This Actually So Funny Bc It's Right

This actually so funny bc it's right

Rewatching Moon Knight is fun because it starts like Steven is the normal one and Marc is like his badass American sleeper agent alter ego who is cool and suave and smart and then it’s like PSYCHE haha Marc is actually so mentally ill and kinda lame and sad and super divorced while Steven’s the silly goofy kooky one and basically gave himself a Master’s Degree in Egyptology and speaks French bc he was bored and he’s so Truly Deeply Madly in love and kind of a passive aggressive bitch AND THEN it’s like DOUBLE PSYCHE these guys can fit so many fucked up problems in them that there’s now a third guy and HE is actually the super cool alter with a fucking limousine and driving gloves and also he speaks Spanish. Gottem.

Stop the Car | James Potter

Summary :: James is your best friend and disapproves of your current lifestyle. Which he doesn’t know, your weekend hookups are only a means to get over your seemingly unrequited love for him.

Warnings/Tags :: best friends arguing, james being an absolute tool, slut shaming!, angst with only a slight happy ending, remus and sirius being the bestest friends ever

Note :: I might do a part two to this if anyone ends up wanting me to !!

“James, you can’t be serious right now?” You scoffed, digging your heels into the footwell of his car, arms crossed over your chest.

“I am,” He laughed dryly, “We’re leaving.” He looked furious and you had no idea why. His chest was heaving, his hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly as he pulled away from the curb, leaving the party behind. The thrumming music became nothing but a whisper as he turned the corner.

“I don’t understand.” You questioned, turning to face him, “What is your problem?”

“Seatbelt.”

“What?”

“Put your bloody seatbelt on.”

You look down at his lap and roll your eyes at the fact that he himself hadn’t put his seatbelt on. You almost want to laugh at his reckless irony, but you don’t and decide to just put your own seatbelt on instead of arguing about it.

“Why did you have to embarrass me like that?” You huff, reaching down to unclasp your heels to take them off, hopefully easing the pain around your dented ankles.

“Embarrass you?” He laughs, “You did all the embarrassing yourself,”

You try not to be offended by whatever it was he was implying. But you knew where this conversation was going. You’d been anticipating it for weeks. “I was having a good time.”

“A good time? Eating that muggles' face off?” He questions, upping the speed of his car, a great show of his unnecessary anger, “Look, I don’t care how you spend your nights out, but you-”

“Seems like you care a great deal, Potter.”

He looks at you, a little disappointed for a half second, and if you weren’t sobering up you wouldn’t have noticed it. It was gone quicker than it was there. “So what if I do, huh? I care that you got drunk at some trashy house party with people you don’t even know. Could you name a single person you were with tonight?”

“James, I think you’re forgetting that I’m an adult now.” You want to laugh but you don’t, you are beyond angry with him, “If you wanted to go out partying and fuck random girls, I don’t think I would stop you. I trust you, which is something I can’t say the same for you, about me.”

“What are you talk- of course I trust you!” He sighs angrily, trying to somewhat calm himself down, but he knows a breathing exercise is going to help, “You’re just being reckless.”

“James I don’t understand!” Now you’ve started to raise your voice, biting your tongue to keep your frustrated tears at bay, “You’re not my bloody boyfriend, why do you care so much?”

It’s then that he eases up on the pedal, the roaring sound of his engine dies down slightly, and the small silence is almost deafening. His heaving breaths mixed with your stuttered ones were the only things to be heard for what felt like forever. In reality, the silence only lasted seconds.

“Y/N,” He laughs, actually laughs. Which only makes you angrier, “Trust me, I know I’m not your boyfriend. How would I even find the time to ask you on a date between each random fuck you have.” He sounds bitter, his words spewing from his mouth with nothing but pity.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your eyelids flitter in some sort of sorry means of keeping back the burning tears that wanted to escape. Though you eventually let them, too tired of arguing and swallowing back the lump in your throat to keep them in, “What’s…” You hiccup, and instead of sounding as pathetic as you feel, you laugh wetly, “What’s that supposed to mean, James?”

“I think you know what it means,” He doesn’t even look at you, eyes fixed on the dark road ahead, irate features lit up by every street lamp you pass. You watch as his jaw clenches and his eyebrows don’t relax in the slightest. You’re partly glad he hasn’t looked at you, you don’t want him to see you crying. Though you feel he can probably sense it. James had never, ever treated you this way and you were so confused. Angry, but more confused.

You wished the party had been closer to your flat because this trip felt like it had been the longest you’d ever been on. When really, it was only going to be 20 minutes at the most. You realise for the first time ever, you didn’t want to surround yourself with James, and it hurt.

You look out the window to somewhat distract yourself and it’s only then, when you’re not pointlessly arguing with James, that you realise you’re not on the way to your own neighbourhood.

“Where are we going?” You mumble, wiping your nose. Cringing at the line of wetness on your sleeve.

“My house,” He mumbles back.

“Like fuck we are.” You scoff.

“What?”

“Take me home, please.”

“We’re almost at mine. I’ll take the lounge,”

“I want to go to mine, James.” You wring your hands in your lap, biting at your lip to stay calm.

“I’m tired, Y/N. You’re on the other side of town, just come back to mine and I’ll take you home in the morning.” He flicks his indicator a little too hard as he rounds the corner a few blocks from his house.

“You were the one who picked me up. Take me home.”

James looks a little sad for a moment but showed no signs of actually saying something redeeming or meaningful, “Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted me-”

“Stop the car.”

“Huh?” For the first time since you hopped in his car, he actually turns to look at you. Confused and less angry than before.

“Stop the car, James.” You sit up in your seat and pick up your shoes at your feet and place them on your lap.

“Why?”

“Because you’re being a fucking dick and I don’t want to be near you right now.” You want to cry even harder than before, but you don’t. You just want to get out of his car. Which was suddenly feeling like it was growing hotter, your breaths quickening and hands growing clammy around your shoes. You felt like if you gripped them any harder, the faux leather would’ve snapped in your hands.

“Okay, I’ll take you home. Just calm down.” He indicates out to turn around and it’s when he stops to reverse, you take it as your opportunity to open your door and clamber out of the car.

You slam your door behind you and pay James no mind even when you hear his muffled yells through the closed car. You’re only a few metres up the grassy path when he manages to complete his turn and slowly pull up next to you with the passenger window down.

“Y/N, get back in the car.” He leans down to eye you from the window, opposite hand draped across the wheel. Only taking small glances back at the road, attention more focused on you.

You don’t reply, continuing your strides up the beaten path, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of sharp gravel stones digging into your bare feet. Couldn’t be worse than the heels you were wearing. You let the worst of your tears stream down your already damp cheeks, staggered intake of breaths, which were more like hiccups, causing your chest to heave.

“I won’t let you walk home in the dark.” He steers back out into the middle of the road to avoid a parked car, driving back across to the curb to where you were walking. He winces as you trip over an uneven paver, subconsciously moving his hand out even though it was impossible for him to steady you in any way.

“You won’t? What are you gonna do James?” It was impossible to see through the tears blurring your vision but you’d be damned if you got back in the car with him. Your feet were battered and your head hurt, but you could walk home in the dim light, you’d done it before after one of your nights out. You weren’t going to tell him that though, he’d probably only judge you more.

“Just get back in the car, Y/N.”

“Nope.”

You were probably being overdramatic, but you didn’t care at all. You were beyond angry with him, actually probably more shocked than anything. You didn’t pick him to be the sort to judge you over how you spent your nights out, but here he was proving you wrong.

Which was what hurt more, the fact that you’d never thought he would ever treat you like this. He was your best friend, and sometimes maybe you thought there might’ve been more than that. Maybe all you could do was blame it on your own self-sabotaging ways of your partying and one-night stands. But the only real reason you did things like that was because you knew you could never have James. Well, that’s what you thought.

Were you more angry at James, or with yourself?

You stop and watch as he parks the car, unbuckling his belt to get out, “Please, don’t get out of the car.”

He actually stops, finally listening to you. Either due to you actually now pleading, or how you’d stopped in your own tracks yourself.

“Just let me take you home. Please.”

“I’m so angry with you right now. Please leave me alone.” You urged. You found it hard to ignore how hurt he looked at what you were saying, but before you felt any sympathy for your best friend, you were replaying his earlier words in your head.

“And if I just drive off, and something happens to you? I will never forgive myself. Ever.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you were dragging me out of that party. This is only your fault, James.”

“I was trying to look out for you.” His voice goes quiet, his stare flickering to the ground.

“You don’t need to…I never asked you to.” You roughly palm at your eyes to wipe away the tears you had no control over anymore, “You’re not my boyfriend and by the sounds of it, that sounds like something that you would never want. Like you’re ashamed of me or something.”

You didn’t mean to let those last words slip. Didn’t want to insinuate that you thought he would ever want to be anything more than just best friends. Even though before you had ever started sleeping with other people, it was the only thing you ever wanted. And unfortunately, deep down you still did.

But the look on his face as he puts his seatbelt back on has your heart shattering, falling into your stomach which only tangled into a mess of hurt and a small amount of guilt.

He wipes his face, hand landing over his eyes for a moment to squeeze at his head, sniffling away the tears you hadn’t noticed he had been crying,

“Okay, Y/N. If that’s what you think.” He puts his car into drive, both hands back to the wheel, “But, I don’t care how angry you are with me right now, you’re going to message me when you get home.”

You only nod, more tears shaking off to land on your shirt. Biting into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you watch him drive off.

You clutch your strappy heels in your hand, sniffling and hiccuping as you make your way back to your flat. It wasn’t that far, and you considered calling a taxi, but you thought the walk would’ve been more punishing for how your night had gone.

You hadn’t turned many corners, slowly on your way back to your flat before there was a car pulling up next to you. You tense for a moment but you relax as soon as you realise it’s one you knew all too well to be Remus’s. You squint into the front seats and see him behind the wheel, Sirius sat in the passenger seat looking sad but a little sorry.

“Need a ride?” He asks, dialling down the low music to a stop.

You sniffle, hugging your shoes closer to your chest, “Did James call you?”

“What do you think?” He laughs kindly, getting out and ushering you into his seat, “You didn’t think he’d actually let you walk home alone?” You hesitate momentarily before deciding it would probably be easier to just get into Remus’s car.

You hop into the front, sinking into the leather seat, warmed by Sirius thankfully. You throw your shoes to the footwell and put your seatbelt on, hugging your knees to your chest, feet digging in the bottom of the seat.

“Hey lovely,” Remus smiles warmly, though you can tell he’s upset. For you or James you weren’t sure, but it pained you.

Sirius hops in the back and before you know it, Remus is headed for your flat.

“I’m sorry to disturb your night. I’m sure you guys were busy doing other things,” You murmur into your lap, sniffling some more.

“You saved little ol’ Remus actually,” Sirius chuckles, leaning across to pat him on the shoulder, “He’s terrible at that muggle game you showed me. Blackjack is it? I think I was on the way to winning, had him down to jocks,”

You giggle wetly at the thought of them playing strip blackjack, “Looks like I’m a bit of a cockblock,”

“Ah that’s alright, Moons is a very sore loser anyways,” He leans back into his seat, hands behind his head and feet on the middle console.

“Pads,” Remus chides, whacking his feet off the leather. “Do I have to scold you every time you’re in the back?”

“I’m never back here so don’t act like you’re always telling me to put my feet down.” He sighs, pulling his feet to the carpeted floor.

“I had you in the back just yesterday, if I remember correctly.” Remus laughs, turning a corner.

Sirius snorts and so do you, “That you did, Moons. That you did.”

You giggle some more which has Sirius jumping forward, “Y/N don’t get me wrong, I love hearing that little giggle of yours,” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, unsticking it from your cheek. “But I know James has upset you and he won’t tell us why.”

His thoughtfulness has your temporary happiness simmering down, thankful that the two of them had distracted you so easily for only a small amount of time.

“I’d love to know what he had to say,” You were sure he wouldn’t have admitted any wrong. He was arrogant sometimes and never usually would.

“He didn’t say much. Was just crying saying something about how he fucked up and we should go pick you up,” Remus replies.

You breath catches, heart skipping at James being so upset over your argument. But all your judgment is clouded by how he had treated you not only thirty minutes ago. You were conflicted.

“Well, you can drop me home and then you can go see him if you want. He probably needs you both more than I do,”

“Jeez Y/N, you are so blinded by him, aren’t you?” Sirius laughs.

“What?”

“He’s the one being a total prat and you think he deserves to be comforted more than you?”

“You don’t even know what he did. For all you know I could be the one who’s being the asshole,” You wriggle in your seat, wanting nothing more than this night to be over.

“It takes a lot for James to admit he’s fucked up, so I know whatever he did was wrong.” He squeezes your shoulder soothingly, and you shudder under his comforting touch, “And I know that if he’s upset you, then he’s the one definitely in the wrong.”

You smile reassuringly at him as Remus slowly pulls up out the front of your building, only a few windows lit up this late of the night. You gather your things and turn to both boys as you unbuckle yourself, “Thank you.” You smile sadly, gripping Remus’s hand that’s sat in his lap, “Both of you. You didn’t need to pick me up, really. But it definitely made my night easier.”

“You want us to come up? Scare away any ghosts under your bed?” Sirius smiles.

“No it’s okay, I’ll see you guys later on.” You place a wet kiss to both boys' cheeks, going to get out but not before they both grab onto your shoulders, placing their own kisses on each of your own cheeks warmly. Making you giggle as you turn to step out.

“Thanks boys. Love you both. Go win Blackjack for me, Moons.” You laugh as you shut the door behind you.

You sigh as you peer up at your apartment building. Happy that your two friends were so good at distracting you from the actual problem at hand, upset that now you’re alone and it will be all you can think about until you sort it out with James. But for now, you were going up to your flat to overthink for a few hours, probably not without crying until it exhausts you enough to fall asleep.

James Potter was an unfortunate problem you’d have to deal with when you felt so. And ironic enough he’s the exact person you would go to with a problem like this.

When you were feeling up to it and you find it in yourself to forgive him, maybe you’d sort it out with him then.

lovers rock. e.munson

summary - Eddie sees you performing at the hideout and asks you to hang out with his band, completely mesmerized by you. Now you both write songs together rather then actually admitting your feelings.

includes - friends to lovers, song lyrics but y/n and eddie wrote them here, slight angst, kissing. not beta read

a/n - for my beloved miya <3 hope you guys enjoy this <33 def a labour of love 💘💘 reqs open for steve, eddie and robin ! sfw only.

being a girl in rock music was hard, but being a girl in rock music in a new town was even harder. you had just moved in the quaint town of Hawkins Indiana, it was like every other town you had ever lived at, suffocating. towns like this always looked down on you and your bass guitar and heavy black eyeliner you so lovingly wore, towns like this made you feel like your life was slowly slipping away.

and music was what stopped your life from completely fucking stopping.

it took you a week of asking around to find a place with more people like you, people who didn't make you feel suffocating but alive and it felt amazing. you were currently standing on the stage at the hideout, a sly smile on your face as you played a song you made and watched the crowd go wild and insane. your hands skillfully playing your beloved bass guitar and your dark red lips singing the words to your song with the most passion you had. Hawkins flinnaly felt like home.

I saw this angel I really saw an angel

your eyes met a boy's whose name you didn't know, he had crazy hair and a smile that made your heart beat slightly faster. his leather jacket and the guitar in his hand made him seem alot like the man you had always wanted. you held your eye contact with him, a smug smile drew in his face as he watched you perform in all your glory.

you finished up your song and the crowd erupted in cheers, you flashed the boy a dazzling smile and walked off the stage, clutching your guitar as you slightly tugged on your skirt. someone handed you a beer and you took it with a smile, walking around to hopefully find the boy who you noted that silver rings on his hand, they might have looked attractive to you but you weren't going to admit that.

"hey! girl with the guitar!" you heard a voice call out and turned around to see the boy with his guitar and his rings and his leather jacket and oh that hair.

"hi." you said seemingly unphased but in reality you were figuratively screaming and jumping around.

"you're amazing! i mean like you're a great singer not that you're not amazing i just don't want to-"

"thank you! you're really sweet, kinda throws off the leather jacket demeanor you got going on but it's uhm yeah pretty sweet." you rambled slightly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you smiled wildly, "I'm y/n." you spoke.

"and i'm eddie", he smiled at you and you felt your world shfiting, "are you new here? i haven't seen you around and i would uhm definitely remember seeing you" he said sweetly, a soft attempt at flirting leaving his lips.

you smiled once again, "yeah I'm new here actually, i got here in hawkins like two weeks ago and it took me a week to find this place and i start school again in maybe a week, i think."

"you'll go to hawkins high too, i assume?" he asked sheepishly, his hand running through his hair.

"yeah, do you go there too?" you asked hoping he would.

"yeah, senior year" and he did.

"same! maybe you could show me around?" you asked, slightly leaning towards him.

"yes, yeah i totally will! whenever you want!" he spoke and you laughed softly.

"thank you eds" you replied softly and you could swear you saw a tint of pink appear on his cheeks.

"no problem m'lady" he said, bowing to you and you laughed again and he smiled.

eddie liked making you laugh, he liked seeing you laugh. he liked the way your cheeks rose up and the way your eyes slightly crinkled and the way your laugh sounded so sweet. he could listen to it forever. this was the first time he had ever felt like this, it was confusing to him but somehow also comforting.

"do you wanna hangout with me and my band?"

"i would love too"

"okay, great! let's go" and with that eddie took your hand and pulled you, both smiling warmly.

-

ever since that blessed day in the hideout you and eddie were inseparable, you knew his favourite songs and he told you about his day and played songs for you and you were slowly falling truly madly deeply in love with him.

one lazy afternoon with eddie slowly strumming his guitar softly with you head on his lap he suggested you both tried making music together and you laughed.

"you think I'd be good at it with you? the god of metal music?" you teased softly, a laugh leaving his pink lips.

"you'd be the best at it i bet." he replied looking at you with big brown eyes, a pleasant smile on his face showing the remnants on his laugh.

"you're too nice to me eds" you spoke.

"only for you" he replied, brushing stray hair away from your face, "now let's write some songs, yeah?"

"okay, get a notebook" you said now sitting up.

eddie grinned like a devil and ran to get a notebook and a pen, he came back with a cigarette hanging from his lips and a black notebook with a pen in his hand.

"you start" he said, handing you the notebook and the pen you nodded and opened it.

"okay" you said taking a deep breath.

whenever you wrote songs, you always wrote them from the things you experienced or heard people experiencing, you always didn't know those people but putting bits and pieces of their conversion together was fun, and, when you did write songs from your own life it was different, it felt more personal, more vulnerable.

your thoughts only filled one person. eddie, eddie, eddie. he was the only one you were around and he was also the one who consumed your thoughts.

"what you thinking about?" you heard Eddie's voice call out, the smell of cigarette slowly filling the room.

"nothing just," you said softly, "i dont know how to start, maybe you can?"

"of course" he replied and took the book your for hands, quickly scribbling down something as you looked at him curiously. "you turn" he said after a couple of minutes handing you the book and you read what he had wrote so far.

In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine

"do you like it?" he asked, a hint of hesitance in his voice.

"i, i do it's very uh personal? very bold I'm sure the person you wrote it for would like it yeah."

"but you uhm, you didn't you know tell me if you like it."

"I'll just," you took the pen, "yeah." and started writing.

I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?

Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying

They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get

I beg to serve, your wish is my law

"here" you said handing him the book, he read the lyrics a smirk playing on his lips.

"he must be one lucky fella" he spoke, confidence slowly coursing through his veins.

"maybe," you spoke sheepishly handing him the book again, "your turn."

"oh i know sweet girl." he flashed a smile.

Now close those eyes and let me love you to death

Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging

I say the beast inside me is gonna get ya, get ya, get

Let me love you too

Let me love you to death

"eddie" you said, reading the lyrics.

"hmm?"

"you don't mean that." you felt suffocating all of a sudden, how could he love you? it was stupid but it was what you felt.

"I do, i really do, just give me a chance, please?" he pleaded, his voice soft but also at the point of breaking, it was tragic almost.

"it's not you, it's me" you said taking the notebook again and scribbling again, tears slowly forming in your eyes

Hey am I good enough

For you?

Hey am I good enough

For you?

Am I?

Am I?

Am I good enough

For you?

"don't do that, you're perfect. you really i don't even understand why you think that" eddie said cautiously, taking your hand in his, putting the notebook away, "my sweet girl with the guitar, i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time, it was that moment when i was like 'woah that's the kinda girl i wanna spend my life with', you're the one for me i swear, you're the one i want."

"you're the one i want too eddie." you said, smiling drawing circles with your thumb on his hand.

"can i kiss you?" he asked, his hand now on your cheek.

"yes, yes, please" you replied softly, your voice barely a whisper.

and then he kissed you, it was warm and sweet and a bit like cigarettes, you didn't mind that. the kiss tasted like eddie and that is exactly what you wanted, him. your hands were up in his hair and his were gripping your waist, you could feel him smiling in the kiss.

"let me love you to death" he said, pulling away from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours.

"only if you'll let me." you said smiling.

Letters To Munson

Synopsis: During the fresh years of high school, you pinned for your best friend. Years later, he finds out in the most...unconventional ways.

Dear Eddie,

The longer I stare at this letter, the more I’m starting to hate myself for even writing it. This isn’t a 70s romcom, I can’t expect you to read these one day–I actually hope you don’t. But, this is the best outlet for now. 

I’m just going to write it down so I can get it off my chest.

I love you. 

That felt weird to write. I love you should be saved for family, for someone who actually loves you back. I can’t help but think you wouldn’t. Sure that could be me fearing for my heart, but I’m not going to go into that territory.

Hopefully this will be the only letter I ever write and I can forget this ever happened.

—

Dear Eddie,

It’s not the last letter, because of course it isn’t. Why would it be?

Being in today’s campaign was fun. Actually fun. I couldn’t help but laugh when you looked at me funny for some of the questions I asked. Hey, I’ve never really played before cut me some slack. And tell Gareth and Jeff to shove it up their asses, my character was cool.

After the campaign was over, and you drove me home, I found myself getting more nervous. Why? 

Because you kept smiling at me. 

Your smile does something to me.

Stop that. 

—

Dear Eddie,

It’s starting to frustrate me.  Some would argue it’s creepy, which I can see why and now I’m starting to feel creepy.

Am I creepy? 

Personally, I want to say the opposite. 

I’m really just someone who’s in love with their best friend…and they can’t admit it.

Well, I did just admit it but 

Why can’t I ever say it to you? Why do I always freeze up whenever you look at me?

–

Dear Eddie,

Holy shit I’m stupid. 

I’m starting to stutter when I talk to you now. STUTTER! What am I, a middle schooler? 

God, this is so embarrassing. 

It doesn’t help I have nowhere to put these and my mom keeps almost finding them. I might as well buy myself a diary, at least then I can tape it shut.

–

Dear Eddie,

I really want to say this is the last letter I’ll ever write, and then I can finally throw these away and forget about this weird love letter phase. 

I can’t. I tried. I tried so hard yesterday to not write one, but it’s hard keeping this secret in, you know? Hell, maybe it’s not even a secret anymore.

Thinking about it is so easy. In my mind, I can yell out anything with no consequences and I can forget about what I even said later on. 

I can’t do that in person. 

–

Dear Eddie,

I love you. 

–

You found the letters while cleaning out your closet. The box containing them was made of wood, a broken lock on the front. You remembered buying it at a thrift store, hoping it would be enough to hide the letters from reality. It made you laugh, if anything. 

Freshman year, you grabbed a pen in anger and started to write your feelings down. The trend continued until senior year, when you had given up letter writing. The last letter you wrote was a small one, telling him goodbye. You weren’t really saying goodbye to him, perse, but you were saying goodbye to holding yourself back. 

Eddie still never found these, and you were grateful he hadn’t. 

A loud knocking sound could be heard from downstairs, and you knew it was Eddie. You agreed to go to another Hellfire club meeting, and he was ecstatic about it. A one shot that Dustin titled ‘The Great Dungeon of Terror’. It was Dustin’s first time dming for the club, and Eddie wanted someone else to witness it. You couldn’t say no to Eddie’s smile, after all. 

Before answering the door, you looked at the box in your hands, letters peeking out from the corners. Maybe it was time for you to finally toss them out. 

Opening your front door, Eddie greeted you with a smirk. "Are you ready for the grand excursion given to us by Dustin Henderson?" He asked, putting on a voice.

Rolling your eyes, you nodded. "Yes sir, Captain Munson." 

Eddie’s smirk grew wider, obviously appreciating the fact you played along. His eyes trailed down to the box in your hands, bobbing his head with curiosity. "What's that?" 

You shrugged. "Oh this? Uh, a box of letters I want to get rid of."

"Letters? For who?" 

He watched as you opened the box and threw out the contents in your trash can. "For the guy I liked in high school."

Eddie's expression deflated. "Ah, was it Carver?"

"Ew, no, what?" You scrunched your nose. "He's a prick and always will be."

Eddie looked satisfied. "Good answer." He patted your shoulder. 

–

The campaign went smoothly. Dustin had given everyone a challenge, a dragon with 5 heads–a bit cheesy and predictable in your opinion but you didn't say anything. He looked so proud of his creation, it would've killed his mood. Unfortunately, Mike's knight killed it with a critical move. Dustin slumped in defeat after that, but he became determined to overthrow Mike in the next game. 

Eddie offered to drop you off after he did so with the kids. You agreed. A bit more time to spend with him. 

You were a bit disappointed the night went by so quickly. 

"The kid's got potential," Eddie told you, his van jerking to the side. You were used to his maniacal prowess behind the wheel. "But he needs a bit more creativity. A 6 headed dragon? Really?" 

"Dragons are a classic," you commented, "He was probably starting slow. You're telling me you started out with something big and drastic for your first campaign?" 

"Yeah," Eddie nodded. "Demogorgon right on the spot. Boom." 

"I think that's just your style: Explosive." 

"And that's why we play DND! For the explosions, for an outlet." 

"You're just mad Dustin nearly killed your character," you taunted. You heard Eddie scoff. 

"He did not nearly kill my character, that was a fluke." 

"Uh huh," 

"Don't look at me like that." 

You snorted. Banter between you two was always a joy. 

"Seriously though, I'm glad you came." Eddie said, sweetly. His voice vibrated in your ears, and your face became warm. 

"It's no biggie," you mumbled, "You guys are fun to be around. I'd rather be in a Hellfire Club meeting than a basketball game." 

"Ever thought about joining our little group? Always accepting new members," Eddie offered. "Though even if we weren't I'd find a space for ya." 

"I've really been thinking about it," you responded, Eddie's eyes lit up.

"Yes!" He hit his steering wheel with joy. 

–

After Eddie parked his van into your driveway, he asked. "Who were those letters for by the way?" 

You blinked at him. "You mean the letters I dumped out?" 

"Mhm." 

It took everything in you to prevent his name from slipping. You bit your lips. "Someone I knew and liked." 

"Ah, yes, that narrows it down." 

"Just drop it, okay?" You laughed nervously, "Why do you want to know so bad? The last letter I wrote was 2 years ago." 

"'Dear Eddie,'" you heard him say. Your heart dropped. 

(I can't expect you to read these one day–I actually hope you don't.)

"Wait–" you faced him, crumpled paper in his hands, "Eddie don't–" you reached for the paper but he lifted it from your reach. You hated the fact he was taller, even if it was only by an inch. You gave up, placing your face in your hands. 

"How long have you had that?"

Eddie chuckled. "You dropped one as you were dumping them in the trash can. I wasn't going to read it, I swear, I just…saw my name on the top. Usually you read something when you see your name, yeah?" 

Your mind went haywire as you tried to figure out which letter he was reading. There were so many possibilities, the most embarrassing ones were at the top of the pile. 

What made the situation worse was how desperate the letters sounded. Especially freshman year, when you were just figuring out the weird feelings in your chest, and why you felt so clammed up when he walked beside you. 

"You figured out the mystery then," you said, voice small, exposed. 

"...not entirely." Eddie stated, "There's one more clue I need to know." 

"That would be…?" You inquired, your heart was pounding. 

"Do you still feel that way?"

"And if I said yes–" You glanced at him, he was still scanning over the letter, as if he couldn't believe it was real. 

Eddie locked his eyes with your own, his smile soft. "I'd kiss you."

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Santiago Garcia x Reader

Word Count: 3,964

Rating: T

Summary: Set prior to the events in the Triple Frontier universe. There is a 3 year contract to obtain intelligence and dismantle as many cartel related activities as possible - hopefully leading up to toppling one of the most prolific traffickers in Columbia. Can the reader help the team decipher the cartel’s next movements, and will they possibly lose their heart in the process?

Notes: Taking all the background liberties with this one. Littering everyone’s backstory we know from the film and pretending the guys banded back together for a 3 year contract mission, that paid them pretty decently and kept them relatively at low risk.

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