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She had demanded Steve take her to this music festival since he needs "to discover better music" and Eddie was a part of that demand since it was apparently a "Rock and Metal" festival, now she'll never admit this but Eddie got her hooked to Anthrax, but she's a diehard Joan Jett fan and she will fight anyone of they say otherwise. But now she's sitting in the backseat watching Eddie fail to be subtle while it all flies over Steve's head.

"y'know Harrington this is a great place to meet people." Eddie said jokingly.

"I'm not gonna meet someone at a concert, love the confidence Ed but that's not me anymore." Steve said with a small sigh.

The rest of the ride was pretty much silent except for the occasional, "that's not a bad one" or a "ok that's sick I like that one" from Steve as Eddie had brought some cassettes to expose Steve to the music he'd be hearing.

When they arrived Max soon realized just how out of place her and Steve looked. Everyone else was in leather jackets band shirts and ripped jeans. Max only matched them with her wild hair but after that she looked like a princess compared to these people. Steve didn't look all they intimidated by this sight rather he smiled. Eddie was used to the sight considering he got right into the crowd.

"c'mon you two let's get you fitted in some appropriate attire!" Eddie said as he grabbed Steve's hand and dragged him away, Max sprinted after them. Once they reached a tent that was suitable for their needs Eddie let go of Steve's hand his face somewhat red.

"Shit sorry man didn't mean to just latch myself onto you." Eddie said sheepishly. Steve just chuckled a bit.

"Relax man it's fine glad you're excited." Steve said casually.

"Yeah but maybe slow down? I'm already out of breath and we haven't seen a performance yet!" Max gasped for air. Eddie laughed nervously but they entered the tent and looked around, Eddie was helping them both find stuff, he grabbed an Anthrax shirt along with a denim vest that he quickly found pins to put onto. She was already wearing jeans that he refused to cut up since they were still good, Max just took his knife and did it herself. After that he helped Steve who had found an Iron Maiden shirt he liked and Eddie once more gave Steve his Dio vest. Steve had grown attached to it after the upsidedown jokingly saying he'd have to make his own. Eddie had brought an alternative vest instead and put that on after. They paid and left to go see who was performing.

Max had stuck herself next to Steve that way Eddie was on the other side of Steve. They were walking for a while since the festival was packed full of people, Eddie managed to get around just fine while Max and Steve struggled a bit but caught up to Eddie as the first band was performing. Eddie was having the time of his life, Max was starting to get into it, while Steve just kinda stood there. After a few songs they got off stage and a small break ensued. People began pushing and shoving their way towards them as they made their way out. Eddie managed to get out and dragged Steve with him but Max unfortunately got split from the group. Max had gotten shoved to the ground after someone told her to move out of the way. She thought she was about to be trampled by people but a sharp voice yelled out.

"The fuck are you animals!?" Eddie yelled from above. People's heads snapped up at him. Steve lifted Max up and Eddie proceeded to yell at the people near.

"I get wanting to get some beer and food but Jesus Christ watch where you're fucking going next time!" Eddie yelled with fury. Eddie motioned them forward so they could get close to the stage. They waited and chatted as the next band was setting up. Max turned her head to see that it was her favorite band. Anthrax was getting ready and Eddie and Steve were unaware as they were talking to each other. Max didn't pay attention as she had her eyes glued onto the scene unfolding in front of her. Soon a sound came from the mic making Steve and Eddie shut up and look in front of them.

Anthrax put on a killer show and Max will admit she went wild during the whole thing. But she couldn't help but notice Steve was holding Eddie's hand during one of the songs. After a few more bands they packed up and left. Max was beyond satisfied for the day but what happened back at the car made her day even better. She had gone to the bathroom and told the boys to wait for her. When she got back Eddie and Steve were kissing subtly. They split apart as soon as she cleared her throat.

"oh uh hey you ready?" Steve said nervously.

"yeah as long as you and your boyfriend are done making out" Max said with a smirk. Their faces went red as Max slid into the backseat and laid down.

Rules: Make a poll with seven of your all-time favorite characters from seven different fandoms, and then tag seven people(or as many as you want) to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.

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Modern Eddie from chapter two (What's your type?) of my fic, "Sneaky Link"

He was so much fun to bring to life!!!

You can read the fic here 💕

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For @subeddieweek

here comes a greek tragedy

robin buckley wasn’t supposed to still be at school.

technically, she’d finished band practice an hour ago, but “finished” was a generous word. she’d stayed behind to run scales badly and loudly. then she’d lost track of time, as usual, and now the sky was sliding into that deep blue which meant she should probably get home before her parents assumed she’d been abducted by aliens.

she wheeled her bike across the pavement, humming to herself, when she noticed the camaro.

it was tucked into the far corner of the lot, half in shadow. the engine wasn’t running, she couldn’t hear any music playing and the headlights were off. but someone was inside.

robin slowed her bike.

billy hargrove.

she squinted and frowned.

okay, so she wasn’t exactly his friend. they’d spoken once. one time. but that one time had been… weirdly nice. weirdly human. weirdly not what she expected from the guy who walked around like he was allergic to sincerity.

and now he looked… wrong.

she hesitated.

he was sitting perfectly still, hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. even from a distance, something looked… off. he wasn’t slouched in his usual ‘i own the world and also your lunch money’ posture. he was upright. too upright. like moving hurt.

robin hesitated.

she could leave. she could pretend she didn’t see him. she could mind her own business like a normal person.

but she wasn’t a normal person. she was robin buckley.

she parked her bike, took a breath that did absolutely nothing to calm her nerves, and walked toward the camaro.

she stopped beside the driver’s window.

knock knock.

billy jerked like he’d been shocked. his head snapped toward her, eyes sharp, expression instantly hardening into something defensive and annoyed.

he rolled the window down just enough to talk.

“what?” he snapped, the word sharp and venomous.

robin blinked. okay. so this was the version of billy everyone else got. the one with teeth.

“uh,” she said eloquently. “hi?”

he glared. “what do you want, buckley?”

“i was just… checking on you,” she said, trying not to sound like she was talking to a feral cat. “you look-”

he cut in. “i’m fine.”

he wasn’t. up close, she could see the faint cut on his cheek, dried at the edge like it had bled earlier. his face was bruised in a way that didn’t look like a school fight. and his knuckles (she noticed this immediately) were not bruised. not scraped. not swollen.

which meant he hadn’t been the one throwing punches.

she swallowed, keeping her face neutral.

“okay,” she said softly.

he glared, but it didn’t have the same bite. more like he was tired of holding up the mask.

“i said i’m fine,” he muttered, softer this time.

robin shifted her weight, chewing her lip. she could walk away. she could. but she didn’t.

instead, she reached into her bag.

“i, uh… have these,” she said, pulling out her own small bottle of tylenol.

billy blinked at her like she’d just handed him a live grenade.

“why?” he asked, suspicion thick in his voice.

“because you look like you need them,” she said simply. “and because you gave me some a few weeks ago, remember? so…erm yeah…just returning the favour.”

he stared at the bottle. then at her. then back at the bottle.

for a moment, she thought he’d refuse out of sheer stubbornness.

but then his shoulders sagged - barely, but enough.

he reached out the window and took it.

“thanks,” he muttered, the word almost swallowed.

robin nodded. “you’re welcome.”

he twisted the cap open with careful fingers, like even that small motion hurt. she pretended not to notice. he pretended not to notice her pretending.

after a moment, he leaned back against the seat, eyes closing briefly as he swallowed the tablets.

robin hovered awkwardly beside the car as she put the bottle back in her bag, unsure if she should stay or go.

“so, erm…you okay?”

“you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“i know.”

billy blinked, thrown off. then his eyes narrowed again, suspicious.

“is this-” he gestured vaguely between them, wincing at the movement. “are you… into me or something?”

robin made a noise that could only be described as a dying accordion.

“what? no! absolutely not. zero percent. negative percent.”

billy stared.

“i mean,” she rushed on, “you’re objectively attractive, i guess, in the way that, like, a magazine cover is attractive, but i’m not… that’s not…i don’t-”

she stopped. breathed. tried again.

“i don’t like you like that,” she said firmly. “i was just trying to be friendly.”

billy blinked again, slower this time. “friendly?”

“yes,” she said. “you know, like as in friends…..people who talk sometimes. people who don’t let each other sit alone in parking lots when they look like they’ve been hit by a truck.”

he huffed a laugh, a real one, small and surprised.

“you’re weird,” he said.

“yeah…I get that”

he looked at her for a long moment, something shifting behind his eyes. then he sighed, leaning back carefully.

“fine,” he muttered. “you can… sit. if you want.”

robin blinked. “in the car?”

“yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes like she was being dramatic. “i’m not gonna bite.”

“you say that,” she said, rounding the car to open the door, “but your reputation suggests otherwise.”

he didn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

she slid into the passenger seat, setting her bag at her feet. the interior smelled faintly like old leather and something sharp she couldn’t place. billy shifted slightly, trying not to wince, but she saw it anyway.

she fiddled with her bag so she wouldn’t stare at his face. he closed his eyes, breathing slowly. his right eye looked red and swollen and the bruise beneath it was blooming purple.

but she didn’t comment, and instead spoke, “sooooo! band was a disaster today!”

billy cracked an eye open. “yeah?”

“yeah,” she said, warming to the topic. “i swear my clarinet is possessed. like, full‑on demon mode. every time i try to play a high note, it screams at me.”

“maybe you’re just bad at it,” he said.

“wow,” she said. “thank you for your support.”

he shrugged, wincing again. “just saying.”

“well,” she said, “if you ever want to hear the worst rendition of ‘moonlight serenade’ in the history of music, i can provide.”

“i’ll pass.”

“rude.”

he didn’t reply, but his expression softened, just a little. enough that she could see the exhaustion beneath it. the hurt. the walls he kept up like armour.

they sat in silence for a while, the kind that wasn’t awkward. robin tapped her fingers on her knee. billy breathed slowly, like each inhale was measured.

finally, he said, “you really don’t… like me like that?”

“nope,” she said. “sorry to disappoint.”

“i’m not disappointed,” he said quickly. too quickly.

robin raised an eyebrow. “okay.”

he glared half‑heartedly. “i just…people don’t usually want to be friends with me.”

“well,” she said, “lucky for you, i’m not people.”

he huffed another laugh.

“you shouldn’t… get involved,” he said, voice low. “with me. it’s not… smart.”

robin leaned her hip against the car door. “good thing i’m not known for my smart decisions.”

he huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. or a pained breath. hard to tell.

robin glanced at him, at the bruises and the cut, the way he held himself afraid.

she didn’t say anything.

she didn’t have to.

after a while, billy cleared his throat. “you should get home.”

“yeah,” she said softly. “you gonna be okay?”

he hesitated. then, “yeah. thanks… buckley.”

she smiled. “see you around, hargrove.”

robin climbed out of the camaro, the door clicking shut behind her. the air felt cooler now, the sky now black and the parking lot completely empty.

she grabbed her bike from where she’d propped it against the curb.

behind her, billy cleared his throat.

“hey,” he said, voice rough but not sharp this time.

she turned. he was watching her through the open window, eyes a little less guarded now.

“you need a lift?” he asked. it came out gruff, like the words were unfamiliar in his mouth. “i can… i mean, i can drive you. it’s dark.”

robin blinked, surprised. billy hargrove offering someone a ride home felt like one of the signs of the apocalypse.

but she smiled, soft and small. “that’s nice of you. but i’m good.”

he frowned slightly, like he wasn’t sure if she was lying to spare him.

she gestured to her bike. “i live right around the corner. literally a two‑minute ride. if i got in your car, it’d take longer to buckle the seatbelt.”

billy huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. “fine. suit yourself.”

“i usually do,” she said, grinning.

he rolled his eyes, but there was no heat in it. “yeah. i’m getting that.”

she stepped back, hands on her handlebars. “you gonna be okay getting home?”

he hesitated, just a flicker, then nodded. “yeah. i’ll manage.”

robin didn’t push.

“good.”

billy watched her for another moment, something unreadable in his expression. then he nodded once, like they’d made some kind of silent agreement neither of them had the words for.

“see you around, buckley,” he said.

“see you around, hargrove.”

she swung her leg over her bike and pushed off, wheels humming softly against the pavement. she didn’t look back until she reached the edge of the lot.

when she did, she lifted a hand in a small wave.

he didn’t wave back, but he didn’t look away either.

robin pedaled into the quiet evening, her chest warm in a way she didn’t fully understand. she’d only talked to him twice. twice. and yet something about him tugged at her. not in the romantic way he’d assumed, but in the way you recognised another person carrying something heavy and thought, maybe i can help lighten it, even just a little.

maybe, she thought, this was how friendships started.

she squeezed her eyes shut. maybe if she stayed still enough, the universe would forget she existed.

instead, the universe sent billy hargrove.

she’d just closed her eyes when a shadow fell over her.

“you dying or something?”

she knew his voice. everyone knew that voice. billy hargrove, resident bad boy, king of dramatic entrances, and the reason half the girls in school cared about lip gloss.

robin blinked up at him, startled. “uh… no?”

he raised an eyebrow, like he didn’t believe her for a second. he was leaning against the side of the bleachers with his beefy arms crossed, hair wild, bruises blooming across his cheekbone like abstract art. he looked like trouble, which was exactly his brand.

robin, meanwhile, looked like a crumpled napkin.

“you sure?” he asked. “you look kinda… not great.”

“wow,” she said. “thanks. that’s very comforting.”

he smirked, just a little. “i’m a comforting guy.”

she snorted. “that’s not what i’ve heard.”

and then she froze, because oh god, she’d actually said that out loud. to billy hargrove. who could probably end her socially with a single hair flip.

but he didn’t get mad. he just laughed under his breath, like she’d amused him.

“still… you okay?” he asked, voice softer.

he hadn’t left? that was the weird part. no, it was weird they were even talking in the first place! they’d never spoken, despite sharing an english class where he pretended not to know the answers and she pretended not to notice he definitely did.

robin hesitated. she didn’t owe him anything. but something about the way he asked….like he actually cared, like he wasn’t just killing time, made her answer.

“cramps,” she croaked out. “pretty bad ones.”

billy nodded, not grossed out, not confused, just… thoughtful. which was suspicious. most guys reacted to the word “period” like it was a nuclear threat.

“hold on,” he said.

robin watched him rummage through a beat‑up gym bag slung over his shoulder. she blinked as he pulled out a small bottle.

“painkillers.”

she stared at it. then at him. then back at it.

“you carry tylenol around?” she asked.

“yeah.” he shrugged, looking away. “my-” his jaw tightened for a second. “my stepsister, max….she gets headaches. won’t be long til she’s cramping too. i keep some on me.”

it was a lie. or half a lie. robin could tell. but it wasn’t the kind meant to deceive. more like the kind meant to protect something he didn’t want to talk about.

she took the bottle. “thanks.”

he just shrugged.

she sat up to swallow two pills dry then curcled back down onto the bench. billy stayed stood, like he wasn’t in a hurry to get back to the gym full of yelling jocks.

“you want me to walk you to the nurse?” he asked.

robin snorted. “absolutely not, she’s totally useless. i’ll be fine once these kick in. i just needed to escape the entire population of hawkins high for a while.”

“fair enough”

they sat in silence. not awkward, surprisingly. more like a truce. robin wasn’t sure what to do with that. billy hargrove was supposed to be chaos incarnate, not… calm.

she was about to make a sarcastic comment when the gym doors slammed open.

“hargrove!” steve harrington’s voice echoed across the court.

billy turned instantly, posture straightening, expression shifting into something robin had never seen on him before. he smiled. not the cocky smirk he used on girls or the sharp grin he used before fights. a real smile. soft and warm.

steve jogged over, hair bouncing as his grey tshirt stuck to him. he didn’t see robin tucked under the bleachers, which was fine. she was basically a cryptid at this point.

“coach is looking for you,” steve said, slightly breathless. “you can’t just disappear in the middle of drills.”

“yeah, yeah.” billy waved him off, still smiling. “I’m coming”

steve rolled his eyes but grinned, starting to walk backwards. “then come on man!”

billy turned to robin before leaving. “so, you gonna be okay?”

the fact that he asked again made something twist in her chest. not romantically, god no! but in a way that said maybe billy hargrove wasn’t the one‑dimensional disaster everyone assumed.

“yeah,” she said. “thanks.”

he nodded. “see you around, buckley.”

he said her name like he’d known it all along.

then he jogs after steve, falling into step beside him. they bumped shoulders, laughing about something robin couldn’t hear, and disappear back into the gym.

robin watched them go, and something clicked. the smile. the softness. the way billy’s whole body language changed when steve showed up.

oh.

oh.

well, that explained a lot.

she lay back down, the painkillers finally starting to dull the worst of the cramps. sunlight filtered through the bleachers, warming her face. the gym noise faded into a distant hum.

“thanks again,” she murmured, even though he was already gone.

part 2

Stranger: Smile!

Derek, family's been dead for 6 yrs:

Derek: My mother died this morning

Stranger: Smile, it can't be that bad

Stiles, expert bullshitter: *starts crying and sobbing*