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“I have a… slush on you. Or does ‘I glove you’ sound better?” {N o eDdIe}

"You know, don't ever quit your day job, Eds." Steve laughed, shaking his head as feet carried them both up to the gates of...what was this thing called again? Right, a Renaissance Festival. One had been in Indianapolis, and upon seeing Eddie's absolute excitement, Steve had agreed to go. He had never done anything like this, in fact, it was pretty rare for him to leave Hawkins, especially with everything going on with the Upside Down and never wanting to leave the kids alone.

Quite honestly, he had no idea what was to be expected here. The way Eddie had been describing it, it had kind of seemed like a live version of his Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. Steve had sat in on enough Hellfire Club meetings at this point that he could kind of understand the gist of it all, but that was never going to prepare him for what he was facing that day. It was a good thing that he loved Eddie. Or should he say, gloved.

"Maybe you could work as one of the jesters here. They have those things, right?" He had tried to at least learn a little so as not to disappoint. He knew there would be giant turkey legs, and people dressed up, and people talking in a weird language that Eddie sometimes spoke when he was Dungeon Master. Getting out their tickets, Steve looked over at the other with curiosity. "I'm totally out of my element here, man. You'll have to lead us to whatever you want to see first."

Thank God for alcohol. He was nursing that beer bottle like it was a life line at this point, shifting back and forth between his converse as he watched the stage technicians finish setting up. He wished he could wait backstage with Eddie, but understood why he wasn’t allowed since he wasn’t part of the band. The lights were finally dimming, and Steve was right there in the front row as Eddie and those other guys came on stage, giving an enthusiastic wave to the other, feeling a bit calmer now that the musician was at least in line of sight.

It had started as a joke. Kind of still was. No, it would always be a fucking joke. As usual Eddie had dealt with the glares and the comments under the jocks's breath as he walked passed them in the hallways of Hawkins High. Eddie ignored it, for the most part. Sure, he went on his rants and was very loud in his impromptu retaliations but it was as far as it went. He wasn't going to physically fight the jocks. Eddie was stronger than he looked but jocks were like wolves, they traveled in packs. Obviously right? Sports teams and all.

For all the shit the jocks talked, Eddie had a feeling they were scared of him. It's why they never got too close and never actually tried to touch him. I mean, who the fuck would start shit with the devil's vessel? Satan incarnate! Eddie definitely played up to all those rumors. So when Eddie slipped that note into Jason's locker, he really didn't think Jason would show.

Imagine his fucking surprise!

It was the howls and barks of the strays of Forest Hills that got Eddie out of bed. They weren't strays exactly. They belonged to everyone that lived there and no one at the same time. Turns out they were good guard dogs and announced unexpected visitors.

The light of the front porch came on and the front door was pulled open, then the screen door was pushed open and a half asleep Eddie Munson, shirtless and with an insane case of bedhead stood at the door, rubbing one eye while squinting the other trying to see who was out there. It didn't help that half the street lamps in the trailer park were out ninety percent of the time. Thankfully, Jason always wore that obnoxiously loud letterman jacket.

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"sometimes you just have to celebrate the rollercoaster that is intimacy"

“ that is fair -- but,  i would rather ask vecna out on a date than go through the last week again. ”  he felt breathless despite that being impossible and shuffled as close as he could to siobhan,  resting his head on her chest.  this was what he’d craved since he got home.

   Often  Horatio  wonders  ,  how  was  his  team  was  doing  after  these  few  days  of  handling  such  a  rough  case  ?  The  case  that  nearly  itched  a  hole  through  their  head  ,  of  course  ,  evidence  tells  too  many  different  stories  ,  witness  and  suspect’s  different  tales  .  Just  ,  it  is  something  that  tell  the  boss  of  the  CSI  to  go  and  check  on  his  team  .

❝  Speed  ,  I  thought  you’re  going  home  early  .  ❞  Horatio  questions  this  upon  his  entering  into  the  locker  room  ,  seeing  the  last  teammate  in  the  locker  room  .  His  tone  are  rather  sounds  much  more  concerns  after  exhaling  a  faintest  tiring  sighs  .