His life's not too affected by season one. He knew Benny, but they weren't close, and Eddie knows enough about silent suffering to not have any trouble buying the suicide story. Obviously Barb Holland ran away; who wouldn't want to ditch Hawkins if they could? And even as creative as Eddie is, it doesn't occur to him that anyone would make a fake Will Byers corpse. He does spend some time wondering who the kid whose body they found was, but only comes up with a runaway from another small town just as awful as Hawkins.
The social changes at the highschool affect him more. Harrington ditching Hagan and Perkins is hot gossip, but the effects of the schism only occasionally flow down to his social circles.
Eddie actually does have a theory about the destroyed crops in season two: developers who are hoping to buy farmland for cheap. The construction of Starcourt Mall shortly after backs him up on it. Its destruction in a fire just a couple of months after it opened doesn't make Eddie any less suspicious. He knows when you put something up that fast shortcuts happen, and maybe the insurance was the point the whole time? The details are a little fuzzy, but Eddie knows it's shady rich people getting richer.
I love all of this, but especially when the conspiracy theories kick in. Those are so in keeping with Eddie's worldview. He must be personally outraged when it all turned out to be monsters but also vindicated that the building of the mall was super shady and politically/financially motivated.
“Max, please. We're just worried. You don't have to come out, just let me know you're alive at least and I'll leave.”
His forehead is pressed against the door, waiting for a sign. The girl is stubborn, fearless, which is great usually but in this context it's pissing him off.
He thinks about trying for a more stern tone, a real dad voice, but before he decides yes or no, someone says, “Hey, asshole.”
Steve turns just in time to see a fist flying towards his face, enough time to drop back against the door and avoid taking one on the chin. Unfortunately, the attacker didn't expect Steve to dodge so he ends up flying forward, into Steve, who catches his full weight in momentum.
And that's when Max opens the door.
They fall backwards into the living room with twin grunts of pain. Steve gets a whiff of Irish Spring and weed while the guy spralls out on top of him.
“What the fuck is going on?” Max snarls. “Get up.”
Steve receives a nudge to the ribs, which is rude. None of this is his fault. He pushes the guy over and finds none other than Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson laying next to him.
“What the hell was that, dude?!” He shoves Munson's leg off where it was still laying across his own. “Are you on coke?”
“Fuck you!” He growls back while he attempts to fix his wild hair. “I'm not the one sniffing around Freshmen girls like a pathetic creep.”
“Sniffing around-” He looks up at Max, who looks down at him, eyebrows up to her hairline. They both burst out laughing.
Munson does not appreciate this. “You know what, fuck this. This is what I get for trying to be a decent person. Never doing that again.” He goes to get up but Steve grabs his jacket sleeve.
“Dude, she's a kid! You can't really think I would-”
“I'm not a kid!” Max ruins his speech by yelling. “If you think Lucas and I never-”
Steve has to let go of Munson to slap both hands over his ears, yelling ‘La la la’s to drown out whatever horrific shit she’s trying to say.
He looks up to check to see if she's done and finds her in her usual pose, arms crossed, scowl in place. He removes his hands but she immediately takes advantage by snapping, “Like you're such a saint. If you weren't fucking at my age I'll eat my hat.”
Steve blooms bright red, hoping Munson isn't looking. “Shut up! You're not wearing a hat.”
“Oh, yeah, Sherlock?” She snarks back.
Steve grins, so happy to be pissing her off.
She doesn't like that. “Why am I entertaining this? Get the fuck out of my house. Both of you.”
“Well excuse me for thinking you needed rescuing.” Munson turns to leave, Steve's still on the floor so he gets an eye full of a black clad ass, bandana hanging out of the left pocket.
“Like I would stoop so low,” Max says with a scoff, and it's Steve's turn to be offended.
Before he can get out more than a, ‘Hey!’ Munson's hand cuts through the air and motions, dramatically, to Steve's face.
“You're expecting me to believe you're immune to this?”
Steve blinks up at him, confused.
“Clearly you're not,” Max says, earning a dramatic gasp. “I don't date jocks,” she responds with finality, sneer well and truly in place. Her eyes cut back down to Steve. “And you can tell Lucas I said that. I don't need a babysitter.”
Steve, finally tired of being on the floor, stands up and brushes himself off. “Really, Max? I want you to think long and hard about that. Really picture his face if I actually told him that. You know the one. Sad but being so brave about it. You really want that?”
She's still trying for cold indifference, staring at the TV, but she doesn't answer either.
“Fine, I'll go. Just needed to check in, make sure you were still alive. It's not too late to go to the Sinclair’s for dinner,” he reminds her.
“Me and mom are doing Chinese.” She pushes Steve the rest of the way out the door and slams it in his face.
“Jesus. Ungrateful brat.” He tugs his jacket straight and turns to find Munson staring at him, sort of the way you would look at a weird bug you found in your bathroom. “What?”
He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Eventually he just walks away. Steve trips down the steps to follow him.
“Hey, wait!” He jogs in front and follows Munson's trajectory, skipping backwards across the street. “Seriously, I just wanna say thanks.”
That stops him. “Thanks? For what?”
“For looking out for her. She won't let anyone else do it. I'm glad she has someone making sure she's okay.” He watches Munson try to shrug it off, like what he did was nothing. “Seriously, it was really cool. For all you knew I was trying to perv on a teenager. I know my reputation doesn't help any.”
Munson snorts. “Yeah, forgive me for thinking you'd scraped the bottom of the barrel. I did think it was weird you weren't going for a Junior at least but.” He shrugs again.
He follows Munson to his trailer. For some reason he doesn't want the conversation to end.
“She's a huge pain in my ass but I love her like a sister. Which is why she can't stand me right now.”
Munson tilts his head, asking without asking. Steve huffs. It's hard to explain but he wants to talk to someone about it. Robin is his usual sounding board these days but it's hard to replace the solidity of guy friends.
Not that he wants to be friends with The Freak… But Dustin vouches for him so maybe he's not as bad as Steve remembers.
“Billy Hargrove was her stepbrother.”
Munson sucks a breath through his teeth. “Jesus H. Talk about trauma.”
“Yeah. We, uh,” he scratches at the back of his head, “we were there when it happened. She saw him die. He actually kinda helped save us at the end. So, she hated him but then redemption and death and change and now here we are. She's had it harder than the rest of us.”
Eddie stares at him, wide-eyed and sympathetic. “You were there? The fire?”
He sniffs. Eddie’s van has a key mark running the length of it. Echos of slurs passing easily from jock to jock bounce around Steve's skull.
“Yeah. I was working at Scoops. It was…crazy.” Wild understatement.
“Fuck, man. Yeah. I forgot about that.”
Steve winces. Of course. Of course Eddie Munson saw him in that stupid uniform.
“Not my proudest moment but I made a friend out of it, so…”
“Friend?” He asks, swinging himself up onto the porch and onto the dilapidated couch. Steve follows again.
“Yeah. Robin Buckley? She saved my ass like a hundred times that night.”
“Hmm.” He pulls a pack of Camels out, offers Steve one, which he gladly takes. “Henderson seems to think you guys are set to be married.”
“That little shithead. I've told him a hundred times it's not like that between us. Thanks,” he says when Eddie lights him up. “Don't know why he can't drop it.”
“She's not your type?” He blows smoke out of his nose like a dragon, which seems like such a nerdy thing to do, but he's weirdly pulling it off. Steve really needs to stop romanticizing these fucking dweebs, it's getting ridiculous. He used to be cool.
“I mean, she's definitely cute. Super smart, really funny. It's more like I'm not her type.”
“So, what, you stick it out, see if you grow on her?”
Steve chuckles lowly. “Fat chance of that.”
Eddie doesn't respond. When Steve glances over he finds Eddie looking thoughtful.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just- Nothing. Happy she has a good friend.”
They stare at each other. Steve's not good at these types of subtle communications but he's pretty sure Eddie figured it out from the little bit that Steve has shared. If the rumors about him are true he probably won't out Robin. Hopefully. She'll kill Steve stone dead if he does.
“No reason not to be,” he says. He hopes Eddie gets what he's saying. Wants to be a good ally or whatever.
A quirk of a smile dents his cheek, which Steve takes as a win.
They don't say anything for a bit, just finish smoking in the cold. It's unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving but still, enough to make your fingers and your nose feel numb after twenty minutes.
“I gotta ask, man. How'd you end up babysitting all these fucking kids? Henderson would have me believe you two are like brothers.”
Oh, fuck, that's too much. He really hopes he doesn't start crying like a fucking idiot loser.
“I mean, we kinda are? He grows on you.”
“Like a fungus.”
Steve snorts. “Yeah. It wasn't something I was looking for, half raising a bunch of asshole kids, it just sort of happened. You know Mike, Nancy's brother.” Eddie gives him a look that conveys ‘Unfortunately.’ “Yeah, so he was just kinda around, while we were dating, and then some shit went down that Dustin roped me into, helping him and the Party. And one thing led to another and now here I am. A mother of four. Five if you count Erica.”
“Erica?”
“Lucas’s sister. You'd remember if you ever met her. She makes Sourman look like Sparkle Princess.”
Eddie stares blankly. “What the fuck is a Sour Man?”
“You know,” Steve waves, “the bad guy from your nerd books. Lord of the Rings.”
A very real smile breaks across Eddie's face, almost a grin really. “You mean Sarumon.”
“Tomato, tomahto.” Steve ignores the warmth sliding through his stomach. It's probably gas. “You having dinner with your parents?”
He cracks a laugh. “Wouldn't that be something. No, man, it's just me and my uncle and we're not cooks. I think he's getting leftovers from some chick he works with. I don't know.”
“Oh.” Weirdly, that is comforting. Steve didn't have anywhere to be today either until Dustin invited him over. “You wanna come with me to the Henderson’s? Claudia makes a mean sweet potato casserole.”
He fidgets with his lighter, not meeting Steve's eyes. “With the marshmallows on top?”
“Duh.”
“And they wouldn't care if I came?”
“Are you kidding? Dude thinks you're the coolest thing since Han Solo.”
He likes that, smiling down at his feet. “Oh yeah? Well if I'm Han you're definitely Luke. Henderson thinks you're some kinda ninja.”
Aww, fuck, he really might cry. “That's cool.” He sniffs. “If I'm Luke then Robin is Leia, cause we're, like, bonded and stuff. But you guys can't date cause, uh…”
Eddie snorts. “We're not each other's type?”
Steve stares, pulse jumping for some reason. “Yeah.”
“That's fine. Kinda always thought Han and- Uh. Nevermind.” He slaps his knees and jumps up. “If you're sure about dinner at the H’s, let's do it. I wanna see the look on his face when we show up together.”
It takes Steve another second to stop staring but he does eventually snap out of it. “Right. It's gonna be amazing. You think he'll pass out?”
Watching him dance is one thing, but Eddie is breathless from the firm but gentle grip on his waist and the warm hand in his.
“Fast-paced song, huh, babydoll?” Billy breathes. He draws his arm back and spins Eddie around once, slides up behind him and secures a hand on his hip again. There are lips close to his ear the next time he speaks. “Left one, right two, sugar, don’t even think about it. Just do.”
Eddie listens. Looks down at his feet as he moves, smiling when Billy’s chin hooks over his shoulder.
Footloose might not do it for him anymore after this, he decides. Not when he’s experienced what it’s like to have California, hot and eager, pressed against his back. Not with Dire Straits in one ear and soft counting in the other.
“You’re a natural,” Billy lilts. “Best partner I’ve had all night.”
Eddie laughs. Tosses his head back against Billy’s shoulder and hums when lips ghost over his throat.
“I’m stepping all over your boots, Hargrove.”
“Mm, but you look cute doin’ it.”
Every skipped dance suddenly feels like a grave loss. Eddie can’t think about that for too long, though, because the hand at his waist grips softly and a hot puff of air rises goosebumps against his neck.
“Gonna spin you around, then you mirror me, alright?” Billy whispers.
Eddie nods. Gasps when he’s twirled and brought right back in like a boomerang, hips locking with Billy’s again.
There’s a grin on the blond’s face, just inches away, and Eddie does good to mirror it with his own lopsided smile. Chuckles and tilts their foreheads together as they drift all over the dance floor.
John always calls Sherlock love, so their son believes that is Sherlock's name. Super cute short story that is just pure fluff! It really pulled my heart strings and I just wanted to give little Hamish a big hug.
Was just going through my Google docs and came across this. A group of us decided to write up our ‘predictions’ for S4 and what a laugh. The date on this was December 31. Some of it turned out to be pretty damn close, but fucking hell. The rest of it? Not so much.
Read on for a good laugh at what someone who used to believe in the story I thought Mofftiss were telling. *sad trombone noises*
Series 4 predictions.
I’m not entirely sure how to look at what we’ve seen from setlock and the trailers without my EMP glasses on. I believe the reason for the lockdown on TFP isn’t just about Johnlock, but also the reveal of just how much of the series has been mind palace up to this point.
Here we go!
T6T: I’m trying to work out Mark’s comments about how the ep has a lot of starts, will be shown in action. Will it just jump from scene to scene:? Straight from the tarmac to tunnel birth, to Sherlock dismissing clients a la the beginning of ASiB, to happy family bunny-bomb baby outings (or the Naby, as I now call it, because there is No Baby). Christenings.
All the domesticity wearing on John. Especially as he watches Sherlock’s continued downward spiral with the drugs and pulling away with the Thatcher case. The ep will be a lot of John being pulled in both directions. Cracks showing that he wants the life with Sherlock more than his married life.
I believe the bus stop scenes, the meeting with the mysterious woman that will lead the ‘viewer’ and maybe Sherlock and / or Mary to think John is cheating. Though I am still convinced (85%?) that Bus Stop Woman is Sian Brooke. She is Smith’s daughter and maybe she came to Sherlock (the scene where John says, ‘enlighten me then’) could possibly be her, and Sherlock may find it dull to begin with, dismiss it but John works on it alone? To compensate for missing the ‘excitement and danger’. It also works with the comment that there is a ‘villain’ more in the background of this episode, which could be Smith?
Sherlock picks up the Thatcher case, like he did the Ricoletti case. It’s mp, so this works. It’s a case that can work for him to get to just what or who Mary is.
I do not think the Morocco confrontation happens in T6T. This thought just came to me today. AA was at Miskin. I’m not keen on the theory she just ‘showed’ up to fake people out during filming. Maybe she did, but I think we are going to see Mary in all the eps. :(
I don’t know what to make of the yellow face speculations, the Moran theory. There has to be some connection. The universe is rarely so lazy. Will she show up on that beach with Moriarty? If John wasn’t her assignment then I don’t know what is going on? But I can’t work it out.
Whatever happens, whether it’s something revealing about Mary that Sherlock shares with John, or the ‘cheating’ thing, it’s bad. Bad enough for John and Sherlock to nearly sever ties.
TLD: This ep is going to be off the charts. I like the idea that we get shared POV revealed in this one. Sherlock will be convinced by John to take up the Smith case. Sherlock will spiral further into madness from there. Truly coming close to being buried in his mp. It will get so bizarre and out of control that the audience will have no other conclusion to come to that none of it can be real. Maybe that’s when the ep will split. We’ll get John at a comatose Sherlock’s bedside, just after his shooting. I toyed with the idea that ‘going back’ will be literal. Not to the Reichenbach fall, but the fall he took in CAMs office. It will continue in ‘real life’ from there. And that’s when we get to see what John is doing.
John “Pretty Damn Smart” Watson. Takes up the ‘case’ of Who Shot Sherlock? Sherlock told us that Sir Eustace’s murder (which is a mirror image of Sherlock’s own gunshot wound) (mirrors, gotta love them) was so simple that even Scotland Yard could figure it out, but yet- he got it wrong! He believes John won’t. And I don’t either. There is plenty to be going on with.
I believe this is when Mary runs. John tracks her to Morocco. No baby! (cause it’s just a month or so after the wedding and that was one more deduction Sherlock got wrong). I’m not sure what will happen. Whether he will demand she turn herself in, or if there will be a fight between them.
ETA: since the birth announcement was placed in December (?) there is no way there can be a baby, unless they really are going for a full-on retcon.
Insane wish-fulfillment: John at Sherlock’s bedside. Confessions and the things he always meant to say, safe to say them now.
TFP: I have NO IDEA. Honestly. Where does this grey room business fit? Why is there a Moriarty on the beach? The boat, is that part of this? Sherlock’s hair is short. WHY? He wakes up and sees John’s new hair, so he has to ‘freshen up a bit’?
Blergh. This one has me completely skunnered and it’s just too nebulous to figure it out.
ETA: I feel like Moriarty will have to come back in mp. He’s come to Sherlock twice now, and as we all know, it always comes in threes. So there is one more to come. I’m not sure if that is what is happening on that beach, though? I really can’t figure this one out.
Eddie ignored the tentative knocking from the door behind him as he continued to set up the classroom. He needed everything to be perfect so he could lead his merry band of players through the next phase of the campaign. He was in the zone – and he did not tolerate interruptions from the zone.
The knock got louder — almost imperceptibly so.
He sighed as he dropped a chair unceremoniously in place. “Can I help you?” he asked the interloper loudly, without turning around. He was annoyed. Honestly, he loved these kids but he required time to work his magic. None of this just happened — Eddie Munson made it happen.
“I’m sorry to interrupt. Are you busy?” asked a hesitant, feminine voice.
Eddie froze. No fucking way.
Why was Chrissy Cunningham talking to him? How did she even know where to find him?
Tags: Pre-canon, Pre-s4, Eddie has a FAT crush, pining, 86 is their year baby~, flustered boi, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: Completed
