#bbs exchange

[fastcardotmp3]

“Where am I going?”

“Eddie—”

“Give me the goddamn room number or— or doctor’s name or— fuckin’—”

“Just slow down, take a breath, okay?” Nancy Wheeler is a level presence, which is ironic Eddie thinks, considering he’s watched her commit multiple felonies even outside of an active apocalyptic situation. 

She’s holding his hand, but he can’t feel it past the aching numbness of uncertainty running through his veins. She’s talking to him as she leads him through the lobby and towards a bank of industrial silver elevators, but he can’t hear her over the chaos of the past hour. 

He was on the air when he got the page, a mug of coffee in hand since he isn’t used to DJing the early morning shows quite yet and a quite frankly sick lineup of songs ready to help his listeners start the day.  

He was on air, still, when his vocal cords seized up, when he left dead air hanging for a full three seconds before his co-host was able to jump in and take over for him. 

He was on air, when his pager buzzed on the desk and he was on air, too, when the little window screamed—

911-STEVE

—and then he wasn’t on air anymore. 

Eddie didn’t grab his coat, which he doesn’t even realize until this moment, striding down the endless halls of Community North on Nancy’s heels. 

He didn’t do much of anything, he doesn’t think, can’t even recall whether or not he explained where he was going, why he was leaving work in the middle of the show, why his hands were trembling and his voice cracking and his breath stuttering. 

A 911 page and a call at a payphone just long enough to find out which hospital, Nance I can be there— I’ll be there, and Eddie blacked out, went into full autopilot, almost slipped on black ice in the parking lot twice and cursed the insurance company for not letting him get a new prosthesis for another two months at least four times after that and drove. 

He doesn’t remember driving. He doesn’t remember parking. 

He’s going to wonder, later, whether or not he locked his truck or even shut the goddamn door before he came barreling in through the ER entrance, but right now all he cares about is this—

“Nance, was it his head? Did he— Or burns, was it burns—?”

Nancy grabs him by both shoulders and drags him to a stop square in front of a door with the blinds drawn over the narrow window. She looks him in the eye. 

If Steve were dead, she wouldn’t be looking him in the eye.

steddie | 2.6k words | rated T | angst with a happy ending

Steve is injured in a fire. His ex-boyfriend gets a call. It was supposed to be easier this way. 

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🩵for my beloved louseph @cheatghost whom I am grateful to have met in this corner of the internet every single day of my silly little life, please accept this as the Biggest Warmest Kiss during these cold, cold months 🩵

[kkpwnall]

tell me something (give me hope for the night) || rated t || 7.3k words

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for alex @ariadnebf happy holidays and a happiest new year!! i hope 2024 is as kind to you as you've been to me this past year, it's been a joy to get to talk to you and hang out online together. you're a great friend and i'm so glad we met in this little corner of the internet!! thanks for bringing us all together <33

with many thanks to lou @cheatghost for so lovingly beta reading <33

“Well well well, if it isn't Steve Harrington…”

Steve drops his head on the ticket counter. This cannot be happening.

In his breathless sprint through the airport, he didn’t even look at any of the other passengers sitting at the gate. So of course the first time he hears that drawling voice again in six– hell almost seven years now– has to be when he's absolutely shit out of luck. 

He pulls in a deep, centering breath before he straightens up and spins around to face him, plastering on his most charming smile and leaning hard against the ticket counter. 

“Eddie Munson, how the hell are you?” Alright, tone it down. Tries to pass off the way he cringes by running a hand through his hair. “What uh, what brings you all the way out here?”

“Missing the same flight you are, by the looks of it.” Eddie smirks at him, brown eyes sparkling with mirth and mischief. 

Steve’s not a hundred percent sure he’s not just imagining Eddie standing there, in the middle of the gate seating, shoving a worn paperback into a lumpy duffle bag. Because just like that it’s 1986 again, and all those old feelings he packed up and put away, never to be seen again, swore up and down he was over and done with forever, flood through his brain. Hot and prickly. Like some sort of holiday air travel-induced delirium.

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[faillen]

Absolutely delighted by my @mailed-it postcards (literally words cannot express)

@dimplesandfierceeyes truly nailing my gifted requests!! The curtains open!! There are tiny envelopes!!!!! You picked the most devastating quotes from BBS that keep me up at night!!!!!!

And then @suml3unny gave me this absolutely adorable (!!!) Peaceful Property treat that’s as sweet as Home’s pancakes (too soon?) absolutely fantastic pic selection and placement 😉

Thank you both so so much — I am absolutely obsessed and I truly did not realize how much joy it would bring me to receive these (an insane amount) 💖

And thank you so much to the mods for organizing!!!

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Laying on the ground in a puddle of water three inches high and drowning. I miss the qsmp

[fragilecapric0rnn]

It Might Be Worth It For Once

Explicit | Steddie AU | pornstar!steve | Different First Meeting | 5.1k

for @judasofsuburbia

Finally, I am pleased to reveal this gift for my wonderful friend Emily!

I know the holiday season is over, but who doesn't love a good NYE fic!

I don't always write smut, but I was so excited to dig into this story for you, Em!!!! This was such a fun fic to write and has so many more feelings that I was expecting for it to have, and not nearly as much smut as one might expect from a pornstar!Steve AU. But alas, here is the product of our one-off conversation spurred by this wonderful fanart!

[paprikadotmp4]

jayde sparkle sparkle✨

by paprikadotmp4🌶️

for @marirah !!

[timegears]

it's still dumb to me that liko and ann wear their indigo academy uniforms while they're exchange students at naranja

[fishbonne-t]

had to draw him at least once hair down

[form-less]

that cleo sol show at radio city might actually have been the best concert i've been to

[tammyghostal]

[mortalscience]

ten caps per episode - Law and Order Criminal Intent - s01e16 - Phantom

Goren: One thing this line of work teaches us is that guys will do anything for love. Eames: And money.

[desolateyears]

Haven’t posted anything new for a sec so take a snippet of Killing Time, my BB fic, for an early Wip Wednesday

wc:590

“Warm enough?”

“Perfect.”

Eddie sinks into Steve’s hold, letting muscular arms encircle, sighing in contentness.

“How about you?”

Steve laughs, head resting on Ed’s shoulder, “Am I? Well, I don’t know, I could be a little bit warmer.”

“I might have something to help with that.”

And there’s absolutely nothing quite as symphonic as the thundering beat of Eddie’s heart. How it pulses fast every single time he offers himself to Steve, just like the first.

Eddie’s like his own personal sun, nothing in the world could put out his brightness and warmth.

Not even the fangs that tear into his throat.

No, sharp canines only ignite and make him sing louder.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

The vampire can’t help how his eyes roll back into his head, pleasure completely paralyzing his body apart from the muscles needed to pull swallow after swallow of Edward’s blood.

The man goes limp in his arms, surrendering himself so easily with the effects of the venom coursing through his veins. Not as potent as it used to be but euphoric nonetheless, still able to slow down some of his movement.

Rivulets of blood soar past his jugular, collarbones, staining the white fur of the blanket that’s still wrapped around him. Which, now that he realizes, he struggles to unwrap himself, arms pulling weakly at the fabric before Stephen intervenes.

Fangs rip out from his throat, “I’ve got you.”

The sound of his husky voice sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine, desire ripping through him.

“Show me,” he whispers.

And the blanket is spread across the floor, Eddie sprawled on top of it, the fire crackling in the background, snow piling outside. They meet in a bloody kiss, Edward not unused to the taste of his own blood at this point.

Stephen and Edward feast at the same time, hunger meet carnal desire.

A lot of the vampire’s meal times end up this way, with Eddie splayed beneath him, aching. Steve full and warm but not quite sated.

Unbuttoning the shirt and pants he’s tucked into, Steve licks up the blood that’s traveled down along the way. He sits back on his haunches, talons raking across his chest down to his navel, admiring, always that.

“God.”

And it’s reverent and worshipful, almost like Steve’s calling him that and not just using it as an exclamation. Edward keens forward, unable to sit still, and undresses the other man too.

Steve remains above Eddie while he kisses at his collarbones, pecs, stomach, wherever he can reach while still beneath him. Steve grips him by the throat, causing Edward to gasp and look up at him, completely forgetting whatever he was doing before. He rests back on the palm of his hands and arches his back, presenting his throat.

Stephen pulls his hand away and Eddie leans forward to follow but gets held back by Steve’s right hand, left hand going to his mouth. He looks at the red that continued to bleed freely from the puncture wounds that marred Eddie throat.

And then, while holding a steady gaze with Eddie, he pops the covered fingers into his mouth. Lapping at the blood that covers his palm as well and Edward feels like he’s going crazy. He leans back on his elbows hard, unable to hold himself up any longer, and he’s sure if he were standing his knees would have buckled. The sight makes him hard and wanting, eyes heavy-lidded with his pupils blown wide, chest heaving.

Stephen smiles, “Getting all worked up, huh?”

Eddie nods obediently.

[akkivee]

i am in tears samatoki and kuukou reacted the exact same way to seeing sasara’s clown ass ability lmao

[knightzp]

really doubting i can manage to do something for 2wink week on time........

[pvnks0ul]

last anon is so real that werewolf fic changed lives

...So did ymmfs...

[tinytalkingtina]

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Jeff is so done with Eddie's antics haha. Continuing from here:

Idly, Eddie’s hands plucked at his lute. He hummed a fragment of the accompanying melody, the one telling the tale of— “Of course!” he exclaimed as he hit himself in the forehead with his palm. “Eleven!” Jeff looked at him sideways. “Fifteen? Is this your next scheme to attract listeners, shouting numbers?” “No! Well actually that might work but—not right now.”

Catching up on WIP Weekend asks