The Gift that Keeps on Giving - Part 2
Part 1
minor TW: Cheating (you'll see)
Working out how to tell Eddie they can’t keep this up is harder than it seems. How does he say that he’s too close to falling for him and they should just go back to the beginning and make this a business transaction, or forget Steve even asked? Backing himself out of this corner isn’t easy. He types out so many messages and deletes them, his thumbs hurt. He finally sends something short and to the point. A quick ‘I can’t do this anymore, but thank you for everything.’
That’s met with radio silence. He checks the chat later to see that it’s been read, but there’s no response. No little ellipses bubble telling him a reply is forthcoming. No thumbs up or impersonal got it. Just nothing. He goes to their account and sees it’s still actively posting about the tour, so Eddie’s been on and had a chance to reply, but he hasn’t. Before Steve can let that sink in and ruin his day, there’s a knock on his door.
There’s a courier there, an inconspicuous man that Steve frowns at. He isn’t expecting anything from his father, but he takes the envelope and signs for it. The contents surprise him. The small Stevie written at the top that he runs his fingers over in disbelief. He doesn’t remember telling Eddie his address. Maybe there are perks to having a legal team and record label behind you. It doesn’t really matter how he figured it out. Because out falls two tickets to the Corroded Coffin show in Indy. The show that’s just two days away.
Eddie followed through on his promise. Steve thought he’d forgotten all about the reason they started talking. He certainly was flirting enough to make Steve forget. There’s the possibility that Steve was reading too much into it. Tone is hard to gauge over text. Eddie’s probably like this with everyone. Playing it up to maintain that rockstar image. It probably didn’t mean anything to him, while Steve’s insides were molten lava every time his phone pinged with a reply from Eddie.
It’s bittersweet to be holding these in his hands after everything that’s happened over the past few weeks. He got what he wanted, but at what cost? The realization that he doesn’t want his boyfriend. He wants Eddie Munson. Who he has no chance in hell with. Does he even deserve to take his boyfriend to this show? Eddie never should’ve sent the tickets after Steve lured him in and ghosted him with a quick message and no further explanation. He should probably tell his boyfriend the truth, hand over the tickets and admit what a failure this relationship has become because of him. All it took was a rockstar paying attention to him to make him stray, so how good of a boyfriend can he be, tickets or no tickets.
Turns out the distance between him and his boyfriend wasn’t one sided. When Steve walks in on him with another man that night, ready to confess and hand over the tickets, it should be more shocking, or at least more devastating. He’s all too aware that the anger he should feel is nonexistent. Steve’s been cheated on before and it’s never a pleasant feeling, but it feels hypocritical to get mad at him, given where Steve’s thoughts and feelings have been over the past few weeks.
Steve heads home with a weight off his chest. Lightest he’s felt since Robin pointed out his honeymoon eyes over Eddie’s messages. There’s not much love lost on this relationship, but he doesn’t know what to do with the tickets now that his boyfriend’s out of the picture. He doesn’t try reaching out to Eddie again, unsure how anything he’ll send would even be received. But he doesn’t want to just let them go to waste, not after everything.
He winds up dragging Robin to the show. She’s not into this kind of music, and Steve wasn’t either, at first, but Eddie is electrifying when he performs and Steve was drawn in from that first music video and hasn’t stopped listening since. And Robin loves Steve. She’d do anything for him, and he’s never more thankful to have her at his side when he hands over the tickets and they’re ushered backstage.
There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary on the tickets as far as Steve saw, but something must have tipped the system off that they weren’t run-of-the-mill tickets. Security guards escort them into a tunnel, where they get on a golf cart and get whisked away to an unknown destination. Robin’s whining under her breath that they shouldn’t have come and Steve’s having flashbacks to herding children through the back of the mall when he was slinging ice cream and getting bullied by Nancy's younger brother into free movies for him and his friends.
The destination turns out to be a suite, or a dressing room of some sort. A door labeled Eddie Munson that sticks out amongst the white painted concrete they’re surrounded by. He’s not sure if they’re under the stage or behind it, but there’s a loud humming sound and bass reverberating in the cavernous hallway. He doesn’t get much time to process his surroundings before the security guard is rapping on the door with a curt Mr. Munson and stepping aside.
When the door flings open, a man with intentionally windswept hair and tight leather pants greets them. By greets, he stares dumbly at them, slack jawed and eyes on Steve, like he can’t believe they’re real. Steve doesn’t know what to say anymore than it seems Eddie does, with his doe eyes and surprised tilt to his head. After a beat of silence that goes on too long, Robin clears her throat.
“How drunk was I?” Eddie asks, brows furrowing as he takes in Robin. “I could’ve sworn you said boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend,” Robin chirps, grinning like a maniac.
“Do you mean, you were a boy and now you’re a girl?” Eddie leans against the doorframe, perplexed, and Steve is distracted by the way his shirt rides up and reveals a sliver of pale skin to tease him. He can see a santa hat sticking out of the back pocket of his pants.
Robin gags at the thought of being Steve’s partner in anything other than crime. She points at herself, “Robin Buckley, always a girl,” then she points at Steve, “always a dingus,” and sticks out a hand for Eddie to shake. “Platonic lesbian best friend, at your service.”
“Eddie Munson,” he says, shaking her hand but looking over at Steve, a bemused grin dancing on his lips. “What happened?”
“You did,” Steve says, a little breathless.
TBC
stranger things anyone?
Steve and Eddie being chaotic childhood friends, gaslighting everyone they know.
It started when one of their teachers wanted the students to make pairs with someone they didn't know or get along with; therefore, friends couldn't make the project together.
Of course, Eddie wouldn't pass the opportunity to be dramatic and annoy a little bit the teacher, acting like it was the worst thing to ever happened to him and throwing himself on Steve's desk, making the other roll his eyes in a fond way.
It was the beginning of the year, but in small towns most of the kids knew each other since before, so it wasn't that weird of a request; but the teacher was also new, so they didn't know the relationships of the kids very well.
That's why when a small kid with a rebel vibe, starting to grow his hair and going to a more dark look, annoys them and says it would be a nightmare to do the project with a preppy kid, clearly rich boy vibes and in his way to be popular, they knew who they were putting the kid with.
The teacher smirked, thinking they did well; meanwhile, Steve and Eddie were trying not to grin and communicating with their eyes to not messed up and go along with it.
They ended up having to act like they hate each other in front of the teacher so they could carry on with the project, but what about the rest of the class who knew they were friends?
They follow along.
Maybe it's to gain Steve's favor, maybe they thought it was funny, or maybe they thought it was about damn time they stopped being friends, that it was a good way to finally separate them and make Steve fully part of the jocks and Eddie less intimidating for the rest of the outcast.
Anyway, the whole class goes along with it, and Steve and Eddie, like the dorks and drama queens they are, decided it's a funny bit to keep.
At some point they were too deep into it, having to act for the rest of the year like that because of the project and somehow convincing the whole school. Their friends to enemies story becoming popular knowledge.
Steve and Eddie now just think it's too funny to stop, so they continue to gaslight everyone.
Eddie? Steve? No, thanks; I hate that guy.
Anyway, they going to high school, and the whole mess with the upside down happens. At that moment, Steve is so happy to being able to keep Eddie away from it.
I just love a clueless Eddie trying to figure out what's happening to his (finally) boyfriend at the same time the Party is clueless about the relationship between their dungeon Master and their babysitter.
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Stranger Things textposts -> Eddie’s Version
chosen one not as in the one the prophecy foretold but as in lamb to the slaughter. as in the only person both brave and foolish enough to do it. chosen one as in sculpted, molded to be the perfect sacrifice to something expertly, divinely crafted to annihilate you wholly and surely. chosen one as in taken away. chosen one as in death sentence. chosen one as in goodbye
Part One
Eddie walked through the door of Robin's bedroom cautiously.
"I don't know why I assumed that you'd be taking me to your house when you said that you're taking me home," Eddie said. "Silly me."
"I did tell you that house was my parents' house," Steve said, following him in.
"So, why aren't we there?" He asked.
"Because the bios are in town," Robin said.
"Bios?" Eddie asked.
"My biological parents," Steve replied.
"Yeah, I was wondering about them. I was starting to think they don't exist," Eddie said.
"They basically don't," Robin said and pointed to a pile of pillows by the window. "Especially in Steve's life."
"That sucks," Eddie said as he plopped onto the pillows with Robin and Steve.
"Their loss. Our gain," Robin grinned.
Melissa Buckley popped her head through the door. Eddie had met her at the door. She was very mellow and sweet. She didn't even give him the stink eye when he walked in. Instead, she hugged him and welcomed him right into her home.
"Oh, does anyone need any snacks?" Melissa asked.
"Oh, no, we're good, Mombie, thank you," Robin said.
"Oh, Steve, your room is still all set up, but I'm afraid Snuffles has been occupying it lately," she replied.
"Thanks, Mombie," Steve said.
"Are you alright with us being in here?" Eddie asked.
"Of course, I am," she laughed.
"Oh, she now knows all about me being a lesbian," Robin said.
"You're -"
"I don't know why she was so worried. She knows we're all about the love," Melissa said. "And the fact that in the early days of our marriages, we branched out with other people."
"You never said it was men and women, mother!" Robin exclaimed, rolling her eyes and smiling.
"Oh, your uncle should know, Eddie," Melissa said. "He was one of my lovers."
"What?!" Eddie shrieked.
"Oh, and he was excellent, too," Melisss sighed. "Really good with his hands - "
"Gah!" Eddie yelped and plugged his ears with his fingers. "Lalalalalala! I'm not listening!"
"You're scarring, Eddie, mombie," Robin said.
"Oh, I'll let you three to it, then," Melissa said and closed the door behind her.
"Okay, what the hell?" Eddie asked. "You know, I was okay with assuming that my uncle was basically a monk."
"How prude of you, Eddie," Robin cooed.
"You're a lesbian?" Eddie asked.
"Hm, I thought you knew," Robin said.
"Nope!" Eddie exclaimed.
"So, you don't know about either one of us?" Steve asked.
"You're a lesbian, too?" Eddie grinned.
"No, bisexual," Steve scoffed.
"Pardon?" He asked.
"I like men and women," Steve said, and then he turned to Robin. "I was pretty sure that he knew."
"Maybe the woman at the bar was wrong about flagging," Robin replied.
"I don't know. She seemed to know what she was talking about," Steve replied. "And I thought for sure that Eddie was flirting with me."
"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Eddie asked. "By the way, I'm cool with it all. . ."
"There's no way. . .no one calls someone "big boy" like that, and they're not flirting," Robin said.
"Maybe it's one of those situations," Steve whispered. "We should probably stop talking about it."
"Oh, hey, since it's your first time here, you get to pick the music," Robin said, pointing to her cassettes.
"Ooh, don't mind if I do," Eddie said and pulled the box closer to him. "Ooh. You got Bob Dylan. My mom was a fan."
"She had great tastes," Robin said and smiled when Eddie popped it in.
"Okay, what next?" Eddie asked.
Steve grinned and moved to his feet. He slowly began to untie Eddie's shoes before moving just as slowly to take them off. He kept the same pace when he took his socks off, keeping eye contact with Eddie.
"Seriously?" Robin sighed.
"What are you guys going to do to me?" Eddie asked, swallowing.
Robin rolled her eyes and pulled out a box.
"Pick a color, dingus," Robin said.
"Oh! You're painting my toenails," Eddie said.
"Well, you said that you wanted to know what we did when it's just the two of us," Robin said.
"Okay, can I do red and black?" Eddie asked.
"Of course," Steve said and began work on Eddie's feet.
"So, you two consider yourself like brother and sister?" Eddie asked as he took a magazine from Robin.
"Oh, no, that would ruin the plan," Robin said.
"We're basically platonic fiancées," Steve said.
"Well, almost fiancées," Robin said. "We're going to slowly manipulate Steve’s dad into giving us money for a wedding. We're going to take the money and give it to a worthy cause. We might just end up getting married for the hell of it, platonically, of course, but it's going to be the cheapest wedding ever. His dad would hate it."
"Mombie was against the plan at first," Steve said.
"And then she met his parents," Robin said. "Both of my parents are on board."
"As well as Claudia and Sue," Steve said.
"They meet up to discuss it, but they mostly just drink sangrias," Robin said. "And talk about. . .well, I don't know what they talk about."
"Jesus, are your parents really that bad?" Eddie asked as he flipped through the magazine.
"Yes," Steve and Robin said.
"Well, if you need any help, I'm your man," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.
"You know what would make your doe eyes pop?" Robin asked. "Eyeliner."
Eddie looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging.
"Alright."
"Yes!" Robin exclaimed and began to apply it.
"This magazine is really informative. Hey, Steve, do you mind me asking how you knew you were bisexual?" Eddie asked.
Robin had to stop applying the eyeliner because she suddenly started shaking with giggles.
"I don't mind it all - Robin, stop laughing!" Steve yelled and then sighed. "Well, apparently, it's just not very straight to practice kissing and practice having sex with a guy friend."
"Okay, well, I get the sex thing, but practice kissing with friends. . .doesn't everyone do that?" Eddie asked.
"No, and also like it? Also, no," Steve said.
"Oh, well. . ." Eddie said and looked away, thoughtfully, blushing, then he grinned. "Hell, I think I might be like you after all, big boy."
"One of us, one of us, one of us!" Robin and Steve chanted.
"You guys are freaks, I love it," Eddie laughed.
"Oh, Edward, you have no idea," Robin said.
"Should we?" Steve asked.
"Oh, I think we should," Robin said. "Eddie, do you want to be initiated into our coven?"
"Coven?" Eddie asked.
"We're wiccans," Steve grinned.
"Yeah, sure, why the fuck not?" Eddie laughed.
"Ooh! I get to try out my spell!" Robin exclaimed, clapping her hands. "And your potions and runes, Steven!"
The next thing, Eddie knew he was kneeling in the middle of Robin's room, surrounded by candles and very shirtless. Robin and Steve were both wearing black robes. Steve was kneeling in front of Eddie, painting runes on Eddie's chest and arms.
"We're kind of just making this shit up as we go along," Steve told Eddie.
"Obviously, that's clearly a dick you just painted," Eddie said, and Steve giggled.
The door opened, and Robert Buckley entered the room. Robin, Steve, and Eddie stared at him. He stared back. He set a fire extinguisher on Robin's desk.
"I thought I smelled smoke," Robert said. "Have fun."
"Thanks, Daddy," Robin and Steve said.
Just before he closed the door, Snuffles the orange tabby slipped onto the room.
"What's a Wiccan initiation without a cat?" Eddie asked with a grin.
Steve pulled out his potion. He pulled Eddie's hair back into a bun and started dabbing the potion behind his ears and on his throat. It smelled like heaven. He paused and glanced at Eddie's lips. Steve grinned before putting the potion on his own lips. Eddie stared at him in confusion. Steve cupped his face and kissed him, spreading the potion onto Eddie's lips. It also tasted like heaven. Steve tasted like heaven. Eddie let out a noise of disappointment as Steve pulled back.
"Woah! Head rush. Was that you or the potion?" Eddie asked. "What is that stuff?"
"You have to be a higher level to unlock that information," Steve said.
"Damn."
"That was completely unnecessary," Robin said and then grinned. "I can't wait until we're platonically married so I can call Eddie a whore for sleeping with my husband. It's going to be so dramatic."
Steve stood next to Robin as she opened her notebook, and they took each other's hands. Together, they started chanting in Latin. And when it was done, Steve happily wiped off the runes off Eddie's chest before presenting him with a temporary robe with promises of taking him out to pick out his own. In the meantime, Eddie was wearing Steve’s pink bathrobe. The three of them sat on Robin's window sill, hanging their feet outside. Robin and Steve sat on either side of Eddie.
"Do you think there are a lot more people like us out there in Hawkins?" Eddie asked.
"Definitely," Steve and Robin said, looking at him.
Eddie laid his head on Steve’s shoulder and intertwined their fingers. There came a sudden breeze, whipping through their hair. They smiled. They definitely felt magic in the air.
Hopper accidentally becomes the biggest ally in Hawkins out of hatred for Mike Wheeler. El wants to date Max? Perfect, Mike is terrified of Max. El wants to date Max and Lucas? Even better, more people to keep Mike away. Will comes out to Joyce and Hop? Hopper is immediately studying up on gay culture and flagging so he can find him a Hop ApprovedTM boyfriend. He sees that nice boy Gareth cuff his jeans one time and starts inviting him to family dinner. Mike seems annoyed that Steve is spending more time with Munson? A pamphlet titled “Accepting your Bisexuality” finds its way into Steve’s jacket pocket. Hopper has never seen Mike as furious as the day Steve and Munson arrive at dinner holding hands. It’s a good day. Hopper isn’t sure how Nancy dating the Buckley girl will annoy Mike, but he’s willing to give it a shot.
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Eddie is trying to get a book off the shelf at the library and Steve is in his way so he just tries to reach around him. Steve interpreted Eddie’s arms reaching around him wrong and hugs him.
They are not friends.
They have literally never talked to each other.
It’s a good hug and Steve pats Eddie on the back afterwards like, “Good talk.”
And then just leaves him there with a crush that is growing.
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