corpse, and…”

She bursts out laughing, covering her mouth as if she’s afraid she's being too loud. He chuckles, warmed by her response. It prompts him further. “And you know Satan hasn’t answered our calls yet, but you know we’re, we’re hopeful.”

She tries to get a hold of herself, and it’s like there is a hanger in his mouth, he can’t stop smiling.

“It really is just a game.” he tells her, after she catches her breath. “It’s all bullshit what they say about it.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” she replies, unconcerned. “My little brother used to play it all the time.”

Eddie’s surprised by that. “He doesn’t anymore?”

“Not after the Newsweek article.” she replies. “My mom threw out all his books. She was really freaked out.”

“Ah.” he’s not surprised. “You weren’t?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think the devil is in some game.”

“No?” he asks, a little prompt in his tone.

She remembers what happened earlier that day. What has been happening in her dreams when she sleeps.

“No.” she answers firmly.

Open the door, Chrissy! Open this door!

The only place the devil seems to be is in her head.

Eddie shoots her a quick glance. “Speaking of Satan, what did you um, tell Carver?”

She looks over at him, but he keeps his eyes on the road, not seeing what kind of reaction that got out of her.

“I mean, I’m guessing he probably wants to celebrate with you tonight.”

“I just… told him I had to go home and change.” she supplies with a shrug, still feeling guilty about it. “I’ll tell him tomorrow that I got a headache and that I decided to stay home.”

What would women do without that headache excuse?

“Seems solid.” he replies, popping his lips.

“Thanks,” she says, scoffing a little under her breath, like she is just realizing now just how ridiculous this all is.

“The Satan comment was a little uncalled for.” he admits.

“A little.” She agrees, pursing her lips, trying to subdue the laughter he keeps pulling out of her.

“I’m sorry.” he says, turning to face her so that she knows he means it.

His eyes linger a little too long and he hits a pothole, sending them both up in the air and down hard.

His cassettes piled on the dashboard go flying all over, three or four landing on her lap.

“Shit, sorry!” he exclaims, steadying the wheel. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she says, reaching for the scattered tapes.

“Just leave ‘em.” he tells her. “I shouldn’t have this many floating around in here.”

“I don’t want you to lose any of them.” she replies, gathering what she can reach. They must mean the world to him.

He spares a quick glance to see her bent over in her seat trying to reach the ones at her feet. He smiles to himself, shaking his head slowly in disbelief, tongue tucking between his teeth.

He doesn’t know how someone can be so fucking sweet, he really doesn’t.

“Okay, just uh, I guess put them in this like middle compartment…thing.” he takes a hand from the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road this time, as he pops the lid open.

“Wow!” she gasps, eyes widening, feigning amazement as she looks up at him. “It’s like it was designed to hold stuff like this!”

He snickers at her teasing, rubbing a bashful hand slowly over his face. “Okay, alright, easy. Jesus.”

You’re screwed, Munson. he tells himself. You’re so fucking screwed.

She doesn’t just toss them in, no, she stacks them neatly, like little books on a shelf, title side up.

She looks each one over curiously before she puts them in.

“Which one’s your favorite?” she asks.

“Oh no, no!” he nearly shouts. “Don’t do that to me.”

“What?” she asks, startled.

“I have been on my best behavior, Chrissy Cunningham, and you ask me something like that!?”

“It’s a normal question!” she exclaims, her voice the highest volume he’s ever heard it.

“Chrissy, it’s like asking me to choose a favorite child!” he admonishes.

“It should just be the first song that pops into your head when someone asks you.” she tells him factually, like she’s done some sort of study on it.

“Are you kidding me!?” he asks, voice cracking in mirthful disbelief. “I have like fourteen songs in my head right now.”

“Eddie…”

“Okay, if it’s so easy, prove it, what’s your favorite song, Chrissy?”

She lets out a breathy, incredulous laugh, her mouth hanging open without an answer.

“See!? See!?” he tells her. “Not so easy, is it?”

“That’s not fair!” she exclaims.

“Oh, it’s so fair!” he replies, making a face.

“No, no, because I do have a favorite song, but I can’t tell you what it is.”

“What!? Why not?”

“Because you’re going to make fun of me if I tell you.”

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “I would never…”

“I don’t know, I just sorted your collection…”

“Okay, c’mon, just tell me what it is, it can’t be that bad.”

“I’m not telling you.” she shakes her head laughing.

“C’mon, Chrissy! Now I have to know!”

She shakes her head all the faster, pursing her lips as if to lock it inside.

“Chrissy.”

“You have to promise me you won’t judge!”

“Sure, fine, I promise I won’t judge.”

“Swear it.”

He puts three fingers up in the air with a roll of his eyes. “Scouts honor.”

She mumbles something under her breath and he cranes his ears, but she couldn’t have said what he thought she said.

“I’m sorry?”

She says it again through her teeth, but it’s unmistakable this time.

“Cyndi Lauper!?” he says in disbelief.

“You said you wouldn’t…!”

“Cyndi Lauper!?” he shouts louder, reaching into his newly organized row of tapes. Did she alphabetize them? “Jesus Christ, Chrissy,” he pops a case open with his teeth and shoves the plastic into the rectangular cavity right above the radio.

“It’s a beautiful song!” She defends herself. “The lyrics…”

“The lyrics?” he squeals in horror. “I’m sorry, I can’t just stand idly by and let this happen, I have to do something!” he says, turning up the volume, before reaching up to take her by the shoulder. “Listen to me, just breathe, everything’s going to be okay, Chrissy, I’m going to save you, okay?”

She shakes her head trying not to look as amused as she is as the surprisingly mellow tune of a guitar plays through the speakers. It picks up a little with a set of drums.

“We’re going to ease into it, okay,” he pulls his hand back, taking hold of the wheel. “Try to suck the poison out.”

Take me down to the paradise city

Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.

She smiles, leaning back into her seat, resting her head. “I shouldn’t have told you.” she mumbles more to herself than him, warm and breathless from all the laughing.

“Shhh.” He hushes jokingly. “The lyrics.”

Take me home.

Oh, won't you please take me home

So far away

She gets a little lost in it, turning to look out the window, watching the fuzzy lights from the streetlights go by.

“Good, right?” Eddie asks.

She nods, contemplatively.

It’s different from anything else she is allowed to listen to, but there’s something about it, like a storm pounding against a glass window.

Calming chaos.

The music starts to skip and jumble suddenly, an unpleasant quiet squeal scratches her ears, making her wince.

Chrisssssssyyyyy.

No. No. No.

Chrisssssyyyy

Not now.

She grips her skirt tightly, trying to focus on something, anything to help her stay on solid ground.

Oh, she suddenly feels like she is going to be sick, a wave of nausea washing over her.

Dear God, please not here. She prays softly, focusing back on the lights outside. Almost there, just give me a few more minutes. Please.

“Damn piece of junk.” she hears Eddie say, bashing the dashboard.

She keeps her eyes on the window, she doesn’t want him to see her looking ill, he might not sell to her if he does.

To her horror, the streetlights flair up brightly. She feels an electric hum shaking right through her core.

Eddie continues fighting with the cassette player, but it only whistles and cries all the more, the words distorted like some deep slow chant. Her ears start to ring.

Chrissy.

It’s not a whine this time. It’s a deep guttural beckoning, echoing in the pit of her stomach.

And there under one of the lights in the street she sees the voice made flesh. A dark twisted figure staring right at her, watching her as she goes by.

She holds back a scream.

It’s not real. It’s not real.

The music kicks back in and Eddie is saying something. The ringing slowly clears as she watches the figure disappear into the darkness.

“Chrissy?”

“Are we almost there?” she asks him suddenly, looking back through the front window.

“Oh, uh, yeah it’s just up this road here.” he tells her, a little taken aback, nodding his chin toward the right.

“Sorry.” she blinks a few times.

The world seems a little more solid, real, but she knows she doesn’t have long.

“It’s okay,” he replies, noting the change in her. “You’re fine.”

And she wants to cry because he sounds so certain.

#eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy fanfiction #chrissy lives au

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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years

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She vs. Daydreaming: a familiar soundtrack, played in ‘reverse’

We’d all been following the You Are Home twitter, trying to figure out what the patterns of the tweets were, and ever since we got the leaked album, it became pretty clear that less than a handful were actual lyrics.

The tweet that struck me the most was “a familiar soundtrack, played in reverse” because the theme of reversal is pretty strong with Harry in general (Sunflower, vol. 6; Boyfriends), but especially because of the Harry’s House trailer, which is scored to Love of My Life in reverse.

Now, the tweet was obviously referencing that, right? Right.

But what if it was also referencing something else?

Is ‘Daydreaming’ actually ‘She’ written from a reversed perspective? (More under the cut.)

The reason this niggled at me is because we already know Harry writes with patterns and very specific vocabulary (I’ve truly never heard the word ‘antidote’ and allusions to ‘kitchens’ so many times in my life).

Personally, I had a hard time connecting to Daydream on Harry’s House — it was one of those songs (to me) that seemed to whiz past my ear, until I realized the lyrics sounded rather familiar.

‘Daydream’ is a pretty poignant word in the chorus of She, and because Harry’s brain works the way that it does… well…

reverse (verb)

1. To move backwards

2. Make (something) the opposite of what it was

reverse (noun)

1. A complete change of direction or action.

2. The opposite to that previously stated

If we take reversal to mean ‘opposite’ instead of ‘backwards’, then the similarities between She and Daydreaming become pretty stark, based on the overall story:

In She, the protagonist is ‘the man’ who’s thinking of ‘you’ and doesn’t know what to do. He talk of fleeing and sailing away because he wouldn’t know what to say about the ‘she’ in his life, who is living only in daydreams with ‘me’ (the man). The only way he can reconcile these two parts is by living for the memory that’s in his head, while he plays pretend in his reality. There’s a clear melancholy, a forlornness, and lamentation to the song - the protagonist is being pulled apart by two halves of (him)self, and it ends in a feeling of confusion and loss (“I don’t know where she is”).

In Daydreaming, the setting shifts: the characters are housed safely within the daydream (hence, Daydreaming, present tense), and so the protagonist becomes She. (Lyrics of Daydreaming in bold, lyrics of She in pink, interpretation in italics)

Living in a daydream

She said, ''Love me like you paid me''

— that piece of dialogue is interesting, because while it can insinuate something sexual, I tend to read it as inside the daydream, She is loved like She is worthy and not to be taken for granted (since you pay for things of worth and would tend to think twice about wasting something you paid for)

You know, I'll be gone for so long

So give me all of your love, give me something to dream about

— this line is similar to the story and the imagery of the line: ‘A woman who's just in his head / And she sleeps in his bed / While he plays pretend’; this alludes to She being forced into leaving/being separated from ‘him’

Stay until the morning

Cause, baby, loving you’s the real thing

It just feels right

When you give me all of your love, give me something to dream about

— this is a reversal in tone of the lyrics: She / She lives in daydreams with me / She's the first one that I see / And I don't know why / I don't know who she is; She is being recognized, She is being asked to stay, She is loved, She feels right

Living in a daydream

Give me all of your love, give me something to dream about

— essentially, while they’re safe in the daydream, She is asking to be loved enough that when She and he are separated, there’s something to hold onto.

TL;DR: I think Daydreaming is She but rewritten from the opposite: (i) setting (within the daydream instead of from the POV Harry’s reality) and (ii) tone (one song is written in a tone of careful, almost wary discovery of a feminine self, the other is written with the tone of ease, comfort, and confidence, coaxing love and acceptance of that feminine self.)

#iaw lyric analysis #Harry’s House #HS3 lyrics #Fine Line #She #Daydreaming #just some thoughts

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mumucow · 1 year

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7. “Let me do this for you, okay?”

This took me way too long because life being life and then trailer dropped and all the lives and we are going insane because of it.

Also this is a bit of an early birthday gift to @ty-in-bedlam

Honestly I don’t feel like it’s my favorite writing but I don’t think any of these will steal the place of the first one from my heart, so here is the link.

Warning this is almost 5k

I hope you have fun.

Buck had been agitated all through their shift, making it seem longer than it actually was.

Buck was Eddie’s partner and if he wasn’t okay then Eddie wasn’t either, their partnership had always been like that. They were always in sync with each other but this shift was different. Buck was quiet, which in itself was weird, he couldn’t keep his hands still more than usual.

The rest of the team had noticed it too and they all did what they could to help their friend. They were a family.

Every time that Buck was touched by one of them, he would relax into the touch as if it was grounding him, bringing him back to earth.

Eddie was reaching out more than usual, letting their fingers linger and touch for longer than necessary when delivering a cup of coffee.

They all knew what was going on. Even Chimney was agitated.

The Buckley parents were in town.

Thankfully the B shift was arriving and everyone was finishing their things before heading for the locker room, except for Buck.

He was still sitting at the wooden table, staring at his hand. Eddie came closer, he let his fingers touch Buck’s shoulder first so he was aware of someone touching him and then Eddie set his whole hand there.

Buck didn’t flinch or tried to move away. They always seemed to be aware of each other all the time, not even being surprised when there was contact between them.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

“I need to go home and change before…” Buck looked almost devastated at the thought of having to go. There was something Eddie hadn’t told him yet.

“And you are going to do that. I’m pretty sure I have some of your clothes at the house.”

“I don’t think that my parents would approve if I showed up with a hoodie.” Buck sighed throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“Fine, but show up after it, I think a boost of Christopher will do wonders for you,” Eddie smirked as he saw a small but genuine smile trying to show up on Buck’s lips at the mention of Christopher. “Besides I need a ride.”

Like that Eddie dropped the bomb.

“What?” Buck stared at him in confusion.

“I’m going to this dinner with you. I told you years ago that I had your back. I wasn’t there last time but I will be now.” Eddie had gotten a call from Maddie suggesting it, a way to help Buck be at ease with this dinner. Eddie couldn’t even promise that he would behave around the Buckley parents.

“Eddie…” Buck’s tone was something so intimate, something just for them and it felt off that the B shift was around for this.

“Go and you know where to find me. I even bought wine.” Before leaving his friend, Eddie squeezed Buck’s shoulder which got him a shy smile from him.

It was a win.

Eddie noticed the look he got from his best friend when he opened the front door, the glance making him blush a little, he might hate the Buckley parents but Eddie still wanted to look presentable and like he belonged next to Buck.

“Don’t.” Eddie warned but got a smirk in return.

“And you were trying to convince me to just go wearing a hoodie?” Buck stepped inside the house barely leaving any space between them.

He was wearing one of his most formal button-ups, Eddie probably only saw him wear it once before. Even if Buck looked great, he still looked uncomfortable. The difference was stunning between Buck wearing something like this and a hoodie. Around the house when Buck was in his most comfortable clothes he seemed to feel happier, more comfortable, and young, because deep down Buck was still that young guy that Eddie met. Same hopeful and open-hearted person, that slowly was learning from his own mistakes. That slowly had fit next to Eddie so easily and into his life. A partner like he never had before.

“Just go see your best friend.” Eddie deflected. He was pretty sure that Buck wasn’t going to forget this talk and just put it away for later.

Buck moved easily around the house to find Christopher and the laughter filling the house was also filling Eddie’s heart with joy and pride. He could give this to Buck, for as long as the other wanted it.

Eddie busied himself with a few simple chores around the house. Buck wasn’t the only one that was nervous about this dinner, they were all a bit on edge with it even people who weren’t going to be there.

Their closest friend knew what the Buckley siblings had gone through with their parents.

Eddie leaned against the door frame as he watched Buck and Christopher interact, with Buck making or trying to make some dinosaur sounds while having around a t-rex toy. It’s been a while since Chris had used it but it was enough to make the both of them laugh. Eddie grinned, bottling up this moment inside his heart, how they look so happy and carefree.

Knocking on the door Eddie got their attention.

“It’s time to go boys.” They both pouted, making them look like father and son. Eddie understood why so many people confused Buck as Chris’ dad. Which deep down he was.

He could see Buck’s posture change right away, hopefully, Eddie could help him out during dinner.

They dropped off Chris at Hen, Eddie had already talked to her and Karen about Chris staying over since they didn’t know how everything was going to go. Buck even got one of Chris’ tight hugs for good luck, which led to Buck quickly pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes to push his tears away.

The ride to Chimney and Maddie’s new house was quiet, Buck parked his Jeep outside but didn’t move from his seat.

“Take as long as you want.” Eddie tried to help his best friend relax, he almost reached for Buck’s hand.

“They won’t wait forever,” Buck said with a sad chuckle. “I can’t believe I’m bringing you to this.”

“You aren’t. Your sister did.” Eddie took a deep breath. “When they came back to LA that first time I wanted to be there for you.”

“Yeah, I remember how well that dinner went.” Buck sighed letting his head rest against the headrest and closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t bring you into this mess.”

“Let me do this for you, okay? You stepped with me into my mess before.” Eddie remembered how much it meant when Buck found him on his bedroom floor, how it felt like a rescuing rope. Blue eyes stared at him, Eddie knew that Buck would do it all over again. “I am gonna do the same for you. Just like you deserve.”

“Eddie…” There was so much vulnerability in just a simple word.

“You can’t keep hiding your parents from me. You have met mine and you know Tia Pepa and Abuela.” Eddie tried his best to lighten up the mood and he was able to get a soft smile from Buck at the mention of his closest family.

Both Abuela and Pepa loved Buck with all their heart and Eddie really couldn’t judge them because he loved his best friend more than he should.

They got out of the Jeep and headed to the door, Eddie rested his hand on Buck’s lower back to encourage him, to assure him that he was right there by his side.

Maddie was the one opening the door for them, quickly pulling Buck into a tight hug and whispering something in his ear. Eddie admired their relationship, and how close they were even with everything that was thrown at them. How they leaned on each other to survive the madness of their childhood.

They could hear Jee fussing inside the house, so they all follow the sound to find her in Margaret��s arms trying to get free. Maddie quickly rescued her daughter, looking as apologetic as she could, which in Eddie’s opinion it was more than Margaret deserved.

“I’m sorry, she doesn’t do well with strangers.” Jee was already hiding herself in Maddie’s arms.

“Evan.” It was the first word coming out of Margaret’s mouth toward them, it sounded as cold as her eyes looked. Their blue had nothing to do with Buck’s.

Eddie loved Buck’s first name, the truth was that, but he knew how Buck felt toward the name and now he could see why. It didn’t only feel cold but also tainted, toxic like poison spreading through your bloodstream. It wasn’t even directed at Eddie but he could feel all of that.

Her eyes moved from her son to Eddie, like they would threaten him in any way.

“You are?” Phillip stood behind his wife, a small nod shared with his son.

“Eddie Diaz.” Eddie introduced himself not even bothering to offer his hand for a handshake. He looked over at Buck, he looked like a kid that had just messed up even if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Just come by to drop, Evan?” Margaret asked and then looked at her son. “Didn’t you have a car?”

“I do, Eddie is an important part of my life so I think he should be here.” To anyone else, it might sound confident but to people that really knew Buck, it was possible to notice that he was nervous.

“I’m Buck’s partner, I work with both him and Chim- Howard. And Maddie invited me.” Eddie clenched his jaw, trying to keep as expressionless as possible, his shoulder pressing into Buck’s. I got your back.

Before things could escalate any further, Chimney brought the food to the table with a warm and pleased smile as he called everyone for dinner.

A really long dinner ahead of them.

It started quiet and Eddie could feel Buck relaxing a bit at his side, especially when interacting with Jee, it was adorable to see and Eddie couldn’t keep the smile off his face while watching.

“I always forget how good you are with kids.” The table went quiet with Margaret’s comment, it almost sounded nice. “When are you giving me grandchildren, Evan?”

And it was gone just like that, all the little good mood that was starting to settle.

Eddie felt his best friend tense up again, it had only been a few minutes of quietness, instantly he reached under the table and settle his hand on Buck’s leg - right above his knee. In hope that it would help in any way but also to keep Eddie himself from saying something.

“I clearly didn’t get it from you.” Buck stated, before turning back his attention to Jee. Eddie couldn’t help but smirk, Chimney had a funny face on like he had just imagined that, and Maddie looked resigned that this dinner was about to go to hell.

“Evan.” It was a warning.

“It’s not a lie, I don’t remember you or dad ever playing with me.” Buck had tried, Eddie had seen it.

He had tried to give his parents an opportunity and they didn’t take it, most of Buck’s life had been him giving them chances and they never once cared to grab it.

“You know why.” This time it was Phillip, he almost looked like a puppet in Margaret’s hands.

“I know for what? Two years? Nothing changed, so you don’t get to ask me about my life. I came because I love my sister.” Buck stopped to look at Maddie and give her a soft smile before turning his expression back to blank and turning to his parents. “I didn’t come here to fight.”

It was shivering to see Buck act this cold, it was nothing like him. Buck was always gentle and soft unless you hurt his family, he wears his heart on his sleeve and gives opportunities, but now Buck seemed done with his parents.

“We are not going to have this conversation with…strangers.” Margaret looked between Buck and Eddie.

“Eddie is not a stranger. Hell, he is an amazing father and one that I hoped I had, one that I hope that I can be.” It wasn’t the first time that Buck has even complimented Eddie about him being a good dad to Chris, but this time it felt so much more charged.

Maybe it was because Buck had slipped his own hand under the table and found Eddie’s, holding it like a lifeline. Eddie intertwined their fingers and gave it a squeeze. He would always be there for his best friend.

“Evan-”

“Don’t.” It was incredible how Buck sounded calm, even if Eddie knew that inside his head everything was chaotic. “Whenever you come here it's to hurt us. I get it, you lost a kid, but you had two more. Maddie is an amazing mother.” Blue eyes were starting to get glassy with unshed tears, only getting worst when Buck shared a look with his sister. “I know that she will do an amazing job with Jee because she did it with me.”

Eddie saw how Maddie reached for her brother, hand wrapping around the hand he still had resting on top of the table. Even Chimney looked proud of his almost brother-in-law.

“We are your parents!” Margaret raised her voice but seemed to control herself when she noticed that Jee seemed a bit scared at that.

“You are the people that contributed to my DNA. Family doesn’t end with blood and in this case, the family I have here? In LA? Is the one I care about, it's the one who has been there when I needed it. Is the one that loves me for who I am. Last time I asked you to love me anyway, but I deserve more than that. I deserve people that love me despite my flaws, that just love me.”

Eddie had never felt so proud of Buck just like right now, standing up for himself and his chosen family.

“It’s because of him that you are doing this?” It almost felt like the words were sharp knives being thrown at Eddie, and he couldn’t help but snort as he stared challengingly at Margaret.

“No. He is doing it for himself, because he has crappy parents.” Eddie finally spoke, no longer able to hide his hatred for them. “You really think that everyone else is the problem and not you two?”

“How dare you speak to me like that? You know nothing about this family.”

“I do, and I still get surprised every time with how the two of you were so lucky to have such amazing kids and not love them. I can’t even believe that you are their real parents, Maddie and Buck are nothing like you. They are kind and amazing people ready to help others and I know for sure that Jee-Yun couldn’t have better parents.” Eddie then turned to look at Buck that seemed a bit surprised and in awe at the same time. “I know that Evan is an amazing parent, one that you two can never be, that is why he is the legal guardian for my kid.”

They really haven’t discussed it much after the shooting, it took them a lot of time to even talk a little about the shooting but they definitely hadn’t shared it with anyone else. Buck probably didn’t even tell his sister considering how surprised Maddie looked.

“Is that the kid you keep posting pictures with?” Phillip sounded surprised but not at all at the same time.

Buck seemed torn, probably not wanting to drag Christopher into this.

“That handicapped kid?! You rather choose him than us? Then having a normal life?!” This was escalating quickly by Margaret’s words.

Before Eddie could say anything Buck was already standing up, pushing his hands against the table to make himself look bigger.

“Don’t you dare. That kid is the smartest, kindest, and bravest kid I ever met. I would even say than any person in the world.” Buck let out through grunted teeth. “He saved me when I thought I couldn’t be saved, he fought for me and saved me from myself. He loves me with all his heart and I love him like he was my own. He doesn’t have one flaw that you can point out.”

Eddie couldn’t help but just kept staring at Buck, now his tears freely falling.

“I should be spending my night with him and not with you two.” It was the last thing that Buck said before starting to walk for the door.

“I will take care of him.” Eddie quickly said to Maddie, she gave him a small nod.

Eddie felt a bit bad for leaving his friends to deal with the Buckley parents but Buck needed him more.

When Eddie left the house Buck was already near the Jeep, using it as support to catch his breath not from the walk outside but from everything he just let out of his chest.

“I’m so proud of you, Buck…” Eddie felt himself on the edge too, he hated to see Buck like this especially when he didn’t really know what to do to help more.

“I feel like a piece of shit of a son.” Buck looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

Eddie grimaced at that, he knew exactly how Buck felt even if he was the right one in this situation. He reached out and squeezed Buck’s shoulder gently.

“I know, it’s an ability parents have. To make us feel like shit even when they are the ones who are wrong.” Eddie sighed. “I hope to never make that mistake with Christopher.”

“We both know you won’t.” Buck cleaned his tears away even showing a little smile, standing up a bit straighter now.

“Let me take the Jeep, I promise to not scratch it.” Eddie teased as he offered his hand, Buck still seemed unsure to give him the keys.

They shifted their usual seats. If Eddie was being honest, it felt weird to be the one driving and especially being the Jeep. Still, it was necessary, Buck looked like he was ready to pass out and sleep for the next few hours.

Eddie drove along the dark roads with Buck at his side either messing with the radio station or just resting his head against the window and stare outside.

“Where are we going?” Buck sounded just as tired as he looked.

“I know you probably just want to sleep all of this away, but I think we need one more thing that we need.” Eddie wanted to reach for Buck’s hand again, try to comfort him as much as possible but they were alone now it was far too different from before.

Eddie could feel Buck looking at him in confusion but all of that went away when he parked the Jeep outside of the Wilson’s household.

“Eddie…you told him he could have a sleepover with Denny.” Buck didn’t move from his spot on the passenger seat.

“You know how much Christopher loves you. He will rather be with us.” Eddie could already see the tears starting to pool in Buck’s eyes. “You don’t have to go inside, you can stay here.”

“No, I will go with you. It will be good to see familiar faces.”

As soon as they got inside the house Buck was taken into Hen’s arms before Karen replaced her wife. Eddie quickly greeted the two women before heading towards Denny’s bedroom, knocking on the door before poking his head inside.

“Hi, boys.”

“Hi.” They said in unison without looking away from their game.

“Wait, have we been playing all night?” Christopher paused their game to stare at his father.

“No.” Eddie tried to offer a reassuring smile but he probably failed at that, his son has always been an observant kid. “The dinner was rough on Buck, he needs a bit of cheering up. I know I said you could stay for a sleepover-”

He was cut off by Chris getting up and starting to pack his things, sometimes Eddie forgot that Buck was his best friend but also Chris’ and that his son would always be there for Buck as well.

“I promise that next time we have a weekend off I will let you boys pick whatever you want.” Eddie knew he would probably regret it later.

As soon as Christopher headed for the living room Buck started to crouch down to take the boy in his arms, lifting him up from the floor. Almost like Chris was a koala hugging a tree. Eddie could see Hen and Karen look at their friend with a soft expression and Eddie couldn’t really judge them since he knew that his face was doing a lot worst.

This time the ride home wasn’t quiet, Chris filled the silence easily by talking about the game he and Denny had been playing. Even with the rough evening that Buck had he still paid attention to every word that Chris said to him.

Finally with the three of them under the same roof, and in their home, Eddie could feel himself relax a bit more. Christopher quickly changed into his pajamas and Buck changed into some more comfortable clothes, like his favorite hoodie. And it felt like should be Eddie’s every night.

They settled on the couch with Christopher using Buck’s side as support instead of the couch, they had some movie in the background, but it was obvious that neither of them was really paying attention to it.

“You could have stayed with Denny.” Buck broke the silence, his words being aimed at Christopher that looked up at him with a frown.

“No,” Christopher said seriously. Probably as serious as Eddie as ever seen him. “Buck, you are family and when family needs us we are there for them. You need us more.”

Eddie had to fight back at his own tears, Buck looked up at the ceiling to not let Chris see it but it was a last cause.

“Don’t ever change.” Buck said and after he kissed Chris’ curls.

Eddie knew his son was getting too big for all of this attention but he didn’t even flinch or tried to pull away from the gesture. If anything, Christopher buried himself deeper into Buck’s side.

Slowly Eddie let his eyes fall shut for a few seconds, they had a long shift and an exhausting dinner, it was bound to happen. So, when he opened his eyes again he saw that also Chris and Buck had fallen asleep.

Chris was mostly using Buck as a pillow and Buck had fallen asleep with his hand supporting his face, elbow pressed against the back of the couch. There was no way this could be comfortable and even if Eddie didn’t want to move he still did.

Carefully, he picked his son up, it had been so long since he had to do this and it was heartwarming that he could still do it. Christopher was growing so fast that soon Eddie wouldn’t be able to do this anymore.

Eddie tucked his son into his bed before returning to the living room to find Buck already awake, even though it was clear how sleepy he still was, how he was fighting back his desire to close his eyes again.

“Thank you.” Buck was hoarse from his little nap.

“For what?” Eddie sat down next to his best friend, their knees knocking on each other as they sat sideways on the couch so that they would be facing each other.

“For being there with me. For getting Chris to cheer me up. For having my back.”

Buck did look a lot better than before, calmer and less guilty for what had happened.

“You know that I am always here for you.” Eddie should be a lot more stressed out about this than he was, he had come to terms with his feeling towards his best friend and it didn’t scare him as much anymore. He knew a simple choice of words could reveal all that was trapped inside his chest, so close to his heart. “You know how much Christopher loves you, I know he would rather be here than anywhere else.”

“Do you?” Buck asked with a hint of hope and fear at the same time. “Love me?”

They have had this conversation before, but not just the two of them. They all made it clear to their chosen family that they all loved each other even if sometimes they drove each other crazy. They had much more good moments than bad ones. So yes, they had said I love you to each other before but not in this context. Not when it was just the two of them, without any shield to protect them from what really was created between them.

“I do.” Eddie saw Buck’s breathing hitch at the confirmation and after a few seconds, it came out as a breath of relief.

“You know…after that my parents probably think that we are dating.” Buck was obviously testing the waters, they both knew that at this point Buck really didn’t take his parents' opinion into consideration.

“And they clearly didn’t like it.” Eddie snorted, pressing his knee harder against Buck’s. “Would that be so bad?”

He didn’t know where all this bravery came from, but Eddie needed to know if this was the moment that would change their relationship from further on.

Buck seemed to be taken by surprise when Eddie dare himself from looking down from their legs to his best friend’s face. This whole conversation had been spinning around the same thing, how Eddie and Buck were always there for each other and they would be there for Chris too. Like a family. Just the three of them.

“Kiss me.”

Eddie wanted to do it so badly, he had to stop himself from reaching out to Buck and just give in to his request.

Buck’s face started to crumble into an expression of regret with how long Eddie was taking to answer him or really do anything.

“I want to. But not tonight. I don’t want this to happen due to your shitty parents.” Eddie couldn’t really hide his dislike for them. “So, I promise. We have all the time in the world”

And as if to seal his promise Eddie reaches out, gently resting his hand on Buck’s neck. With his thumb, he caressed his best friend’s jaw and he watched as Buck leaned into the touch. Then, Eddie pressed his lips against Buck’s forehead, he stood there longer than necessary before pulling away to get up.

“Get some sleep.” Eddie wanted to bring Buck with him to bed, and reassure him that everything would be fine. They just needed a little more time to get there.

It took Eddie longer than he planned. It had been a full week since the dinner with Buckley's parents and between shifts and everything else he and Buck really hadn’t had much time alone. Everyone was there for Buck, to make sure that he was okay after they heard what had happened.

At first, Buck had a hard time facing him but it only lasted about one day before they had gone back to their usual BuckandEddie thing, their looks would be caught on each other for longer and so would their touches, they didn’t look away anymore when the other caught them staring. They were slowly getting there.

It took them a trip to the grocery store for Eddie to finally take that final step. They had just come off their shift and were getting some things so they wouldn’t need to leave the house on their day off.

Buck was looking at him with two different types of cheese and asking which one Eddie wanted. Before Eddie could think much about it he closed any distance between them, his hands on each side of Buck’s face and if it was any other time Buck’s comical face would make Eddie laugh, but instead, he just kissed his best friend in the middle of the grocery store.

For a second there Eddie really thought that it had screwed up badly until Buck dropped everything in his hands to kiss him back, like kissing Eddie was the air that Buck needed to breathe.

“What was that for?” Buck was confused and Eddie couldn’t blame him since he didn’t give the other any warning.

“For you just being you.” Eddie really had no other reason, well that and the fact that he loved Buck as he had never loved any other partner. “I think we have waited long enough, I think we are on the right time.”

“I agree.” Buck smiled widely, those fucking sunshine smiles that Eddie loved so much, he could bet that all the warmth he was feeling inside of him was because of the smile that Buck was offering him.

Buck pecked his lips before going back to the cheese picking struggle.

“Babe, just take both.” Eddie found himself saying and the way that Buck lit up at the nickname made Eddie want to say it again.

“I don’t think I will get used to that.” Buck confessed like it was their secret.

“To what? To me calling you that?”

“To that, to kissing you and to being loved by you.”

“You were already loved by me before. The rest?” Eddie smirked taking the shopping cart in his hands so they could keep going without everyone staring at them. “We have a lifetime to get used to.”

Eddie wasn’t really a romantic person even with all the telenovelas he watched but with Buck? Buck had every side of him, the good and the bad. And he knew that he had all of Buck too.

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• I’LL ALWAYS BE HERE •

pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington (pov)

request: from anonymous; i am getting a little over reading stories where eddie is the cheater. if you have any availability to write a story about his girlfriend’s infidelity. eddie and his oc character have a seemingly wonderful and physical relationship, so this quite blindsides eddie. he then has to choose between making the relationship work, or walking away forever.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; painful levels of comforttttt for eddie, sad baby eddie, mentions of dwugs and infidelity, confusing thoughts between friends, etc.

word count: ~2k

note: i love this idea! haven’t written anything like it before so please be gentle <3 took some creative initiative here so i’m very nervous c:

When Eddie gave you the call, you had absolutely no idea what to expect. He sounded a bit troubled. He had that quiver to his voice that you only heard once before. When you found him in his old dealer's boat shed. Back when he had that broken bottle against your throat. Funny how close you both have become since that night.

He called and asked, "Hey Harrington, can I come over?" Your mind went straight to concern. Eddie doesn’t ask to come over. He typically calls to let you know he’s having a smoke out in his trailer. Him coming over, plus the quiver to his voice, leaves you in a fit of panic. Of course, you never had to worry about anyone coming over seeing as your family is always out on some “vacation.” You hope that he is okay, but your entire body is confidently telling you he isn’t.

A knock at the door. You brush a hand through your hair. Nerves getting the best of you. “Hey man,” you say as you open the door. There he stood. His hair more disheveled than his usual. You have never seen his eyes more brown. You swear you see ember flakes in them. A reddish pink floods the parts of his eyes that should be white. The tip of his nose particularly pink as well. He’s been crying, you think to yourself.

Without saying a word, you step back and gesture for him to come inside. Eddie shoots you a small smile with a nod as he walks into your living room. He takes a seat on your couch. You follow him on the other end, providing him with space. You intertwine your hands together as you wait for him to say his first word. Something was definitely wrong and you do not want to rush him through this. You rarely get the chance to actually feel your emotions. If Eddie decided yours was a safe place to express those feelings, you sure as shit do not want to rush him.

“It’s Emily,” he mutters as he rubs his face. You slowly look up to see a small tear race down his cheek. He rubs his face once again. “Is she okay?” you ask in a low tone. Involuntarily, your eyebrows pull together as you are concerned for her safety. Unfortunately, you both are privy to life and death situations. “She’s fine. She’s more than fine,” he replies with a scoff.

You remain quiet, knowing that any questions about that statement would be for you and at no benefit to him. Eddie laughs with a shake of his head. “I’ve been holding on to this for a couple days,” he pauses. “I caught her with someone,” he whispers. Despite all the alarm bells going off in your head, you focus all your power into not showing any expression. You are just here to listen and only respond when he would like you to. “She fucking cheated on me, man,” he says with a crack to his voice.

“Eddie, I-” you start. He brushes his hand through his hair. His curly bangs fall back onto his forehead. You watch as his face scrunches together. This muscles continuing to shift between expressing sadness and anger. “I don’t even understand,” he mumbles. “How can I be here for you right now?” you ask, bringing your eyes back to your hands.

Eddie stops, confused by your question. Slowly raising your eyes to his, you note the tips of his eyebrows furrowing together. His eyes innocent and beautiful. His lips parting ever so slightly as his confusion grows. “What do you mean, Steve?” he asks.

He never calls you “Steve.” Just the way he says it leaves shivers throughout your spine. With a clearing of your throat, you rephrase, “Would you like me to listen or help you find a solution?” Eddie scoffs, his light laughter fills the air. A smirk appears on his right cheek. “I appreciate that,” he shares. “I think I want you to listen and tell me what you think. Don’t hold anything back. Harsh truth.”

You nod. “You’re sure?” you ask cautiously. Eddie nods as he rest back into the cushion. He curls into himself. “I caught Emily with another dude. I walked into our trailer and there was some shitty song blasting. And then there he was - fucking her on our bed,” his eyes focus on a point on your carpet. He strains them to force them not to tear. It is abundantly clear that he cares deeply for this girl.

“What did you do?” you ask. Your eyes drop to his knuckles, to his rings. Are they bloody? Bruised? “I really thought I was going to see red. I could see myself choking that dude out. Acting like my dad, but I didn’t. I just made sure she saw me before I walked out,” he mumbles, sulking deeper within the couch.

You nod as you shift your sit to look at him head on. “She was so embarrassed and shocked. You know, the first thing she said to me was ‘you were supposed to be practicing with the band,’” Eddie shares as his lips pull, disgusted. He stands up, ready for his monologue. “Then she started the water works. Telling me that she was depressed after she lost Max and how she was making all these bad decisions. Well, you know who else lost Max? Me!” he yells to the empty space. He shakes his head as he crouches down in the middle of your bland living room set.

You slowly approach him, sitting cross legged beside him on the floor. You gently place a hand upon his shoulder, feeling the rough leathered texture at your fingertips. “She was begging me, begging me to forgive her,” he says. His hands gesturing in front of him, trying to grasp onto some kind of reality. “Did you guys talk about Max?” you ask without making eye contact. “It wasn’t really talking as it was her listening. I was fucked up, you know I was fucked up. I know you were too,” he mutters as he nods your way. “But she... As far as I could tell, she was perfectly fine. She never skipped a beat. Always smiling, being the beautiful, silly girl I always love. When she did have a hard time, I held her while she cried - like I always do, but she never said anything about Max.”

Eddie drags his palms across his face. His face showing confusion. Pain. You bite your lip as you feel all his frustrated energy fill the room. Every part of your body felt disgusted with the thought of Emily. You would have never expected this from her. Their relationship seemed absolutely perfect. Nothing could tear them a part. Just the other day, the two of them excused themselves from a party to go do god knows what. You could remember their giggles and smirks as they snuck out the door, hand in hand. You never saw this coming. It sounds like he didn’t see it either.

“I don’t know what to do, Harrington. Without a doubt, I was sure she was the love of my life. I was seeing stars and shit anytime I caught a glimpse of her. I wouldn’t need to ever worry about being alone anymore,” Eddie says as he finally lands on his bottom. He extends his legs out as he rests his weight back on the palms of his hands. “Now, I’m not so sure. Could the love of my life really do something like this to me?” he asks, turning his head towards you. His eyes still red. The chocolate in his eyes ever so clear. He wanted an answer. His bottom lip slightly trembling.

You sigh as you raise your eyes towards him. “Do you think this is something you can forgive? Genuinely forgive and leave in the past to never think of again,” you ask. Eddie’s jaw immediately clenches in response. Eyes swiftly move away from you. His body language pulls from you. You quickly fear that you upset him. Never would you wish to cause him harm. He was one of your closest friends. Your fellow soldier in war. Someone you trusted deeply. And then there are those confusing feelings about your friendship that you never dare admit. “I’m sorry,” you quickly add.

Eddie shakes his head as he gives you a forced smile. “No, you don’t have to apologize,” he whispers. With a gulp, he looks back over to you. “That’s a really hard question.” You nod as you push your hand through your hair. “I know,” you mumble under your breath. “I don’t think so,” he says but abruptly stops as though something was caught in his throat. He reaches for his throat as tears roll down his cheeks. He looks like he is struggling to breathe. Your hand quickly places between his shoulder blades. You lean over in concern. Your face tauntingly close to his.

Eddie smiles as he comfortingly places a hand upon your back as well. “I’m okay,” he assures. “Just really hard to get that out.” You smile with a sigh, pulling your hand from him. He keeps his upon your back. “I’m happy to hear it,” you add. He nods furiously as he pulls his mouth from one side to the other. “I don’t think I would ever trust her again. And it’s not because she cheated. It’s because of what she said - that she thought I was with Corroded Coffin,” he passionately shares. “That was the first thing from her mouth. She planned to be with him when she knew I would be gone. And then, she apologized.”

Nodding, you share, “Yeah, the timeline is a little fucked.” Eddie scoffs, “Right?!” He pats your back as he finally pulls his palm back. Your body immediately sorrowed as you long for his touch. “Thank you, Steve,” he expresses as he chews on his bottom lip. Once you are able to gain his eyeliner, you reply, “Of course. I’ll always be here for you, Eddie.” A smile appears on his face. The first genuine smile all night.

In an effort to quickly move from expressing any other emotions, you change the subject. “I’m more than happy to keep talking about this, but if you want... we could also have a couple beers. I also got some Famous Amos and brought home those new Harrison Ford movies from the shop,” you share with excitement. You are not ready for him to leave. Eddie laughs, “What’re they called? Jones?” “Yeah! Indiana Jones or something like that. I don’t know. I haven’t seen ‘em yet,” you respond with a chuckle. “I haven’t seen ‘em either,” he says with a smile. “Let’s start with those beers.”

You smile as you quickly stand from the floor. Your excitement leads you towards the kitchen. “If you want, we could totally ring up Henderson. I don’t know why or how, but when I have a shit day that little dude just brightens it up,” you add. Eddie stands and follows you. Another genuine smile appears on his face. The redness from his eyes and nose slowly lessening. You reach into the your cabinet to get two bags of cookies. “I know exactly what you’re talking about,” he laughs as he shakes his head. He leans back onto the counter, resting upon his hands. You grab hold of the fridge door to collect your drinks.“But no, I’m good. I rather it just be us if that’s alright,” he says nonchalantly.

You smile, a full-toothed grin, as you open the fridge, knowing that only your carton of milk will know. You grab your beers as you stand up “Sounds good to me,” you reply as you walk with him towards the living room once again. You hope to fill it with happiness, because Eddie Munson deserves nothing less.

note: hope it was the right amount of emo eddie

• nav • no-no plagiarism • one shot • requests open •

#Eddie munson fandom #Eddie munson fic #Eddie munson request #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfic #st fanfic #st comfort #Eddie x steve #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fandom

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ticket for one

prompt: accidentally taking someone’s seat at the movie theater

note: i am not at all afraid of horror, i loveeeee horror movies. but i had to work with my imagination. gonna try and push myself more to write :). hope you guys enjoy. thank u moli for proofreading.

🏷 : @wandaromanova @c-is-writing @nermalina

. . .

it wasn’t often that natasha was able to go out and enjoy a life of her own. she was needed almost 24/7 at her job. natasha wasn’t one to complain, but even the most skilled and profound agents couldn’t avoid exhaustion.

she needed a break. and per natasha’s request, she asked for a few weeks off several months prior.

a touch of normalcy greeted natasha as soon as she arrived at her destination. it was a small, forgotten town just a few states over, but it was one that functioned perfectly fine on its own. she felt lighter being away from new york, like she could finally breathe on her own.

the maryland wind kept natasha’s lips dry and chapped while loose red hair brushed against her face. her hands were shoved deep in the pockets of her jacket in an attempt to stay warm. she felt small.

“for such a well-trained spy, you sure know how to forget the basic necessities,” she mumbled to herself.

natasha didn’t have anything in particular planned for the day. she would probably stop by the store and pick up a few essentials, maybe go to the park and sit for a while. it was only a three-block walk, not far at all compared to the hikes she’s had to do for missions.

on her way there a brightly lit cinema caught the russian’s eye. she stopped in her tracks. natasha couldn’t remember the last time she went to the theaters. a vague memory of her and yelena dragging melina into the theater flashed across natasha’s mind.

her eyes followed the dimly lit board to see the 80s version of house on sorority row was playing. she bit her lip, finally giving in when she was greeted with the smell of freshly made popcorn. natasha was just in time too, the trailers for other movies would still be playing.

and even though natasha had a comfortable amount of confidence, she couldn’t lie to herself, it did feel pretty awkward asking for one singular ticket.

human nature, she supposed.

she was quick to select a seat on the digital screen, picking the farthest one away from the screen on the outside corner of the aisle.

however, when natasha made her way into the theater, she frowned. someone else was already sitting in her selected seat. it was a dumb thing to be annoyed by, she knew that, but she needed to sit there. natasha wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation either.

so the redhead made her way in front of your line of view.

“uhm can i help you?”

natasha hated that you looked so adorable as you stared at her.

“you’re in my seat.”

“o-oh, i’m sorry.” you blushed shyly, squirming your way out of her seat and down a few spots. there was a gap of 4 chairs between the two of you. she watched as you embarrassingly made yourself comfortable in your newly selected location.

you’d never been more thankful for a nearly empty theater in your life. lucky for you, the movie began to play.

but fifteen minutes later you found yourself staring at the redhead. she looked half tense, her fingers tapped on the armrest. then you noticed her choice of clothing – a grey sweatshirt with perfectly fitted sweatpants, but not the kind you’d wear around your house. your eyes traveled to her face, and oh my god you’d never seen a woman more beautiful than her.

“i know you didn’t pay to stare at me the entire time now did you?” her tone of voice was lighthearted, so you knew she wasn’t being rude.

and once again, you’d embarrassed yourself in front of the woman.

“i didn’t pay at all actually,” you stammered. “sorry for…. staring.” she nodded her head and averted her eyes back to the screen. you followed suit, this time promising yourself not to make any more awkward mistakes.

you completely missed the grin natasha had on her face. she found it kind of funny that you’d snuck in, but she couldn’t really blame you. movie tickets weren’t always worth the cost.

throughout the movie natasha could see you shift uncomfortably out of the corner of her eye, sometimes cringing at bloody scenes. she giggled before moving to sit next to you.

“sneak into the wrong movie?” her voice startled you causing your hand to fall over your chest. your eyes snapped down to her lips, only to be met with a smirk. “hi.” you whispered softly. natasha almost instantly caught on to the fact that you didn’t recognize her.

she didn’t want to sound arrogant or anything, but she’s an avenger. who didn’t know about the group of six? nonetheless, the russian relaxed a little more knowing you wouldn’t bombard her with questions.

“do you need to hold my hand?” her teasing nature and the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous completely wrecked your brain. the mystery woman raised her eyebrow in question, clearly still waiting on your answer.

“i don’t even know your name.”

“natasha.”

you nodded, “well, natasha, i’m y/n. and yes- yes, i’d like to hold your hand.” she flipped the armrest up so you could be more comfortable before clasping her hand in yours. you felt warm in contrast to her cold fingertips and you took note of the softness of her skin.

neither one of you knew exactly what you were doing, but you both surprised yourselves by enjoying the other’s company.

a third of the way through the movie natasha looked down to see you unknowingly leaning into her side. it was cute.

“first you’re in my seat, now you’re cuddling into my arm. are we on a date, y/n?”

when you realized how close you were to the complete stranger of a woman, you pushed yourself away. apologies began to spill out but natasha was quick to cut you off by cupping her hand over your mouth.

“do you plan on sneaking into any other movies today?” you shook your head, confused as to why natasha was asking you this question. “do you have any plans after this?” once again you shook your head.

you were just about to ask her why she was questioning you when she cut you off.

“then let me take you out on a date.”

“what?”

natasha hid her nervousness – because honestly, what the hell was she even thinking? asking a stranger to go out on a date with her?

she licked her lips, “would you like to go out- on a date with me?”

you broke out into a smile, squeezing her hand for reassurance. “yes, i would love that.”

who knew such a simple mistake could result in a pretty woman taking you out on a date?

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #black widow x reader

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