#eddie munson fic snippet

[madaboutmunson]

Let's go with Chapter. If you have a Chapter 5 on any of the WIPs

Thanks for the ask :)

I didn't think I did, until I found a partial Hell Raiser Chapter 5 so here you are :)

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Not knowing how long he could keep the tears at bay, he took a shortcut through the barriers. The last thing he needed was for some jacked-up dumbass giving him shit for crying too.

Gods, this place sucked.

Eddie could have sanded down every sharp edge he had and contorted himself like a pretzel, and he felt he still would never fit into the obscure hole required just to have an easy life.

Whilst it was true he was loud and stood out, it was because he had no choice. He could not fit it in. He'd tried for years.

Kept his hobbies quiet and pretended he liked things he loathed, but he always ended up in the same place. Cast aside and/or at the hurting end of someone's fist.

They must be able to smell it on him, his differences, and that's why in middle school, he'd hacked off his neat preppy hair, and he'd thrown most of his clothes into a bonfire someone in the trailer park was having. He only saved his mom's leather jacket, some jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. Wayne was furious initially because he couldn't figure out what had possessed Eddie to do something so out of character.

In his Uncle’s defence, he’d known Eddie for only a few weeks and met him a handful of times before. They constantly moved because his Dad was continually getting in trouble, and when he finally left, they settled into a nice place. Eddie tried his best there, but even with the right clothes, neighbours, and sports, he was still the new kid, forever on the outside. Then Mom got sick. So the Eddie he met wasn’t who he’d always been. The Eddie he got was a grieving, worn down, desperate to fit in Eddie, who was a few nudges away from breaking. And Hawkins pushed, so Eddie decided he wasn’t just gonna push back. He was gonna roundhouse kick this place right in the teeth with as much Eddie Munson as wouldn’t leave him vulnerable. If they were going to ostracise him, at least let it be for who he was rather than a cheap imitation of the fake people he had no genuine desire to be like.

But though Wayne was angry at the blatant disregard of his belongings, he asked him why, and Eddie replied, “I’m tired. He’s not me.” Wayne paused, cast his eyes to the ground and left the trailer.

He nervously fidgeted around his room for the next few hours, wondering what official Wayne would return with because Eddie was too much to handle. He’d lost the only person in the world whom he could be himself with, but Eddie wanted to live and breathe who he was. He didn't want to merely exist anymore.

When Wayne returned with a smartly-dressed woman at his side, Eddie thought the worst, but to his surprise, Wayne handed him a bag of plain black t-shirts, underwear, and socks and gestured to her, “This here’s Cheryl. She’s gonna fix your hair for ya’, and tomorrow we’ll go to the city. You can pick out some things you like. That sound good?”

[torakowalski]

I was thinking about post S4 Dustin finding some songs that Eddie wrote and he decides he's going to record them as like, a memorial. But on the day he's too upset to do it, so Steve steps in and does it for him.

And it's only meant to be for the Party, but people hear it and the lyrics are good and Steve has a nice voice, so it gets on really local radio. Which leads to a bit more attention and then a bit more.

People want to interview Steve about it, this singer-songwriter from the town that was just destroyed by an earthquake.

But all Steve wants to do is explain how they're not HIS songs, they're Eddie's songs. Except! Everyone thinks Eddie is a murderer, so he can't say whose songs they are, just sort of talks around it. And it accidentally sounds like he's talking around them having been written by an ex boyfriend.

Some people who read the music magazines are like GASP that boy who sings those songs is queer! Like us!! And then he gets a FOLLOWING.

He truly has no idea how any of this is happening, but everyone from Hellfire is so happy that Eddie's songs are getting heard that he just kind of keeps going. Plus he's making money from them, which he can give to Wayne.

(Eddie obvs gets out of the Upside Down and is like, why have you POP SONGED my lyrics??

Steve like, um excuse that's rock. Also I think I've fallen in love with you via singing your songs. That's chill, right?)

[munsonkitten]

Eddie doesn’t know how this became a thing between them. He’s wrapped up around Steve’s back, arms and legs snaking around Steve’s body. He has one thigh between Steve’s, hooked over his hip and snug against his crotch. He can feel the soft bulge of Steve’s cock beneath his leg, and tries not to think too hard about it. 

One of Steve’s arms is tucked under Eddie in a way that makes it possible for him to scratch at Eddie’s hair through his hood. His fingers move rhythmically, sliding over the fabric covering Eddie's head. 

It’s cozy like this, tangled in a way where Eddie can't tell where he ends and Steve begins. It's not something friends do, especially not two guys, but neither one of them mention that.

Sometimes they just lay and talk, and sometimes, like today, they have a book in front of them, positioned in the hand Eddie has snaked beneath Steve’s neck. 

Eddie’s reading, soft and quiet into Steve’s ear, when it happens. Steve turns his head back and presses a kiss to Eddie’s chin. A quick little peck beneath his mouth. 

The words die in Eddie’s throat, choked off by a squeaky noise of surprise. He drops the book onto the bed, letting it fall shut because saving the page he’s on is the last thing on his mind right now. Steve just kissed him. A little kiss, not even on his lips, but still a kiss. From Steve. 

They’re both frozen there, so still Eddie doesn’t think either of them are even breathing, and then Steve’s disentangling himself, pulling away. The exact opposite of what Eddie wants to happen. 

He finds the front of Steve’s shirt clutched in his fist, holding him where he is. 

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Steve says, still attempting to pull away. “We’re friends — I don’t know what got into me, man. I didn’t mean to do that.”

One hand curls around his wrist, the other going to his fingers to try peeling them away from Steve’s shirt. Eddie closes his fist tighter, shaking his head. 

“Yes, you should have,” Eddie whispers, voice caught in his throat. “Done that, I mean.”

Eddie’s been kissed before. At bars and parties, by guys and girls alike, liquor on their lips or laughter on their tongues. The girls at parties in town were always dared — kiss the freak, see if he puts out (Eddie never did) — and the guys in bars were always drunk and too impersonal. It never went further than that, never felt quite right, especially not with the girls, but he’s been kissed before. 

None of that could have prepared him for the way Steve Harrington kisses him now.

[steviewashere]

To go along with my last line tag game post, here's a little snippet of something I'm working on (I say little but it's roughly 500 words, jeez):

————— Steve has roughly five seconds, the same five seconds it takes to turn and look over his shoulder, before Eddie—in all his scraggly, limb-flailing, wallet-chain-jingling glory—comes speeding and barreling over the Family Video counter. The next time he blinks, he’s flat on his back against the floor, a Reebok squished firmly to his cheek, and a knee to his aching crotch. There are black spots in his vision as he stares towards the ceiling.

Then, a wild mane of hair cascading around him like a curtain.

Big Whopper malt ball eyes.

An impish grin.

Yup, he notes blearily, that’s Munson.

“My tapes,” Steve mumbles, a soft sad coo bubbling the words. Sure enough, peeking around Eddie’s vest-broad shoulders, there’s a scattering of cases. Some of the plastic protectors have popped open—the Disney movies—and a couple cardboard shit-boxes now softened on their edges. He sighs, looking back to Eddie. Who, somehow, is closer before.

Within kissing range if he stops to think about it.

Which he won’t.

Not now, at least. Those are late night meandering thoughts when his house is a little too quiet. Not for middle of the day afternoon shifts before he’s had a meager lunch. Especially not then.

“Dude,” Eddie breathes. His breath ghosts over Steve’s face: menthol and…yeah, that’s a Yoo-Hoo. Pulling back, Eddie now straddles Steve’s lap, slapping hands over his shoulders. “Dude dude dude! Hideout’s lettin’ me do a solo show and you, my sweet baby boy, are gonna be front-fucking-row.”

Steve sighs again. “Did you have to charge at me?”

Eddie shrugs. “Eh. You’d be nose deep in that stupid inventory system if I didn’t.”

He wriggles against the floor, trying to free himself from Eddie’s shockingly sturdy thighs—again, he pushes those thoughts to the late night bin. “Get off me,” he lightly demands. “I’m gonna put barbed wire on the counter, swear to God.”

With a dusting and a few grunts, Eddie has righted them, dusting off whatever crap Steve landed in. It takes everything in him to not say anything about the fingers combing through his hair, parting through, checking up close and personal.

“Y’know, Eds, you should get one of those nose rings. Really, uh, finish off your freak flag and show the world who y’really are.”

“You saying I’m a raging bull, Stevie?”

“Mmm”—Steve throws up his hands, weighing them side to side—“yeah, sure, whatever you call a guy who tries to flatten your dick. All you need are the horns and the ring and the…the whole stomping of your feet. Set the stage.”

“Pssh, you probably liked it,” Eddie fires back. “Probably the most action you’ve gotten in eons.”

Steve scoffs, bending down to pick up the videos—Eddie follows him down, crinkling the plastic Disney clamshells closed, setting them on the counter behind him. “Sure, whatever you say Mr. Dusty-Pack-Of-Condoms.”

“Ooo hit ‘em right where it hurts, I see,” Eddie says around a smarmy grin, “you’re feisty when you wanna be. I commend you, Ole King of Yore.”

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[runninriot]

it's been a while but i'm finally back to working on this little something 😇

Eddie’s breathless when Steve breaks the kiss, chest heaving, lips parted and shiny, eyes dark and dazed. Looking already fucked-out from nothing but this – just a little kissing and touching, just the barest minimum of physical contact where they’re both unmistakably wanting for more – and it makes Steve wonder, imagine, how he’ll look even more beautiful when he’s done with him.

Steve can’t wait to watch him fall apart.

He releases Eddie from his hold, steps away just enough to give himself some space to lift his arms and pull his shirt over his head. With his upper body proudly on display, Steve revels in the way he can almost feel Eddie’s eyes rake over him in awe, finds pleasure in it. He knows he looks good, doesn’t mind showing off, can’t deny that he likes to be adored like that.

   “You can touch me, if you like,” Steve offers, takes Eddie’s hands and brings them up to his chest.

Eddie takes a deep, grounding breath and nods, almost like giving himself permission, before he lets the tips of his fingers glide into Steve’s chest hair and over his pecs, thumbing his nipples briefly, tracing invisible lines down his sides and over his stomach. Steve shivers, closes his eyes and gives himself to the gentle touch, to the feeling of Eddie's hands on his skin, careful and shy but eager to explore.

It feels good, so good in fact that for a moment, Steve forgets his initial plan. But one particular part of him doesn’t, is demanding attention, bringing his focus back to where it should be.

He places his hands above Eddie’s and guides them down to where his jeans meet his waist.

   “Wanna help me out of these?”

Eddie’s eyes widen before they flick down to where his trembling fingers start fighting with the button and zipper of Steve’s jeans. It’s a relief when he finally manages to get them undone, releasing him from the strain of the too tight fabric. Steve helps pushing his jeans down all the way, leaving them in a pile one the floor when he steps out.

He can’t stop the dirty grin from forming on his lips when his eyes fall on the now very much visible bulge in Eddie’s middle, feeling just a bit too pleased with himself for having that effect on him.

God, he can't wait to see what's hidden beneath those clothes.

   “Your turn.”

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edit: it's up on ao3 now 😇

[hbyrde36]

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch5)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10)

💫 Forever After (sequel one-shot to It's Only Forever)

From Caught in the Undertow:

“What’s all this about, boys?” Steve turned away from the stove to see Wayne eyeing the elaborate spread with a mix of delight and suspicion, pausing at the kitchen threshold to toe his work boots off before plopping down into his usual seat at the table.  “Don’t look at me, Wayne” Eddie grumbled from where he sat slumped in his chair, giving Steve his own skeptical glare. “This is all his doing, and he won’t tell me a thing.”  Steve stifled a laugh, wiping his hands off on a small towel before crossing to the fridge where he’d stashed their other treat for the night, in the form of name brand pop. Another luxury they didn’t typically indulge in as three men living on one income. He cracked two of the ice cold cans of Pepsi open and slid one across the table to each of the Munsons, both looking more dubious than ever, and finally sat down to join them. Wayne stared at him for a long moment but eventually shrugged, taking a long sip from his can and letting out a loud satisfied burp. “Well, I'd be worried you were about to tell me I was gonna be a grandpa before my time If it wasn’t, y’know, biologically impossible,” the older man said, tilting his head a little as he added, “not for lack of trying, though.”

No pressure tags: @penny00dreadful @pearynice @sidekick-hero @vthx @tinytalkingtina

@sourw0lfs @felixir-of-moths @little-annie @hitlikehammers @helpimstuckposting

[steddielations]

steve is calling eddie trouble again we’re so back

fic link

[ebongawk]

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[absurddino]

Miniskirt

Eddie coughs, trying to lower his voice back to its normal pitch. Hell, he hadn't even thought it changed at all. "Sorry, I think I've caught a cold, or something. I can't make it." It's silent on the other end of the line, for just a moment, but long enough for Eddie to want to break down and admit everything.

I'm sorry, I'm not sick, I just got turned into a girl for the night. Why? Oh, so you could fuck the daylights out of me. Silly, right? I only did it because I know you'd never want me like that.

He doesn't think that would go over well.

"Do you want me to come over? We can go out some other time." His heart breaks, just a little. Here he is in some random apartment in Indianapolis, plans to deceive Steve to get his dick up his... vagina? fully in motion, while Steve himself is being the selfless, kind asshole he always is.

It's not even his fault that Eddie feels so horrible about lying to him. It's all kind of Eddie's fault. The one thing he can blame on Steve, though, is being so infuriatingly nice Eddie had no choice but to fall for him.

He coughs again, hoping it sounds more like he's actually stuck with a cold, instead of being a big big liar who just has a more feminine voice at the moment, because, well, he is a female. "It's okay. I'll survive." He swallows, squeezing his eyes shut. He has to remind himself he's good at improvising and acting. He's the best. There's no way Steve will find out.

"Are you sure? I could stop by before we head out, do you need cough drops or something? Maybe I should just not go. Robin!"

"No, no, no. Steve, it's fine. I'm fine. I'm being a little bitch, but I'll be okay." He shakes his hair out of his face, pulling his skirt down to cover more of his legs in a nervous habit he'd adopted sometime between putting it on and right now. "Just go, have fun. Tell me everything once I'm better?"

Silence stretches through the phone. It's long enough Eddie starts worrying about whether Steve had already figured him out. Maybe he shouldn't do this. Like, come on, he's already a mess around Steve, what if he grabs Eddie's ass and Eddie just blurts everything out?

"Yeah, okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Eds." Steve sounds weirdly put out. Which, yeah, makes sense because Eddie went and ruined the plans the three of them had to get hammered together and sleep until noon the next day. He just had to ruin Steve's night a little, to make it better by a lot.

"Yeah," Eddie responds, tilting forward until his forehead is resting against the wall. "Have fun, Steve."

"Thanks, man." The phone clicks, the line going dead. Eddie lets out a long sigh.

Full thing on ao3

[madaboutmunson]

Word game: Love with Wiggins

“You friends with my uncle then?” Eddie tries, and he almost snaps his head around when the reply is immediate.

“Oh yes! Way- I mean, Mr Munson is a fantastic pal.” Higgins enthuses and then quickly corrects himself. There is another clearing of his throat.

This is what Luke Skywalker felt when he found out who his father was. Fantastic pal? Pal? What the fuck?

But Eddie beings to experience something worse than realisation. He’s curious.

“I didn’t even know you were friends,” Eddie says, a little weirded out.

“Oh,” Higgins says disappointedly, “He hasn’t mentioned me to you?” Eddie’s fingers tighten around the wheel again. What the hell was happening right now? Eddie chooses to ignore how much that sounds like someone realising their love is unrequited. No. No, this is not what he thinks is happening. He remembers now. Of course, he means the school stuff. 

“Well yeah, of course, he’s mentioned you when you’ve called about me,” Eddie laughs and shakes his head, “You know all those meetings with the three of us, and sometimes an extra teacher, to bring forth the ‘evidence’” Eddie makes air quotes whilst still holding onto the wheel with the remaining fingers.

Then there is a small laugh from Higgins, “He never did listen to any of it though, did he? Always team Eddie,” And the fondness dripping off those words almost makes Eddie want to slam on the breaks and vomit somewhere, not just out of repulsion but also because he’s just been reminded of all those times Wayne’s backed him against all odds, against all comers. It must be that that makes the words fall out of his mouth.

“Until today,” Eddie grumbles.

[billyharringson]

I write a lot of fics where Billy has always known he was gay or is at least aware/accepting of it. So I wanted to try out something different and focus on a Billy in denial.

It's also been a while since I've posted a fic snippet/sneak peek so here's one of the fic I'm currently writing.

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There was a small voice in the back of his mind telling him that he should probably be at least somewhat uncomfortable with how tactile Eddie was. But it didn’t feel wrong, it felt natural. The first time Billy had slept in Eddie’s bed, nursing a black eye and a split lip, the soft warmth of Eddie’s breath against his neck had simply felt safe. He’d tensed for the briefest of seconds when Eddie had rolled towards him, flinging an arm over Billy’s waist.

“It’s okay blue, it’s just me,” Eddie had whispered, tugging him closer and tucking his head under Billy’s chin.

So, when Eddie kissed him, in a haze of weed smoke, Billy had tried to shut that voice out and kissed back. They were high, this was probably just what bros did, it didn’t mean anything.

It didn’t matter that the thought of Eddie’s lips on his excited him more than anything he’d done with the girls he’d dated.

[munsonkitten]

Steve hovers.

Eddie doesn’t really blame him. Not after what happened last time.

He doesn’t trust himself either, not really.

So Steve hovers in Eddie’s space while they assemble their weapons. Eddie’s on Molotov duty this time around, pouring kerosene into glass bottles that Steve holds steady. He took over Robin’s task with one look between her and Steve, and one clap on Eddie’s shoulder accompanied by a ‘you’re with me, Munson.’ Robin’s over with Nancy and Max now, counting ammo and loading guns.

Steve follows Eddie when he says he has to go take a leak, following him through Hopper’s new front door and down the hall to the bathroom. He follows Eddie just about everywhere these days, never letting him out of his sight.

It’s a bit annoying, the complete lack of privacy. Well, not complete, as Steve stands on the other side of the closed door, but still not much either. It feels like Steve can hear his every breath, every shuffle of his feet against the linoleum floor.

He pulls down his jeans, sits down on the cold porcelain seat and drops his face into his hands. His hair falls forward, and he knows he should find a hair tie to pull it back at some point, but he hasn’t done that yet. He doesn’t want to think about the looming battle. He doesn’t want to get ready for it.

“You know,” Steve says when Eddie comes back out of the bathroom. “No one would blame you if you just hightailed it out of Hawkins. If you go find Wayne and keep him safe, you know.”

“What, and leave you all behind? I’d be the asshole of the century, Harrington,” Eddie mutters, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Eddie, you almost—”

“I know, Steve,” Eddie snaps. “I know. I almost fucking died last time. Okay, but what? I should just run while all my friends are dying here? Because that’s what’s gonna happen, you know that, right? We’re all going to fucking die, and I’m just supposed to, what? Be completely alone after you all do and I don’t?”

Steve doesn’t say anything, just crosses his arm over his chest, and shrugs.

“Say I should leave again and I’ll kill you myself,” Eddie says, pushing past Steve with enough force to push him into the wall.

Then he stops, shakes his head, and turns. Steve’s still standing there with his arms crossed protectively over his body. There’s a quickly masked hurt expression on his face when Eddie first looks at him, and his heart breaks in two. He shouldn’t be fighting with Steve, not when he’s just trying to save him.

He sees it on his face, clear as day, that Steve doesn’t want to have to carry Eddie’s lifeless body out of the Upside Down again. Especially not now when they’ve had a year to get close and become friends. When Steve spent weeks after that first time trying to nurse Eddie back to health, hidden away in his big empty house, keeping Eddie a secret from the outside world, all while learning secrets about Eddie in the process.

They’ve become close, and Eddie shouldn’t be fighting with him when this could be their last day on earth.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Eddie says. “I didn’t — I don’t mean that. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Probably not,” Steve agrees. “But it’s okay that you did. I won’t mention it again.”

“Really, I’m — I’m sorry, man,” Eddie says. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“You’re stressed out, man,” Steve says, like it’s so simple, like it excuses what Eddie just said to him. “Once I told Henderson I was gonna knock his teeth into his skull. Shit happens.”

Eddie covers his face with his hands and takes a breath. He’s not a violent person, but he is stressed. He doesn’t think he’s ever had very many good outlets for his feelings other than music, but he hasn’t been able to listen to the stuff he wants to at the volume he prefers the last few days, not with everyone congregating in one place, cooped up in Hopper’s new house. He doesn’t have his guitar, doesn’t even have a notebook to write lyrics into.

Everyone’s a little bit snappish. Everyone’s scared. They’ve all said things they don’t mean, turned around and hugged it out with tears in their eyes. He saw it happen being El and Hopper earlier, saw it between Max and Mike yesterday. Even Nancy, always so calm and collected, yelled at Jonathan for moving her shoes.

Now it seems like it’s Steve and Eddie’s turn.

“C’mere, man,” Steve says softly, opening his arms up for Eddie.

Eddie falls into his embrace, lets Steve wrap himself around him.

It seems like, over the last year, they’ve both been finding reasons and excuses to touch each other. Eddie used to pretend there was something on Steve’s shirt just so he could run his fingers over his chest. Steve used to tell Eddie, long after his wounds healed, that he wanted to look at the scarring on his back to make sure everything was still looking okay. It would result in tender caresses that sent shivers down Eddie’s spine.

It’s never been stated. It’s never been acknowledged.

They never talk about the times Steve comes over and crashes in Eddie’s bed with him, pretending to accidentally fall asleep while they’re smoking together, as if Steve doesn’t put on his pajamas and curl up with his head on Eddie’s pillow each time. They never mention the wrestling, down on the ground with Eddie straddled over Steve’s stomach, never mentioning it when Steve flips him over and pins him down with his hands wrapped around Eddie’s wrists.

The hair washing, back when Eddie couldn’t reach above his head. The hair washing even long after Eddie could. The hands over foreheads checking for fevers, the hands spread over matching scars to make sure nothing’s gotten infected, the hand holding between them on the couch during scary movie scenes that don’t actually scare either of them.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says again. “You’re my best friend.”

Steve squeezes him a bit tighter, presses his forehead to Eddie’s. They breathe each other’s air for a second before the front door slams open and they jump apart.

Someone walks through the house, out of their line of sight. Eddie doesn’t know who it is, or where they’re going, but he grabs Steve’s hand and pulls him into the bathroom. He doesn’t want to be seen, not with tears streaming down his cheeks and his hands shaking the way they are.

He wants to be alone with Steve for just a little while longer.

All this hovering and Eddie still can’t get enough of him.

They sit down with their backs against the side of the bathtub, arms brushing between them. Eddie reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

“You’re covered in kerosene, dude,” Steve says, shifting a few inches away from him.

“I washed my hands,” Eddie says around the cigarette in his mouth. He lights it, giving Steve a look that says see? It’s fine when he doesn’t go up in flames.

They sit there for a few seconds before Steve snatches the cigarette out of his fingers.

“I thought you quit,” Eddie says, just like he says every time Steve does this.

“I told you,” Steve says, bringing it to his mouth. “I only smoke when I’m with you.”

“You’re always with me,” Eddie shoots back.

The smile Steve gives in return makes Eddie want to kiss him right here. They don’t do that, though. Eddie… Eddie’s never done that. Never kissed anyone, even though a year ago he said he’d do all the things he wants to do before he dies again. He told himself he wouldn’t die a virgin again, and he laughs to himself now at the memory.

It’s not like he cares about the concept of virginity, or anything. It’s a social construct, and all that, but he’d be a fucking liar if he said he didn’t want to have some kind of sex with someone at some point.

“What’s funny?” Steve asks.

“Not funny, just… You know, it’s like… The last time I almost died, I thought to myself, great, I’m about to die a twenty year old, never-been-kissed virgin, with no high school diploma, and all I’ve ever amounted to in my life is shredding Master of Puppets in hell. Told myself I’d fix all that before I die again.”

Eddie sighs, takes the cigarette back from Steve and brings it to his lips.

“And the only thing that has changed,” Eddie continues as he blows smoke out of his mouth. “Is that I’m twenty-one now instead.”

“Well,” Steve says slowly. “I can’t fix the high school diploma or the whole amounting to anything part of it. But…”

Eddie holds his breath. There’s no way Steve’s about to say it. There’s no way they’re finally going to acknowledge that something is going on between them.

“But,” Eddie repeats. Prompts. Says it so Steve knows he can keep going, that he doesn’t need to be afraid.

“But I could fix the never-been-kissed part. If you wanted me to,” Steve says. “And, um, the rest of it.”

“The rest of it,” Eddie says slowly.

“If you wanted,” Steve says again. He shrugs, looking down at his hands in his lap. “I… If not, that’s — it’s fine. I just thought, you know.”

“Yeah,” Eddie whispers. “I know.”

Silence stretches between them for a few minutes while they finish the cigarette. Eddie drops the butt into the toilet and flushes it. Wayne always gets on him for doing that at home, but what Hopper doesn’t know won’t hurt in the next twelve hours before they all die.

“Fuck it,” Eddie says. He pushes to his feet and offers a hand to Steve. “Let’s go on a supply run.”

“A supply—” Steve starts, confused. He looks at Eddie, the look that Eddie is giving him, the words he’s not saying, as he takes Steve’s hand and pulls him up. Understanding dons on Steve’s face, and then he smirks. “Oh. A supply run. Got it. You… you’re sure?”

Eddie shrugs. “As I’ll ever be.”

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[steviewashere]

Another little WIP Snippet, except this time it's from the start of my second part in my text fic universe. Things get a little meta and a little wild all in one.

CW: Referenced Omegaverse/Aspects of Omegaverse (this is not an omegaverse fic though)

————— Eddie: stevie i’m gonna write fan fic about us <33

Steve: Do I wanna know what fanfic is?

Eddie: for the sake of my brain I need you to just pretend to know..ok?

Steve: Fine. Sure. Whatever.

Steve: So…are you writing about us going to see a movie or something?

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Eddie: mmmmm or something………

Steve: Oh god, what are you doing?

Eddie: sex :3

Eddie: animal style :D

Seen 5 minutes ago

Eddie: do you think you’re more alpha or omega or a beta???

Eddie: this is important information to me

Eddie: I need you to respond now

Steve: Isn’t that alpha stuff just stupid shit that conservative cucks argue about online?

Steve: Where they try to compare themself to Patrick Bateman as if that’s a good thing?

Eddie: …yes…but that’s not what I’m talking about right now.

Eddie: basically do you think youre more

Eddie: …actually

Eddie: don’t answer any of my questions right now I’m taking this into my own hands

Steve: I think I just felt a disturbance in the force. What the fuck are you about to do to me?

Eddie: well you want six kids somehow

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Steve: Eddie…

Eddie: :3

Eddie: youre gonna be bouncing on my knot

Steve: What the fuck does THAT mean?

Eddie: shhhhhhh….daddy says that kitten doesn’t need to worry about that right meow

Steve: Don’t call me that.

Steve: Also. If anybody’s any sort of daddy in this relationship it’s me and I think you know that.

Steve: Also also. You saying that pun gave me the ick.

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Eddie: Who the fuck taught you what the ick means?

Eddie: I’ve never heard you say those series of words ever. In my life. You have never. And I mean never. Said that to me ever.

Eddie: Are you online?

Eddie: Are you lurking somewhere online?

Seen less than 1 minute ago

Steve: …

Steve: Robin forced me to download TikTok.

Steve: The shopping menu is bullshit and super invasive.

Steve: But also people on there are funny.

Steve: And also there’s people on there who share facts about praying mantises and sharks and I didn’t know I could learn so many facts, but I’m having the time of my life. Did you know that hammerheads go hunting by themselves? So, because they’re carnivores, they hunt down other sea wildlife. And they can dig through the sand on the ocean floor to find stingrays to eat. Also, great hammerheads—which is what I’ve been talking about—they have pups once every two years or something and can have, like, fifty of them in one litter! Live pups, too! Not eggs! They don’t lay eggs like other fish do, like clown fish, you know? Isn’t that crazy?! That’s crazy!

Steve: Well…smooth hammerheads have up to fifty, last I heard. Great hammerheads can have, like, up to forty-two. But that’s still a crazy number!

Steve: Imagine having that many children at once?

Steve: I can’t even handle the seven I accidentally picked up over the last few years! They’re not even my children!

Seen just now

Eddie: can you come home from the gym and talk more shark facts with me

Eddie: I love when you talk about sharks

Steve: You should make me talk about shark facts in that fanfic thing of yours.

Eddie: come home and give me an in person example of you talking about sharks. I wanna get the gleam in your eyes when I write about you.

Steve: Okay ❤️

Eddie: I love you so fucking much

Steve: I love you too

Delivered 10 minutes ago

Steve: Also, I looked up what you were asking me.

Steve: You should make both of us alphas. And then you should…hold on I have to look it up again.

Steve: You should “bitch” me. Wow, that sounds really derogatory. Is that derogatory? Side note, how many feminists do you think are into this omegaverse stuff? Do they “get the ick” when reading about bitching or is it like a secretly sexy thing to them that they’re too ashamed to admit out loud?

Steve: Okay, I’m reading some…some Arcane Jayce/Viktor thing on my phone right now and I think you should definitely still “bitch” me. The way this bitching thing works changes so much from story to story, I don’t even know what’s lore accurate to the omegaverse or what’s just people’s kinks taking on new shape.

Steve: But you should do it me on, like, accident. And I should be kinda mad at first, but then I realize that I love the new version of myself. Like so much more than I loved my previous self. And that I am happier in my new body and stuff. And you should delicately eat me out because you’re still nervous about fucking up with me, but then I yank you by the hair and make you choke on my “slick”—why is it called that; I don’t think I like that part very much, but whatever. And I’m all euphoric and shit.

Steve: And then I have a pussy like I was destined to have.

Steve: Okay, some of this stuff is so cool. Also, there’s some depressing stuff in this ship’s tag.

Seen just now

Eddie: got a boner too fast. Nosebleed.

Eddie: also. babe, I think you might have something to work through, maybe.

Eddie: and also I feel like I just created a monster. are you reading fics right now instead of coming home?

Steve: I’m eating a cheesy Gordita crunch in my car while reading and sipping on my large ass Baja blast. So…yeah, I guess.

Steve: I’ll be done soon, though. It’ll be fine.

Delivered 2 hours ago

Eddie: so are you coming home now?? do I need to report you missing???

Steve: Do NOT read the playlist jayvik fic. Do not do it. Oh my god. I’m gonna throw up from crying I am not okay right now.

Eddie: oh no you discovered it

Eddie: just…just get yourself calmed and come home when you can please don’t drive with tears in your eyes I don’t need you dying

Delivered just now

Steve: You are not allowed to kill either of us in your fanfic.

Steve: But I still want you to do that bitching thing.

Steve: Please.

Eddie: I don’t wanna push you in any sort of way…but do you think that we should maybe have a conversation about why you’re so fascinated with that part?? It’s starting to not sound like a kink.

Eddie: in fact, I feel like I have it on good authority that this wasn’t a kink to start with.

Steve: Maybe, but I’ve gotta focus on driving now, so I’m not worried about any of that stuff right now. Bringing you a Doritos taco. And your piss colored Mtn Dew.

Steve: You should suck my dick when I get home to make me feel better.

Steve: After you eat and brush your teeth, though. I don’t need nacho cheese powder on my dick.

Delivered just now

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[beingmissbatty]

🐦‍🔥 Boom I compromised

I love you (as my boss says, in as platonically and non-threateningly and professionally way as possible -- and with all of my affection possible in this moment). You're enabling me, on multiple fronts.

“Eddie…” Chrissy’s little voice called, pained and unsure, as she tugged at his hair to turn his head, “I need you to not panic but—”

A twinge of pain shot through his neck as he whipped his head around, eyes finally landing on Joyce, curled in a corner with Steve’s head in her lap. His skin was pale, normally perfectly kempt hair limp and plastered to his face… and he was covered in blood. As if trying to protect itself, Eddie’s mind tried to convince him it was someone else’s, that someone had tossed a paint bucket at him thinking his glorious pelt of chest hair was a fur coat.

Anything but what it really was.

Make me write!

[gloomysoup]

todays edition of snippet sunday isn't really an actual snippet tbh but i haven't done much writing this week and i had a thought today. so this is what we're doing instead.

i know the exotic dancer/stripper steve aus have made their rounds lately (specifically thinking of @ladykailitha with this one) and of course i have to hop on the bandwagon. i was driving home today when i thought of this, listening to next contestant by nickelback (shocker, i know)

so anyway all i really have with this right now is omega!steve being a stripper in a popular club where alpha!eddie works. this could also be a mafia!eddie au to add some extra spice (because who doesn't love a good mafia au). eddie is obsessed with steve from the moment he lays eyes on him. the attempts at courting start pretty much instantly. steve entertains it, for a while only thinking about how much it would benefit him to have rich powerful alpha who desires him. maybe he'll get lucky and finally get the pups he wants, with the bonus of being set for life and never again having to worry about whether or not he'll be able to pay his bills. somewhere along the way, though, steve falls just as hard. it turns out that eddie is so sweet and dorky and adoring. he dotes on steve and makes him laugh and spoils him with more than just expensive gifts.

their relationship is established, and steve is still working. he honestly does love his job. most of the time, at least. plus, it's great exercise to keep him active (and eddie definitely isn't complaining about the added bedroom benefits) eddie doesn't stop steve from working. he would never dictate his life like that. but he is there every night, not far from steve at any given moment.

the thing about eddie is that he's possessive. he knows steve would never do anything to betray him, but he sees the way the patrons of the club look at him. steve is hot, and he knows everyone else knows it too. but again, he's possessive. he doesn't like others touching what's his. so when a patron gets too handsy, or says something that makes eddie's skin crawl a little, it isn't long before they learn their lesson. he's always there to swoop in when steve gets uncomfortable, and he's always there to take steve home at the end of the night.

it takes a long time for steve to realize what eddie's been doing. it's only when he notices the patrons have been a lot less handsy lately, and he's heard fewer comments, that he starts to get suspicious. then he notices that a lot of his problem customers have mysteriously stopped showing up. he confronts eddie about it, a little mad that he would go behind steve's back and make examples out of his customers. until he sees eddie's face the next time someone makes a grab at steve's ass. the possessiveness, the jealousy, the borderline fury. it all makes sense. and honestly, the way eddie's eyes darken and his face sets instantly sends a chill down steve's spine. he's dripping by the time he gets a spare moment, and instantly drags eddie into the back room and locks the door. obviously they fuck nasty about it.

that's all i have planned but the thoughts are swirling.

[hbyrde36]

3-DAY WEEKEND TIME LETS GOOOOOOO

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3-ish sentences for that WIP!

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch5)

💫 Forever After (sequel one-shot to my Labyrinth au It's Only Forever)

And, adding my fic for the @strangertales2025 event:

🏰 Not (A) Cinderella (Story) - loosely based on this ficlet

From: Not (A) Cinderella (Story)

“Come on, Steve, it’s prom.” Nancy declared with a loud slam of her locker, perfectly timed to have Steve jumping out of his skin with a high-pitched yelp.

“Sorry,” she added, not looking sorry at all when he turned to glare at her. 

And fair enough, really. It wasn’t completely her fault that he was so jumpy and distracted lately. Losing your first real girlfriend and the entirety of your friend group in a single school year would do a number on anyone. Not that he was taking either loss too hard, as evidenced by the way he was, at this very moment, hanging out with said ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. Nancy and Jonathan both had taken him in like a lost puppy when he’d finally wised up to the type of asshole he was becoming, to the sort of people he’d been surrounding himself with, and told Tommy and Carol to go fuck themselves. 

He hadn’t realized at the time that the whole ordeal would turn him into some sort of social pariah, but as he watched the companions of his past life bully some poor freshman down the other end of the hall, he had zero regrets.

“It’s okay man, she scares me too sometimes, ”Jonathan said with a chuckle, patting Steve on the shoulder before taking hold of Nancy’s hand. The three of them fell into step together, making their way to the cafeteria.

aaannnd some tags: @pearynice @tinytalkingtina @vthx @nureyevsins @turinspeachjam

@yesdangerpls @queenie-ofthe-void @dreamwatch @queenofshenanigans @cloudsurfing42