Those are the words that leave Robin’s mouth the second Eddie opens his trailer door. Before even Eddie himself can get a word out.
“What happened to hello? How are you? I missed you, Eddie, it’s been so long since we’ve hung out one on one,” Eddie says as Robin pushes her way into the trailer. He shuts the door behind her and heads to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water and tossing one at her.
She catches it with a bit of fumbling and continues on her pacing of his living room.
“Now, listen, I’m not supposed to say anything technically. I’m actually like, totally breaking girl code right now, but she’s my best friend and you’re hurting her and I don’t know if you know that you are. Or maybe you do and you just don’t care which isn’t what I think is going on here because I know you, Eddie, and I know you’re not like that,” Robin rambles on, her hands flying out as she speaks.
“Okay, okay. Robin. Breathe. Hurting who? Who likes me? What’s going on?” Eddie steps closer and places his hands on Robin’s shoulders, stopping her pacing mid step. He has to be the calm one here, the reasonable one, because clearly Robin can’t. This is totally out of his element.
“Stevie! For crying out loud, Stevie! Are you not into her, are you being purposefully ignorant, or do you really not know? Because the way you’re acting is just…like, holy shit, dude!” Robin’s hands fly up to tug at her blonde hair, messing up the already messy waves. “You’re meeting up with these random girls backstage at your shows and she’s watching you makeout with them from afar and it’s just- it’s mean!”
And Eddie just…freezes. His eyes open wide, slowly popping out of his skull, and his grip on her shoulders weakens. Robin watches as the color drains from his face, his lips turning a pale shade of white.
“Ohhhh shit, okay, let’s sit you down,” she leads him over to his couch, pushing until his knees hit the sofa and he naturally falls back into it. Robin takes the seat next to him, her own hands now on his shoulders. “Did you really not know?”
“Know- Robin, I’m going to need you to actually say it so I know I’m not mistaken but what I think you’re saying,” Eddie says, nodding quickly and rubbing his suddenly sweaty palms on his black jeans.
“You…didn’t know Stevie was into you? Dude, we all thought she like- couldn’t be more obvious,” Robin says, shaking him just a little bit. “Hey, you’re gonna let flies in,” she gently shuts his jaw with two fingers.
“Stevie. Your best friend, hell, my best friend. Dustin’s platonic mother. Prom queen Stevie the hair Harrington. Is into me. How the fuck could I have known?!” He hisses. It’s his turn to tug at his hair now, pulling a chunk in front of his mouth. “That’s not possible. Nope. Not one bit. Not at all. She likes- she likes jocks, she likes preps, she was fucking cheer captain. Cheer captains don’t like guys like me.”
“Well this one does. Like, a lot,” Robin says softly. She’s staring directly in his eyes. Oh god, Robin Buckley is making direct eye contact. She’s being serious.
“Oh god. You’re being serious,” Eddie chokes out, his breathing becoming a little too shallow.
“Dead serious. And you going around kissing all of these rocker chicks at your shows and rubbing it in her face is pretty shitty when we think you know.”
“How many people know she- um- like- she uh-“
“How many people know she likes you? Like, everyone. Dustin gags when she talks about you, but I think he secretly hopes it becomes a reality. Nance knew right away. And she’s like, totally cool with it too, in case you were worried about the whole ‘is it weird to date my friends ex homoerotic best friendship’, she says it’s not,” Eddie nods enthusiastically at that, “Mike doesn’t get why she can’t stay away from the adult figures in his life, and I think most of them are betting on it you two get together. Your own band knows.”
“Well shit, so this is like, the real deal?” Eddie gulps. “And I’ve already royally fucked this up? Wait, is this why she’s been like…pulling back lately?”
He’s noticed it these past few weeks. The lack of late night phone calls, her missing attendance at his shows, her not inviting him to her house one on one anymore.
“Yeah, she’s kinda dramatic like that. But listen; if you don’t like her, I’ll tell her that and she can and will move on. But if you do, I think she needs to know sooner rather than later. She’s getting tired of waiting around,” Robin says matter-of-factly.
“I gotta fix this. Bro, if I knew she was even an option? Holy shit, man, I really gotta fix this,” Eddie stands up quickly, his eyes searching for his leather jacket. He has to go immediately.
“Hey, hey, hey, chillax Romeo. I also wouldn’t recommend just barging in there and declaring your love,” Robin rises swiftly after him, “I’m sure you’re aware of the pool party she’s throwing later this week? Yeah? Offer to help clean up after. Casual. Don’t scare her away, got it?” She asks, pointing her index finger in his face with her brows raised.
“Got it,” he nods, throwing his hand up in a mock salute.
“At ease, soldier. I think you should also think of what you wanna say before you go running in there. This, at least, gives you time to plan shit out,” Robin says. “She better report back to me with happy news.”
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I think we can all agree that Eddie and Fem!Eddie’s favorite place is between Stevie's legs. And that they’re champs at eating him and her out.
Eddie would eat Steve’s ass like a hungry man and Fem!Eddie would eat that pussy so well Fem!Steve squirts on her face. They would both make sure to make their beautiful Stevie’s scream out their names as they’d fuck them through it.
Hear me out: pretty waitress Stephanie and wet rat line cook Eddie. (I never stop thinking about that one post from forever ago about line cook Eddie who smokes cigarettes and sleeps on a bare mattress but gives the best dick ever. I love it. It lives in my head constantly.)
God!!!! I'm obsessed with gross feral rat Eddie who's fucking the prettiest girl in town. Love the idea of Stephanie being a waitress in the same place where he works as a cook, she'd let him fuck her in the kitchen after closing and comes with one rough, tattooed hand on the soft swell of her hips as he pulls her back onto his cock and the other hand in the back of her hair arching her neck up.
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Written for the STWG prompt motivation:
"But I don't want to do my exercises. It hurts and it makes me hot and sweaty and not even in a fun way," Eddie whines, draping himself over the treadmill dramatically. "It sucks and I hate it."
This had been a near daily fight since Eddie had gotten out of the hospital. Despite the doctors insistence that the walking would help him regain the strength in his legs, Eddie was having none of it. He would whine and fuss and kick his feet like a toddler having a tantrum. Stevie is at her wit's end. She knew her boyfriend hated exercising but this was getting ridiculous.
"Baby, I know, but you need to do it so you can get your strength back. It's only for six weeks, and if you show improvement, you may not have to anymore," she tries, pitching her voice a little higher. It was like dealing with a child.
Which... maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe she was coming at this from the wrong angle. Time to switch tactics.
"Tell you want..." she purrs, which suddenly makes Eddie sit up straighter from where he was still lamenting on the treadmill. "For every hundred steps you do, I'll take off a piece of clothing. And once I'm naked, if you finish your allotted... I'll let you do whatever you want to me. How's that for motivation?"
"Anything?" Eddie asks eagerly. He gets to his feet and starts fiddling with the buttons on the treadmill.
"Anything we've done or already discussed."
Eddie's face goes a little pink. "Even the thing with your tongue?"
Stevie nods, delighted. "Even the thing with my tongue. Maybe I'll even ride you after, since you'll be so tired from being such a good boy."
Eddie gulps and she can hear the treadmill whir to life. He starts walking , shaky as he is, but now he's got a determined look on his face.
She can't not reward such good behavior. She pulls her t-shirt tight over her chest, her tits and the outline of her nipples practically visible through the thin material. It draws Eddie's attention down and she giggles when his eyes go wide watching her tits bounce. "Just a sneak peek," she teases.
Eddie keeps staring, mindlessly walking and following every single movement of her tits and hips.
She should have done this ages ago. "Keep it up, baby," she coos. Stevie thumbs at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal the tanned expanse of her stomach and the tiny little panties she's wearing, the one Eddie really likes to take off with his teeth. "Almost there."
Eddie moans, his steps faster, the tent forming in his sweats getting more and more visible.
stevie harrington and eddie make me so so happy idk maybe its the bisexual in my that wants a lil metal head boyfriend that just thrives on the idea of them
i will shout out Gator Thots on twitter for the BEST stevie and eddie threads out there. their tweet legit live in my head rent FREE
