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[lady-lostmind]

Here is a thing, with all of the things.

Completed Steddie Fics:

Steve Harrington, are you kidding me?

WC: 101,191 | CW: Blood & Violence | Rating: E

And you may find yourself

WC: 138,189 | CW: Alcoholism | Rating: E

written for @steddiebang

Happy Valentine's Day, Big Boy

WC: 5,451 | Rating: E

So kiss me like you did

WC: 3,746 | Rating: E

written for: @steddieholidayexchange

Lovesick

WC: 3,124 | Rating: T

written for: @strangerthingsreversebigbang

based on this art by: @ahhrenata

You know what to do, when it gets hold of you

WC: 17,564 | Rating: E

written for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

based on this art by @cxwzkeys

Our faces toward the moon

WC: 5,479 | Rating: T

Co-written with @oh-stars for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

based on this art by @oriarts

Transfixed (under your spell)

WC: 7,337 | Rating: E

Written for @steddiesummerexchange

Dead But Not Gone

WC: 42,008 | Rating: E | CW: MCD

Written for @eddiemunsonbigbang

Prompt Challenges:

Steddie Microfics

@steddiemicrofic

Steddie Week

@steddie-week

Steddie Love Month

@steddielovemonth

Eddie Month

@eddiemonth

Stobin Month

@lavenderstobins

Steddie Bingo Main Card Masterlist

Steddie Bingo 12 Days of Christmas

Steddie Bingo Countdown to Midnight

Steddie Bingo Kissing Booth

@steddiebingo

WIPS:

Temptation Heat, Beats Like A Drum

WC: 42,131 | CW: Vampire!Eddie & Blood | Rating: E

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb

WC: 11,137 | CW: Vampire!Eddie & Blood | Rating: E

This is the coin I had in my pocket the first time we kissed

WC: 27,902 | Rating: E

Hellfire Club

WC: 24,424 | Rating E

Just A Lover

WC:5,337 | Rating: E

(Thank you to @oh-stars for betaing for me! )

Fanart:

Cover art, Steve's song, Photo booth pictures and Bind for SHAYKM?

STEDDIE X FOB and STEDDIE X FOB 2

Cover Art and Eddie's Sketchbook for Temptation Heat, Beats like a Drum

Eddie pumpkins for Halloween 2022 & 2023

Eddie shirts available in my Etsy shop

Shotguns discography and Rolling Stones cover from TMRTAYSITDITIY by @greatunironic

Steve Harrington fanart

Fanbind and Fanart of You're Divine by @azrielgreen

Fanart of WSJKLRPD by @azrielgreen

Fanbind and cover for TMTICB by @oh-stars

Eddie Fanart

Corkboards

Eddie Cosplay:

Transition Video 1

Transition Video 2

Transition Video 3

Transition Video 4

Eddie dnd rant

Cosplay Photos

Cosplay Photos

Eddie's Rings

For @steddiebang:

Cover art

made for: And you may find yourself by @lady-lostmind

Eddie art

made for: memoria (come as you are) by @emryses

Demon Eddie art

made for: From Hell and Back by @rindecision

For @strangerthingsreversebigbang:

ST Characters for STRBB promo

You're under my skin by @lihhelsing

It's not a one night stand by @annanevermore

Picture a life by @bifuriouswaterbender

Where the sunflowers grow by @aidaronan

Sweet as Sugar by @stevesscoops

For @eddiemonth:

Eddie's hands for prompt: Songwriting / Melancholy

Eddie's Journal for prompt: Journaling

Stevie's Mix for prompt: Mixtape

Djo fanart:

DJO Basic Being Basic fanart

DJO Potion fanart

DJO Potion fanart 2

DJO Gap Tooth Smile fanart

DJO Patches

DJO Corkboard

Heated Rivalry fanart:

HR Screen

Hayley Williams fanart:

HW Ice In My OJ fanart

GLUM shirt

GLUM shirt process video

HW screen prints

Photos from EDAABP Chicago Night 2

Fanart haul for EDAABP tour

Mod for:

@strangerthingsreversebigbang

@eddiemunsonbigbang

@steveharringtonbigbang

@steddiebingo

@st-rarepairbang

@steddieunderdogfics

links to etsy and such

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Hellfire Club part thirty-two

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Max steps into The Hideout with a heavy sigh, her eyes scanning over the mess in the room. “Well this doesn’t look good, does it?” Her eyes flick over to where Lucas is leaning against a table.

Lucas shakes his head. “The door was open when I got here. No one’s here though.” 

There’s a crunch behind her and she whips around, her heart slamming into her throat. Mike holds his hands out in front of him, his eyes going wide as he takes in the room. “Shit. Why didn’t they call us?”

Will peeks his head in behind Mike and shuffles in next to him. “Think everyone is alright?” 

Max shakes her head. “I don’t think–” She sighs. “I don’t know.”

Will pulls his phone out, his brow scrunching before he clicks the side button and shoves it back in his pocket.

Lucas’ phone rings and he tugs it out of his pocket, putting it on speaker so Dustin’s voice bellows out around them. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? WHY ARE WE CALLING A CODE RED AT SIX IN THE MORNING!?”

“Are you on your way?”

“DO I NEED TO BE?”

Will pulls his phone out of his pocket again, his face dropping as he turns it to show them the screen. JONATHAN CALLING

Everyone glances around, worry painted on their faces. 

“Yes” they say in unison. 

–

Chrissy freezes when she hears a sound on the other side of the door, shrinking back against the wall. The door slams open and the guy from the garage stalks in, looming over her with piercing eyes. She glares up at him, lifting her chin and setting her shoulders.

He grins at her, squatting down so they’re face to face. “Pretty thing like you, I bet you know all the club secrets, huh?” 

He trails a finger down Chrissy’s cheek and she fights the urge to grimace, to show any reaction even though every brush of his finger makes her feel like she’s going to be sick. 

“Maybe you can share some of those with me. Make this whole thing a lot easier.”

Chrissy scoffs. “And what exactly is ‘this whole thing’? What’s the plan?”

His finger stops in its tracks, his eyes going cold as he grabs her roughly by the throat. “You might want to watch your tone.”

Chrissy gasps, squeezing her eyes shut so she doesn’t see it coming when his other fist connects with her jaw.

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Hellfire Club part thirty-one

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Wayne has always had a lot of patience. Even as a kid he was pretty easy going. Never really minded taking his time. Never really got angry or frustrated at anything. He just took things one step at a time. When he was in high school and his dad got sick he stepped up. Dropped out of school and got a job at the factory. He had a little brother, and a mother who had enough to deal with so he did what he had to do to support them. Simple. When his brother turned out to be a deadbeat who wouldn’t take care of his own damn kid Wayne stepped in again. It’s just what you do for family. And while he could care less what hole his brother decided to go curl up in, that kid needed someone to look out for him. Simple. 

So Eddie came to live with him. And damn if that kid wasn’t the first real test on his patience. But they made it work. And Wayne got his shop. Worked on motorcycles. Fell in love with them.  Started the club. And then things got tight. And Eddie started dealing. And that seemed okay. Just some side money when they really needed it. And then the club grew and they needed more money and…well, things spiraled a little out of control. It’s gotten messier than Wayne ever intended. Bigger than he ever meant it too. But sometimes it’s hard to stop a ball from rollin’. And now–

Wayne grunts as his shoulder slams against something hard. He can’t see. There’s a bag over his head, and his wrists are tied together. 

“Stay put, old man.” Footsteps walking further and further away from him.

Wayne sighs. He should have listened to Eddie about that one. Bad news from the start. “What’s the plan, Billy?” Wayne hears the footsteps stop, and Billy swears under his breath before a heavy door closes behind him. 

–

Gareth knows he’s being an idiot. He doesn’t even know where to go. Not really. But he has a hunch. And that’s better than nothing, and he couldn’t just stand there doing nothing while he watched the grow house burn, knowing Chrissy needs him. His gut said he needed to go, so he got on his bike and went. But now he’s flying down the highway, and his nerves are shot, and it’s starting to rain and he doesn’t quite see the curve in time before his wheel catches on some gravel.

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Hellfire Club part thirty

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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“Fuck!” Max slams her phone down and crosses her arms. It’s not like she really thought Billy would answer. She should know better than to ever give him the benefit of the doubt. But she didn’t want to believe he would do something like this. That he would hurt Chrissy. But he keeps finding new ways to surprise her. To make her hate him a little more. 

She’s not sure how she ended up in his web of bullshit, honestly. She should have never even tried to join Hellfire. If Billy is involved in something, it can’t be good. But she loves to ride, and finally has a group of friends, and then Billy offered her a way to make some decent money fast and–

She really needs to get out of this fucking house. Away from him. Get out on her own. So, she agreed. Figured she’d do a few jobs, save up enough to get her own apartment, and bail. Stick to helping with the grow house. Something more low key than stealing fucking cars. Especially since she knows Billy didn’t tell them that part. That the club is supposed to just be stripping them for parts, not helping with the actual grand theft auto of it all. 

Max lets out a sigh, thumping back against the couch. Her leg bounces anxiously as her thumb hovers over her phone. Eddie told her to stay here. He told her to stay put and tell him if Billy comes back here. That’s what she should do. 

She taps her thumb down and puts her phone to her ear, listening to it ring out until Lucas’s annoyed voice comes down the line. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” 

“I think Billy took Chrissy.”

There’s a long silence and then “What do you–” 

“Chrissy is missing and someone set the grow house on fire and Eddie came here looking for Billy and of course he’s involved because it’s fucking Billy and he’s an asshole and–”

“MAX!”

She stops and squeezes her eyes shut. “Sorry. I just– We have to help. I can’t just sit here I–”

“I’ll call a code red.” 

Max lets out a deep sigh and nods. “Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.”

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Hellfire Club part twenty-nine

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Jonathan glares up at Lonnie. Good ol’ dad. Always showing up and making everything fucking worse. He really wishes he wouldn’t have smoked that third joint with Argyle. He’s foggy and dazed and can’t quite get his brain to focus. But Lonnie is here. And he has a fucking gun. And he’s grinning in that way that makes Jonathan’s stomach turn. The same awful grin he saw right before he’d get smacked as a kid, or have to watch as Lonnie hit his mom, or Will. 

He takes a deep breath, grateful that Will is off with his friends for the night. His eyes flick to his mom on the other side of the room. She shakes her head at him, eyes locking onto Lonnie’s gun. Jonathan sighs, letting his eyes drop to his feet, hating how helpless he feels. 

He should have taken Eddie up on his offer. Let the club take care of this asshole once and for all. But he knew Will would have been upset. He doesn’t really remember just how bad it got when Lonnie was around. He knows he’s an asshole. He knows he hurt their mom and they have to stay away from him. But to Will, he’s still dad. He still might come around one day. He might change. Might actually care. He just remembers a dad who would come take him to ball games and send a birthday card every few years.

He doesn’t remember the time Jonathan had to run to the neighbors to call an ambulance when Lonnie pushed their mom down the stairs and she hit her head. He doesn’t remember the time he twisted Jonathan’s arm so much his wrist snapped. He doesn’t remember the time he almost burned down the house flicking lit cigarettes at them from a drunken heap on the living room floor. He doesn’t remember what his mom went through to get out. All the years of hiding. Of running. Of keeping them a step ahead. 

He doesn’t even really remember the last straw. He was only twelve when Lonnie took him. Threatened their mom with him if she didn’t come back. He just thought he was staying with Lonnie for a few weeks. He doesn’t know he was just a pawn. A bargaining chip to get what he wanted. 

Jonathan helped her pack everything up. He booked the tickets. He drove them to the airport. He stayed behind. Knew if there wasn’t someone around to keep an eye on the asshole there was no point in them going at all. He made friends with Chrissy. Got the job at the bar. Made sure they had a back up plan if they needed it. And it didn’t matter in the end. 

He found them. Snuck right in under Jonathan’s nose. And now they’re here. And he’s staring at him with that fucking smile. 

“Listen, dude. I don’t know what the issue is but I’m sure we can work something out.” Argyle’s voice is slow and syrupy. Jonathan is pretty sure he was already high when he got here so he’s even worse off than he is. 

Lonnie steps up, jamming his gun against Argyle’s temple. “I’m not going to tell you again. Shut the fuck up.” He pushes Argyle further into the couch before turning back to Jon. “Where is your brother?”

Jonathan shrugs. “Out.” 

Lonnie lets out a huff of a laugh, his smile growing even more sinister as he stalks across the room and grabs Joyce’s hair, forcing her down onto the floor and pointing his gun at her. “Do you want to try that one again?” 

Jonathan’s fist clench against his thighs and he tries to force the panic and rage down in his chest. “I don’t know! He went to a friend's house!” 

Lonnie lowers the gun but doesn’t ease up on the grip on Joyce’s hair. “Call him. Tell him to come home.” 

Joyce tries to shake her head, a desperate “No!” slipping out of her throat. 

Lonnie tugs at her hair again to make her shut up. 

Jonathan’s eyes are glued to his mom, his heart pounding in his chest. He raises his hands in surrender. “Alright. Alright. I’ll call him.” 

Jonathan takes out his phone with a heavy sigh. 

He should have taken Eddie up on his offer.

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Hellfire Club part twenty-eight

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Chrissy wakes slowly with a groan, her whole body protesting when she tries to move. It’s dark, and cold. Her mind is foggy as she squints, trying to figure out where she is. She shifts on her side, gasping when a sharp pain flares in her wrists, twisting uncomfortable in their ties. 

“What the fuck–” Her heart slams into her chest as reality seeps back in. 

She’s tied up. She can feel a sticky spot on the side of her face that she's pretty sure is blood if the pounding in her head is any clue. She’s sore all over and missing her shoes, and her bag. Which means no phone, either. 

Chrissy takes a deep breath, trying to remember how she got here. She remembers going to the garage. She remembers being in the office. She remembers hearing voices–

“We need to move. Now.” 

“I don’t think it’s time yet. Munson is just starting to–” Billy’s voice is cut off by a loud clatter. 

“I don’t give a fuck about that freak. Lonnie is ready to move.” 

“They barely even have a mature grow yet. I just think we could do a few more jobs here first. Get Munson to trust me more and–” 

Chrissy freezes where she’s pressed against the doorframe listening.

“Did you turn the office light on?” 

“What? No, I came through the back with you.” 

Chrissy curses, dropping into a crouch, hoping she’s not visible through the window to the shop. Heavy footsteps make their way down the hall and then Billy is leaning over her with a terrifying grin. 

Chrissy takes another shaky breath trying to force the memory of fighting against Billy and the other guy from her mind. The way she tried so hard but didn’t stand a chance against two grown men when they grabbed her. When she felt the hard strike to her head with a wrench and everything went black. She needs to focus. Needs to keep calm. Needs to figure out how to get the fuck out of here. 

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Hellfire Club part twenty-seven

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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“Gareth, if I have to track you down too I’m going to be so fucking pissed.” Eddie groans as he clicks his phone off again. He needs backup. He’s parked in the middle of the fucking woods, staring at a giant rock shaped liked a skull and doesn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes at the ‘tough guy’ act of picking a fucking skull rock as your bad boy meeting place. 

“Do you think they’ll show up here tonight?”

Eddie shrugs. “Probably not. But I don’t have any other fucking leads so–” He walks slowly around the rock, peering into the concaves and cracks, hoping to find something, anything that might give him a clue of where to go. Where they could holding his family. 

It’s been two and half hours since everything went to shit and he has no idea how to stop it. His stomach turns thinking of all the things that could be happening to the people he loves. 

He squeezes his eyes shut, fists clenching at his sides. Steve comes up beside him and puts a tentative hand on his shoulder. 

“What can I do?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t even know where to look for them. This is my fault. I should have looked into Billy’s shit better.” 

Steve shakes his head, his hands framing Eddie’s face and forcing him to look in his eyes. “This is not on you.”

“I’m V.P. Wayne is going to step down any day now. It’s quite literally on me to keep everyone safe and–” His voice breaks and he shakes loose of Steve’s hold. “I don’t have time to break down. I have to figure out who this fucking Jason is. I have to– FUCK!” 

Steve sighs, his brow furrowing as he starts pacing. Eddie takes another feeble look around the rock, cussing when he comes up empty again.

“Could it be that guy Billy meets in the parking lot sometimes? With the club jacket that looks like a varsity jacket?” 

Eddie freezes, his stomach dropping to his feet. “Are you sure? Did it have a fucking tiger on it?”

Steve nods. “Yeah. Do you know him?”Eddie’s already moving, swinging his leg back over his bike. “Fucking Tigers. Of course it’s the fucking Tigers.”

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Hellfire Club part twenty-six

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Gareth never thought he’d amount to much growing up. He knew he would probably be stuck in this town for the rest of his life, doing whatever he needed to get by. To survive. And he was okay with that. He really was. He’s a simple guy. He likes to fuck around on the drums, ride with his buddies and drink beer. He was fine with that being it. He was fine with never really amounting to much. He was content to live his mediocre life in peace. To be Eddie’s right hand man. Or…probably more like his left. Everyone knows that even though Gareth wears the lieutenant patch on his chest, Chrissy is Eddie’s second. She’s the one he turns to first in and out of the club. 

Chrissy.

He’s been in love with her since he was sixteen fucking years old. He had to watch from afar as she fell for his best friend. Had to get to know her at shared lunch tables and trailing behind them in the halls. He had to endure hearing all the gritty details of their blossoming sex life from an eager Eddie who had never so much as made out with anyone before her. And he tried to be happy for them. He did. They had such an obvious bond. Something he thought only existed in the movies. And then they broke up. And he was sure he would have to pretend to despise her. Because he was Eddie’s friend. And that’s just what you did. You hated the girl that broke your friend’s heart whether you really did or not. 

But Eddie didn’t hate her. He fucking loved her still. They somehow became even more entwined than they were when they were dating. And Gareth knew there was no chance for him after that. Because she wasn’t his. She was Eddie’s. 

He was a fucking idiot. 

Eddie was right. Chris would have kicked his ass for thinking like that. He’s surprised Eddie hadn’t kicked his ass himself. But instead he pulled Gareth’s head out of his ass. And that meant everything to him. 

Because it gave him Chrissy.

And Chrissy is everything. 

He never thought he’d be so fucking lucky. That she could ever look at him the way she looked at Eddie when they were kids. But she does. Against all odds her eyes sparkle just as bright for him. And he knows all the details first hand now. Knows the way her lips feel against his. Knows the way her breath hitches when he trails his fingers down her side. Knows what she sounds like when he pushes into her. Knows what it’s like to watch her fall apart around him. How it feels to have her soft breath tickle his skin when she collapses on top of him, snuggling into his chest.

He knows her.

Knows how sweet she can be under that hard exterior. Knows what show to put on to cheer her up after a bad day, what song she’s fixated on in any given week, her favorite flowers, her favorite snacks, her go to order at Benny’s, her usual drink at the bar. He knows her dreams and her regrets. He knows she’ll give him a little smile when he spots her across the clubhouse, even though they’re still keeping things quiet. Knows she’ll send a waitress over to ask him to meet her in her office. That she’ll let him bend her over her desk, even if they only have a few minutes, quick and quiet like she can’t get enough of him. 

He knows everything, and not nearly enough. 

And he knows this is it for him. 

He knows this is more than he could have ever hoped for. He knows he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. To make her happy. He would follow her to the ends of the earth if it meant just a few more minutes in her presence. 

And maybe that’s where he’s fucking headed as he speeds away from the flaming inferno that used to be the grow house. Because he has to find her, if it’s the last thing he does.

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Hellfire Club part twenty-five

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Eddie tears down the highway, back to the clubhouse, swallowing down the panic rising in his throat and trying to meld it into something more useful. Like rage. Because he’s sure now. This has to be an inside job. And there’s only one person stupid enough to try and pull this off. 

He pulls back into the lot, throwing a look over his shoulder. “Guessing there’s no point in telling you to stay here.” 

Steve just shakes his head, climbing off the back of the back and falling into step behind Eddie. 

Eddie sighs and pulls out his gun, slinking up to the side of the door and peering through the window before easing it open and sliding inside. He steps carefully, eyes searching for any sign of danger. 

There’s a few chairs and tables upended, some broken glass on the floor that he side steps around. He tries to keep his breathing steady. Tries to ready himself for whatever’s waiting for him. But he goes through the whole place, every room, and no one is there. 

“FUCK!” He kicks over a chair and stalks back to the door, Steve trailing a step behind him. 

“Where are we going now?”

Eddie clenches his jaw, trying to keep himself from snapping at Steve. He really doesn’t want to keep dragging him into whatever the fuck is happening tonight but…he’s afraid to leave him alone now. If someone is hitting all the things that are important to Eddie…Steve is on that list. At least if he’s tagging along Eddie can keep an eye on him. 

“Hargrove’s.” 

Eddie skids to a stop and throws himself off his bike, pulls his gun, and stomps up the steps of Billy’s place, doesn’t even slow down as he slams himself against the door, busting it open. Max plasters herself against the side of the couch with a scream until her eyes lock on the two of them as Eddie stalks through the room and flick down to where he’s holding his gun at his side.

“What the fuck–”

“WHERE IS HE?”

Max’s face drops. “What did he do?”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE MAX?”

Max shakes her head. “I don’t know! He said you guys called a senior meeting. I thought he was with you!” 

“What do you know about this asshole he gets cars from?”

Max’s eyes dart down. 

“I know he has you lifting shit for him, Zoomer. I need to know. Whatever you can tell me.”

Steve sighs, nudging Eddie to the side. “Someone took Chrissy and Wayne. The grow house is on fire. Gareth and Argyle aren’t answering–”

Max’s eyes go wide and she cusses under her breath. “I don’t know much. We meet out in the middle of fucking no where and then he gives me directions to his next mark.”

“Have you heard Billy talk about doing anything like this? Hitting the club?”

Max shakes her head. “He’s an asshole but he’s not dumb.” She looks up at him with big eyes. “He knows if I got wind of something like that I would tell you guys.” She drops her eyes to her hands. “Do you think he hurt Chrissy?” 

Eddie sighs. “I hope not.” He shoves his gun back into his waistband and holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.” Max digs in her pocket and hands it over. Eddie puts his number in. “Text me where you usually meet them. Stay here. Call me if he shows up.” 

Eddie tosses her phone on the couch and hurries back to his bike. Steve climbs back on behind him and leans in close. “We’ll find them.”

Eddie nods, glancing down at his phone and the pin Max sent him before speeding off again.

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Hellfire Club part twenty-four

Thank you to @oh-stars and @nomadic-wolf for all your help with this one!

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Eddie marches back out to his bike, sighing when Steve pulls him to a stop before he can swing a leg over. 

“You think Billy has something to do with this?”

Eddie clenches his jaw, eyes flicking around to everyone as the ride off. “Can’t prove it.” 

Steve crosses his arms. “Who’s this guy? Jason?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t have time to get into all–”

“I don’t care about whatever shit you’re involved in. I just want to help find Chrissy.” 

Eddie sighs. “It’s not safe, sweetheart.” 

“You’re wasting time.” 

Eddie groans, tugging on his hair. “Fine! Whatever. Get on the fucking bike. Let’s go.” 

Eddie is really, really trying to keep his shit together. He’s really trying to focus on what he has to do right now. Drive to Chrissy’s. He knows it’s useless. She won’t be there. But they have to check. Have to rule it out. 

He should have gone with her. He should have at least checked in with her. Made sure she made it to Gareth’s. He should have, he should have, he should have. 

He should have kept a better eye on Billy. But he didn’t. Too wrapped up in the pretty, stubborn boy on the back of his bike to be there when his best friend needed him. His mind won’t let that go. It gnaws at him, turning his stomach into knots. 

He let her down. 

He was distracted and now Chrissy– his Chris, is missing. 

Eddie takes a deep breath and pushes his bike a little faster. 

–

“She’s not there. Any news from anyone else?” Eddie swings his leg back over his bike, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he debates if he should pay Hargrove’s place a visit.

“We have another problem.” 

Eddie’s stomach drops. “What now?”

Gareth sighs. “The fucking grow house is on fire.”

Eddie cranks his bike to life. “On my way.” He shoves his phone back in his pocket and reaches down to squeeze Steve’s leg. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.” 

–

Eddie stares at the flames completely engulfing the grow house as he jerks his bike to a stop and climbs off. “GARE?” His eyes scan the area, looking for any sign of life. Shit. “ARGYLE?”

Steve comes up beside him with wide, scared eyes. “What the fuck?” 

Eddie shakes his head. “This isn’t a fucking coincidence.” 

Steve stares at the fire. “What is this place, Eds?”

Eddie sighs. “Grow house.” 

Eddie stalks around the outside of the buildings but it’s no use. There’s no getting in either of them. And a fire this big means sirens are coming any second, even way out here. And he doesn’t have time to deal with that shit. “Shit.” 

He pulls his phone out, cussing when he gets Gareth’s voicemail. “Where the fuck did you go, man?” He hangs up, dials again, really hoping for an answer this time. 

The phone rings out, goes to voicemail. “Shit. Argyle please tell me you’re not burnt to a fucking crisp in this house, man.” 

He hangs up, dials again, walking back to his bike and waving at Steve to follow. 

“Hear anything yet, kid?”

“They hit the grow house, Wayne. Something bigger is going on here. This shit is all–”

There’s a loud bang on the other end of the line and then a lot of shuffling and muffled yelling. 

“WAYNE? WHAT WAS THAT?” Eddie’s heart slams into his chest. “WAYNE!” 

His phone beeps, dropping the call. 

“FUCK!”

Steve leans forward wrapping his arms tightly around Eddie. “Go.”

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Hellfire Club part twenty-three

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Eddie pulls into the parking lot and parks next to Wayne who’s leaning against his bike waiting for them. 

“What do we know?”

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, holding his hand out to help Steve off the back of his bike. “Not much. She went to the garage. All her shit was on the floor. There was blood.” 

Wayne’s eyes narrow. “Anything seem off when you were there earlier?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Everything was fine. I locked up when I left. Only people with keys are you, me and Chris.”

Wayne nods and claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “We’ll find her.”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. “I know.” 

Wayne looks over Eddie’s shoulder at Gareth where he’s pacing next to his bike. “You hear me?”

Gareth freezes, his eyes snapping to Wayne. 

“We’ll find her.”

Gareth sets his shoulders, a look of determination settling over his face. He nods.

Wayne walks to the head of the table and pushes his chair out of the way. He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes scanning around the room. “Everyone here?”

Eddie’s eyes flick around the room, a pit settling in his stomach. “Where is Hargrove?”

Wayne sighs. “Shit. Anyone seen–”

Billy waltzes in and flops down in an empty seat along the wall.

Eddie’s hand slides behind him, resting on the handle of his gun. “Where the fuck were you?” 

Billy rolls his eyes. “It’s fucking four in the morning, Munson. I was fucking sleeping.” 

Eddie’s fingers flex. “If I find out you had anything to do with this–”

“Enough.” Wayne’s voice bellows through the room. “Hargrove–”

Billy sighs but sits up a little straighter. 

“Could this be your guy? Did something happen?”

Billy shakes his head, the big ego he keeps plastered on his face slipping a little. “Nah. Jason is cool. We have a good thing going. He wouldn’t fuck that up.” 

Wayne nods, moving on to other possibilities. Starts doling out orders, splitting people into groups, sending them all over fucking Hawkins to search. Digging into any connection or bad deal they’ve had in the past.

Eddie barely hears any of it. Can’t shake the feeling in his gut that this isn’t some random retaliation. He glares at Hargrove, watching him fidget in his seat.

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Hellfire Club part twenty-two

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Eddie screeches to a stop outside the garage, throwing his kickstand down and hurrying over to the door, Steve close on his heels. He reaches out, pulls on the handle and it flings open, unlocked.

“Fuck!” Eddie marches through the door, pulling out his gun and holding it ahead of him, keeping low as he goes around corners. He rounds the corner closest to the office and freezes, taking in the mess in front of him. 

There’s papers scattered all over the floor. The work orders Chrissy was coming in for. Her purse is flung off to the side, her phone a few feet away from it. And there’s blood. Not a lot. But enough. 

She’s hurt. And she’s not here. 

Steve places a soft hand on his back. “Eds–” 

Eddie’s head jerks back in the direction they came from when he hears Gareth’s bike pull in. He doesn’t even look at Steve. Just stalks back out. Doesn’t want Gare to see this. 

Gareth barely brings his bike to a complete stop before he’s hurling himself off it, rushing toward the door. Eddie catches him on the shoulder and shakes his head. “She’s not here.”

Gareth’s face drops, his eyes flicking between Eddie’s. “What did you see? Why don’t you want me to go in there?”

Eddie sighs. “Her purse and phone. Some papers and shit she was coming to get.” He hesitates but Gareth reads it on his face. Knows there’s more.

“What else?”

“A little blood.”

Gareth swears under his breath, turning away, his hands flying up to tangle in his hair.

Steve hovers to the side, his voice a little shaky when he says, “We don’t know for sure it was her blood. Right?” His eyes dart to Eddie. 

Eddie nods. “Chris is a fighter. Might not be hers. But she’s not here so…”

Gareth whips back around. “Someone took her.” 

Eddie pulls out his phone and takes a few deep breaths as he listens to it ring. 

“This better be good, kid.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to keep the building panic in his chest at bay. “Someone took Chris.” 

There’s a tense silence on the other end of the line, and then Wayne’s stoic determination comes through. “I’ll call an emergency meeting. Head to The Hideout.”

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Hellfire Club part twenty-one

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Eddie’s heart plummets to his stomach and he pulls out of Steve, plopping down on the bed. “Not since she left the club earlier. Why?” He glances at the clock. 

3:13am

She left to run by the garage around seven. 

Gareth sighs. “She was supposed to come to my place tonight. I fell asleep waiting for her. I just woke up and she still wasn’t here. I tried calling her and she isn’t answering. I thought maybe she was with you.” 

Eddie cusses under his breath. “Did you check the garage?”

“No. I called you first.” 

Steve leans in close to him, tugging on his arm, concern plastered on his face. Eddie just gets up and starts pulling his clothes back on. “I’m on my way. Meet me there.” Eddie hangs up his phone, shoving it in his pocket and turning in a circle, looking for his shirt. 

Steve hovers next to him on the side of the bed. “What’s going on?”

Eddie grabs his shirt off the floor and tugs it over his head. “Gareth can’t get a hold of Chris.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “We saw her earlier.”

Eddie nods, pulling on his shoes. “She was going to the garage. Never made it Gareth’s.” 

Steve gets up and starts gathering his clothes off the floor too. 

Eddie shakes his head. “No, sweetheart. You stay here.”

Steve scoffs. “I’m not just going to sit here if Chrissy is in trouble.” He grabs his phone, hitting a few buttons before wedging it between his ear and shoulder. Eddie hears it ring out through the tinny speaker until Steve pulls it away and hangs up shaking his head. “She didn’t answer.” He steps into his pants, hiking them up and buttoning them. 

Eddie digs his phone out and tries to call her too, just in case, but it goes to voicemail, and then he’s moving. Making his way through the trailer and grabbing things as he goes. He ducks into the kitchen, ripping open the bread box on the counter and grabbing his gun, tucking it into the back of his waistband. He’s halfway out the door when he realizes Steve is right behind him. 

He turns on his heel and shakes his head again. “Baby, I really need you to stay here.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Tough shit.” He stalks over to Eddie’s bike and swings his leg over, scooting back to give Eddie enough room to get on in front of him. 

Eddie sighs but stomps over and swings a leg over his bike, cranking it to life. He doesn’t have time to fucking argue.

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