How is there a reality show where Alan Cumming is basically a campy, eccentric, absurdly well dressed, murderous laird of a Scottish castle who gets to torment reality TV stars, and no one told me about it before? What are we even here for, Tumblr, if not to share information like this?
elody having the golden ball on her mace and a lily flower on her shield. fuck. her loving gerard enough to adorn the things shes taking to war with the husband shes leaving behind, the husband who refused to acknowledge the fight at all. do you think shes just as unsure of why she stopped loving him? do you think elody is unsure of what happened to that sarcastic and desperate boy she met, trapped inside of a frog? does she question to herself if she changed, or if he did? or does she know full well that the man she loved is a coward, that she loves him during peace but cant stand him in a crisis? does she wish she left him as a frog in that pond? does she sometimes wish that and then hate herself for it? does she know how desperately gerard loves her, or does she think hes forever a coward who couldnt be enough for her? does she think fondly of their good times together, the same gerard is always thinking about her?
This wasn't at all what Steve had planned for the evening. Fall break brought all of the older friends in their group back to Indiana for a few weeks and he had mostly wanted to spend the time away from college relaxing and catching up. Somehow he was ambushed, dressed up, and all but thrown in the back of Nancy's car. He found himself shifting uncomfortably in his too tight jeans and trying to pull down the slightly cropped shirt he was stuffed into. Robin who was happily sitting in the front seat explained to him that they were headed to a gay club in Indianapolis.
The thought alone made Steve's stomach flip anxiously. Going away to college, getting out of Hawkins, had allowed him to feel more comfortable and explore his bisexuality. He still hadn't gone out to an explicitly gay club before but now he had no choice. He was essentially being kidnapped by his best friend and his ex girlfriend, who was now his best friend's girlfriend.
“I honestly can’t believe you dragged me here,” Steve said with a sneer as he looked around the crowded club once they were inside.
It was dark and smokey and loud. The air smelled of sweat and alcohol. He scrunched up his nose as he spotted an over muscled, under dressed man eyeing him from the corner. Robin spun around, her hair flaring out around her head, and glared at him.
“Loosen up, dingus. You should feel honored we even thought to invite you,” she said with a laugh, closing her fingers around his elbow. “Now, we’re gonna get you nice and liquored up so you can show off those slutty hips of yours,” she cackled, slapping his ass before following Nance towards the bar.
Steve glowered at her retreating form but sighed as he followed behind her. He stood next to Nancy and a drink was immediately shoved in his hand. He glanced over at Robin and she scoffed, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Drink, be gay… I’m going to dance with my girl,” she said, grabbing Nance’s hand and pulling her off to the dance floor.
"Have fun, Steve," Nancy laughed as she was toted along.
He finished his drink in peace and ordered another just as he sensed someone standing far too close for comfort.
“Fuck me if I am wrong, but haven’t we met before?”
With a groan, Steve turned to look at his admirer. “That has got to be the worst li-” He stopped short and blinked slowly up at the man behind him. “Eddie,” he said in an exasperated voice. Eddie Munson. Small town drug dealer, metal head, and now semi well-known musician. Steve had seen him around school, of course he had. It was hard to miss Eddie, with his long wavy hair, eccentric behaviors, strange sense of dress, large doe eyes, and pretty face.
Steve shook his head to rein his thoughts back in. He hadn't seen Eddie in a while. He looked… good. But Steve also recalled both of them being less than kind to one another while in school. He especially didn't need this to be how someone from Hawkins, other than Robin and Nancy, found out he was queer.
“Of course it’s you. Why wouldn’t it be you? But we’ve met and your line is a dud so move along,” Steve said with an eye roll. He huffed softly under his breath. Slowly, he tore his eyes from Eddie and went back to his drink.
Eddie, however, saddled up to him at the bar. His arms rested on the wooden bar top and he leaned forward, angling his body and popping his hip out. Steve looked over at him again and sighed loudly. “Can’t you just leave me alone and go find some other guy to bother? At least then you’ll have some chance of getting laid,” Steve scoffed, taking a sip from his glass.
“Maybe I’m just waiting for you to get drunk enough to agree to dance with me.”
Steve rolled his eyes and laughed softly as he finished off his drink. “That’s going to take more than the two I’ve already had, Munson,” he drawled with a shake of his head. Eddie smirked and leaned forward to signal the bartender before looking back at Steve, “I’ve got a while.”
"Why are you doing this?" Steve asked in a soft voice. Maybe it was the clashing of his small town life with who he actually was, but seeing Eddie Munson in a gay bar was making his anxiety tick upwards.
Eddie tilted his head to the side, his hair falling and framing his face as he did so. His lips pursed together and there was an adorable wrinkle between his eyes and he looked back at Steve. "Why am I ordering you a drink?" He asked with some confusion laced into his tone. Steve's lips very carefully captured his lower lip and worried it between them. He nodded slowly, unable to find the words.
"I'm buying you a drink because you're an attractive guy at a bar and this is kind of the thing of it all, y'know? Buy a guy a drink, dance a little, see what happens."
Steve released the hold on his lip and swallowed thickly. The bartender switched out his empty glass with a full one and he was thankful for the momentary distraction. He reached out and took the glass in his hand. He looked back at Eddie, still a little unsure.
Eddie stood upright and cracked an apologetic smile at Steve.
"If you really want me to leave you alone, I will. I'm not some creep who stays and flirts when he's not wanted," Eddie said as he raised his hands in mock surrender.
Steve rolled his eyes, "You don't have to. It's just…"
"It's just what, pretty boy?" Eddie asked.
He turned his back to the bar and leaned just enough to have his elbows come to rest on it and support him. His hair fell back behind his shoulders as he turned his head to the side to blink back at Steve, making purposeful eye contact. Steve found himself wanting to push his fingers through Eddie's hair but gripped the glass in his hands tighter.
"You seeing me here is like… mixing my two worlds, y'know? I'm out at school, for the most part, I'm okay with that. But the only people in Hawkins who know that I'm bi are Nance and Robin and now…"
"Now, me."
Steve nodded slowly and looked away from Eddie. He watched the condensation on the glass form and slide down the sides. His attention was brought back when he felt Eddie's fingers gently grip his jaw and lift his head back up so that he had to look at him.
"I'm not here to blow your cover, Harrington. But you're here and so am I. I don't know what you've been doing at that fancy college of yours but you've somehow gotten hotter since you graduated. So, do you want to dance?"
Steve could only nod dumbly.
Eddie grinned and took the drink from Steve's hand to set it down on the bar. He released the hold on Steve's jaw and reached down to grab hold of his hand. Before he could even process what was happening, Steve found himself being pulled into the throng of people on the dance floor.
He couldn't place what song was playing but it didn't matter. Eddie let go of Steve's hand. His own hands slipped up under Steve's arms and raised them up to allow them to drape over his shoulders. His hands then found a place to rest at Steve's hips; the exposed skin between the top of his jeans and the cropped bottom of his shirt felt on fire when Eddie's fingers touched him. Eddie pulled their bodies close.
Closer than close.
Their bodies were flush against one another. Their hips began to move with whatever beat was pumping through the speakers. Their eyes were locked on one another and couldn't look anywhere else. The lights in the club flashed along with the music bathing their skins in sheets of neon colors.
Steve loosely tangled his fingers together behind Eddie's head. He could feel Eddie's hair brushing over his arms and it sent shivers up his spine. In his chest, Steve's heart was pounding faster than the beat of the music and he vaguely wondered if Eddie could feel it. His body felt like it was strung too tightly with nerves and his skin was burning.
One of Eddie's hands slipped back from Steve's hip. His thumb hooked around the belt loop at the very back of Steve's jeans and his fingers fanned out to rest over the curve of his ass. Steve's cheeks flushed hotly but when Eddie raised his eyebrows in a silent question, Steve only smiled and tried to press just a hair closer to Eddie's body.
The song changed, and changed again. But the two of them stayed wrapped in one another, bodies moving effortlessly together.
Somewhere between songs, Eddie's body shifted just enough that his thigh was pressed between Steve's legs. Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation and looked back at Eddie with wide eyes. His blood thrummed through his veins and he was sure that he was going to lose his mind.
"Can I kiss you?" Steve breathlessly asked.
Eddie laughed, soft and low, and it sent shivers throughout Steve's body. The hand at Steve's hip tightened and Eddie tilted his head to the side as he slowly leaned in. Heat rose from Steve’s stomach to his chest. Eddie's lips were getting closer and his heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of cigarettes and leather hypnotic beyond all reason. He parted his lips and felt Eddie washing over him like a wave of warmth, curling his toes, unfurling all of his senses as the taste of him on his lips nearly silenced all thoughts.
Steve’s whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on Eddie's as his arms wrapped around Steve felt nearly forbidden. Eddie pulled him in, claiming his mouth again, hungry and intense, until Steve's knees almost completely gave in. By the time Steve became aware of his fingers, they had already slipped into Eddie's hair, tangling the dark waves around them.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Eddie breathed against his lips, words nearly lost in Steve's mouth.
Steve blinked a little blearily, his mind feeling lost in the fog of something uniquely Eddie. "Yeah," he whispered, stealing another kiss, "Yes. Absolutely."
That was all it took for Eddie to pull away from him. His smile was downright filthy as he grabbed Steve's hand again and began to pull him towards the exit. When Steve spotted the door he was brought back to his senses. His feet came to a skidding stop and Eddie whipped around to look at him with confusion in his eyes.
"Hold on. I need to tell Robin and Nance to not wait up for me," he said in a rush. His hand gently grabbed hold of Eddie's neck and he pulled him in for a searing kiss. "Wait here. I'll be back in two minutes," he mumbled against Eddie's lips.
Eddie nodded a little dumbstruck.
A grin broke out over Steve's face. He wheeled around and pushed his way back into the crowd, eyes scanning every face he passed looking for his friends. Finally, he spotted the two of them at a table by the bar. They were standing close, foreheads nearly touching as they spoke softly to one another.
Under any other circumstances Steve would leave them alone, but he had a man waiting on him.
"Ladies!" He called, slapping his hand on the table. Both Nancy and Robin startled near violently as they pulled away from each other as they looked at Steve with daggers in their eyes.
"What the hell, Steve?" Nancy snapped, clearly annoyed.
Steve grinned and leaned in, his elbow on the table and his chin cradled in his hand. "I just wanted to let you two know I'm heading out so don't worry about me when you head home," he said in a breath.
"Where are you going? With who?" Nancy asked as she tried to look around him.
"I ran into someone and he asked me to leave with him," he explained, a dirty smirk planted on his lips.
"Gross," Robin muttered as she grabbed her drink from the table.
Nancy's brow furrowed, "Do you even know this guy? He is… is he safe?"
The inflection in Nancy's question struck Steve's heart for a moment. He sighed and gave her a slight smile. "I appreciate your concern, Nance. I'll be safe. Don't worry, I've met him before," he reassured, reaching out to pat Nancy on the arm.
"How are you gonna get back to Hawkins? We are not coming back up to Indianapolis in the morning to collect you from some guy's apartment," Robin asked, eyebrows raised.
Steve chuckled and stood up straight, "Don't worry, I'll get back. I'll call you when I'm home tomorrow."
He winked at the two of them and turned back around before they could question him any further. Steve slipped past the people on the dance floor and when he spotted Eddie leaning against the wall by the doors he couldn't help but smile widely.
Steve slid in next to him, his hand gripping at the fabric of his shirt, "Ready."
Eddie looked back at Steve with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He hauled himself off the wall and leaned in to seal their lips together in a kiss that sent electrical shocks down to Steve's toes.
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