#puppet steddie

[whathehonestfuk]

Puppeteer Eddie

@latenightsimping asked for an elaboration on puppeter eddie

He watches Dark Crystal when it comes out in '82 and immediately falls in love with the darker creepier aspects of puppetry and gets a little like ventriloquist puppet that he gives a metal make over to start with but starts to make his own for his BBEG in campaign they start out as basically sock puppets but over the years they get better and better and well music will always be his first love he does enjoy puppetry and goes on to try and find jobs such as performing at ren-fests and traveling puppet theater (they do exist i remember them from my childhood)

he moves to some bigger city to try and make it as a musician but does audition to be the puppeteer for a kids show and gets it, which not his dream but he does enjoy it and isn't devastated when his music carrier doesn't take off because he has made a good name for himself in puppeteering and continues getting jobs

-steddie incoming-

Single dad steve whose kid is obsessed with the show eddie is on and eddies specific puppet and as a treat takes his kid to a meet and greet sort of event and his kid is obsessed and completely ignores everything except the puppet to the point that the show runners ask steve if he wants to have his kid on the show

steve asks his kid and tries to make sure they know its a big deal but of course they just hear they get hang out with their favorite puppet, so steve is constantly hanging out on set being just an adorable dad and causing eddie to fucking drool damn near constantly

[devondespresso]

stwg was talking about stranger things but with muppets, and ofc the only version of it i can see is one where everyones a muppet except Steve

so enjoy a sneak peek from the s4 epilogue where Eddie lived and makes out with Steve sloppy style in an empty classroom at the school

[wheneverfeasible]

I think the greatest thing I’m proud of is calling Eddie Munson “master in the streets, puppet in the sheets” on a reply to another post and everyone including OP getting a kick out of it.

*in the tone of Captain Holt* VALIDATIOOOOOON!!

[hedgefrogpresents]

We Wrote Stranger Things Season Five But There's Gay Vampires And It's A Puppet Theater

I wrote a 95 page treatment of how Stranger Things season five would go if I got to be in charge of it and then we acted it out scene-by-scene in the Hedgefrog Puppet Theater and made our friends voice characters with us and also there's a musical number and a drag bar and Eddie is alive and he and Steve are hooking up but it is NOT romantic it is PURELY sexual and also Steve and Robin are a horse and Max gets to have a sword (as a treat) 💕🦇✨🐎💕

[alfhitchblonde]

Eddie Munson, Grammy Award Winner and front man for Corroded Coffin, gets roped into doing a Dancing with the Stars-esque show by his manager Chrissy (lost a bet (Chrissy is a dirty cheater)) and ends up getting pair with fan favorite choreographer and dance partner Steve Harrington. Fans love him because of his wit, daring dances, and the fact he looks good with any partner.

At first Eddie hates the idea. Thinks that Steve looks to be a pretty boy asshole. He is but he’s also so sweet and patient and picks songs that speak to Eddie.

Plus he has this gaggle of children who keep appearing at rehearsal and they are little nerds like Eddie.

Shenanigans ensue and there is some stellar dancing and ✨tension✨

And they like fall in love.

[jewishrat420]

kas!eddie as 'iron man' by black sabbath (1.8k)

tags: blood, gore, angst, graphic depictions of death, mind control, false memories, descriptions of humanity as inferior, mass killing (this sounds bad but it's just humanity from vecna's/kas!eddie's perspective so like... basically the show)

song lyrics indicated by bold, flashbacks/“memories” indicated by italics

“Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind?”

Eddie doesn’t remember much before the Upside Down. Before reds and blues in striking fluorescence, sharp teeth that nick him if he isn’t careful. Dark ichor seeps from the wound, and a small part of him thinks that something else used to take its place; something brighter, richer. Something alive.

This desolate land is all he knows. Dirt and bones crunch under his bare feet when he chooses to walk, cold wind whips against his wings when he doesn’t. He doesn’t think about what is or isn’t, simply obeys the words of his master, nodding his head and baring his teeth when called upon. 

Come. Stay. 

Kill.

There’s something deep within him that comes alive with that last command. Something that rattles his aching bones, tugs at his gut, pulls at his intestines and threatens to unravel them. Something that screams at him; the words go unnoticed, overshadowed by the indistinct voices in his brain. The hive mind is an ocean, crashing against the shore of his body, bringing him under and under and under. 

The concept of time is unknown to him. He doesn’t know when or how he got here, if he was ever anywhere else. If there is anywhere else to be. The tick tick ticking of a clock only serves to alert him to Vecna’s newest victim; to his next meal. 

He smells her before he sees her. A small girl, brunette, with tears in her eyes and blood in her mouth. Eddie’s throat aches, burns. She’s writhing in Vecna’s grip, shaking her head like she could will her reality away. Make it nothing more than a nightmare. 

Eddie wants to laugh.

“Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head?”

He’s had his own share of nightmares; though his, unlike the earthly being below him, he was able to get out of. They come back in flashes, blinding him with the memory until he’s forced to watch, eyes rolled back, grimy feet barely touching the ground. 

A human--a boy--stands above him. His hair is shorter than Eddie’s, skin tanner. Eyes prettier. They’re glazed with tears, and his lips are pulled into a frown.

Eddie wants to speak, but his mouth is filled with something. His throat is coated with it, and every breath he takes makes his chest rattle with a disgusting gurgling sound. 

The boy narrows his eyes, brow furrowing for a moment.

“Looks like you need some help, huh?”

Eddie tries to nod, but his neck won’t move. His lungs feel raw, overused. His whole body aches like he’s on fire, embers burning up every cell that forms him. He tries to do something, anything, but can’t. 

The boy suddenly erupts into laughter, throwing his head back. His neck has a red ring around it; it looks angry. He stands, placing his hands on his hips, and spits into the open cavity of Eddie’s chest. 

“That’s what you get for being so fucking stupid, Munson. We told you not to be a hero, and look where that got you, huh?” 

The boy starts walking away, but stops short, turning around as though he’d remembered something. 

“Freaks like you are meant to be in Hell anyway.”

Whenever that memory is forced upon him, Eddie is left barren. Sunken. His chest aches with the foreign urge to cry, and he feels something familiar tug at his heart. Something that tells him that boy is, was, something like family to him. Like the hive mind, only…different. Chosen, maybe. Purposeful.

It’s not the only thing Vecna likes to remind him of. There’s another scene, maybe as painful as the first, that haunts him. 

A group of humans stand in front of his supine body. Every breath aches; he doesn’t take as many. His throat is thick with something sticky and harsh, and he wants to spit it out. Would, if he had the energy.

He can barely hear through the ringing in his ears, but he tries anyway. Thinks he makes out, “What’s the point of taking him with us? He’s dead weight,” and a lighter, more feminine voice saying, “Not like he was any better alive.”

"We'll just pass him there. Why should we even care?"

Eddie tries to speak, tries to beg for them to stay, to help him, but all that comes out is a weak moan. Pitiful. 

They all laugh at his misery and walk away.

Now, in the dark and dirty underworld, Eddie feels at home. Alone, surrounded by monsters like himself. When he thinks of the memories, and he thinks of where he is now, he feels grateful. He feels like he’s somewhere he belongs. 

Those humans left him to his fate. Left him to die a coward’s death; alone and begging. 

“Nobody wants him. He just stares at the world.”

It’s only because of Vecna that he is reanimated. That he can run at lightning speeds to capture yet another precious little life form and snap its neck before it can cry. 

The girl, small and pretty, tries to speak. Eddie’s talons wrap around her throat in an instant, drawing blood where they dig in. Her eyes are brown, and a memory threatens to break through those walls. 

Eddie pops her head like a balloon and moves on.

“Planning his vengeance, that he will soon unfurl.”

Humans, Vecna likes to remind him, are scum. Breathing, feeling creatures who infect their vitality on everything they touch. Everything has a name, everything has value. 

It’s disgusting. 

It’s easy for Eddie to agree to Vecna’s plan. With the hive mind whispering in his ear, pulling him taut like a puppet on strings, and his only memories of humans being traitorous and torturous, he wants nothing more than to carry it out. 

To end the life that gave him nothing but agony is a beautiful revenge. 

This Earth, this world, did nothing but hurt him. These people that inhabit it are viruses, bacterium, and they deserve to be treated as such. Like any pest, they must be exterminated. Eradicated.

Eddie is eager to rid this planet of the disease that is humanity. 

He sits perched atop a tree and waits. The ground below him sizzles and sparks, cracking open with a moan that comes from deep within. He feels it vibrate in his bones, his mind going fuzzy. Soon, a hole is torn from the dirt that separates the Upside Down from the rest of the Earth.

He smiles to himself.

Showtime.

“Now the time is here, for Iron Man to spread his fear.”

Eddie follows Vecna up to a certain point. The world looks different on this side, bright colors dancing in his vision, each one like an ice pick to his brain. It’s loud and full of humans and other creatures. Of life. 

Not for long.

Once he is released from his hold, Eddie takes to the sky. Spreads his wings and soars, eyeing the ant-like creatures and zeroing in on his prey. He takes out a small child rather quickly; hears the screams of a woman come shortly after. He’s gone before she sees who (or what) did it.

Eddie is disoriented to space and time; there is much more to be aware of in this world. The sun burns his skin and his disconnection from the hive mind has him forgetting his mission occasionally. But as soon as he sees another human, he is reminded. His job is to kill, to make better. To cleanse.

He doesn’t know how long he’s on this side of the planet. He’s distantly aware of a high-pitched screeching sound in deafening repetition, and he sees flurries of reds and blues--unlike, however, those of Upside Down. These are bright and brash and no doubt the result of the human virus.

At some point, Vecna alerts him to the news he was expecting; they won. Of course they did. No mortal world can compete with death; it is their ultimate downfall.

He is given the go-ahead to carry out his own personal mission, and he wastes no time. 

“Vengeance from the grave, killing people he once saved.”

He saves them for last. Those creatures, those humans that left him to suffer, alone and cold. That left him to die. 

It’s their turn, now. 

He knows where to find them. Sensed them as soon as he entered their repulsive world, and he flies there in an instant.

Finds them exactly where he thought he would; huddled together in the main room of a cold house. It vaguely reminds him of the Upside Down, all barren and hollow. Eddie almost feels at home in it.

The humans are surrounded by a variety of makeshift weapons. A number of guns, glass bottles stuffed with tissues, and most notably--a baseball bat with nails hammered into it. 

Eddie’s eyes catch on the thing, and his stomach twists uncomfortably, that sharp tug threatening to unravel him from the core. He looks away.

They’re all there. Every last one of them from his memory, and a couple he doesn’t recognize as well. Their eyes catch on him, and rather than fear, a sort of recognition flashes over them.

“Eddie?”

Eddie snarls. His own name coming from their mouths hurts like it did that night, raging wildfires crawling across his skin. He wants to tear them apart.

He watches as they all exchange looks. Eddie recognizes some of them; terror, shock. But there’s something in their eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. Something…soft. Something hesitant. 

“Eddie, do you…do you remember us?”

“Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head?”

It’s the boy with the beautiful eyes that speaks. Eddie’s chest feels like it’s caving in, and he feels the inexplicable urge to run toward him, to hold him with human arms he doesn’t recognize. To never let go.

He remembers the last time he heard that voice, and he’s overwhelmed with anger. 

Eddie throws his head back in a cackle, mimicking the laughter they once directed at him, and bares his teeth in a snarl. His talons elongate and his wings expand. 

Whatever was in their eyes, sadness or trust or love, is gone in an instant. Replaced by the ever-familiar look of fear. 

Eddie barely feels the gunfire ricochet off him. His skin takes it like metal, throwing the bullets back to whoever shot it. He hears a scream; feminine, like the voice that taunted him, and he smiles around a mouthful of flesh. 

It’s minutes or hours, he has no way of knowing, before all that’s left is the boy he thinks he might have loved. 

“Eddie,” he says, voice coated not in blood but in something else. Something devastating. 

For the first time since being reborn, Eddie speaks. He says one word.

“Run.”

“Running as fast as they can. Iron Man lives again.”

The person he once called his friend, and might have called his lover, shoots past him, nearly tripping over the bodies of his family on his way. 

Eddie spreads his wings, bares his teeth, and turns into the monster he always feared he was. 

[collectivecloseness]

Ok I’ve been working on some fics/blurbs rn, but Spotify wrapped day is here and I am LIVING for it. So if you send me a number between 1-100 and either a fandom (ST/Spree) or a character I’ll write a blurb about them x reader with whatever number it corresponds to hahaha

[steddiehands86]

So all of October I had an idea that wouldn’t leave my mind. This is the second fusion I’ve ever done, and Hocus Pocus is so dear to my that I had to immediately open a doc and pour out my idea. I hope you guys enjoy, I’m going to be as consistent as possible with this, so even though its a Wip, it will be updated because I’m going to see this through. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @corrodedcoffinfest Where the Wild Things Are pop-up event.

i want you to love me like my parrot does, honey

Where the Wild Things Are Pop-Up | Word Count: 3,000 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Fade to Black Sex | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steddie, Eddie & Gareth | Tags: Modern AU, Flirty Flirting, Mutual Attraction, Getting Together, Animal Shelter Worker Steve Harrington, Exotic Animal Foster Eddie Munson, Annoyed Roommate Gareth Jones

Also on ao3.

Eddie looks down at the phone in his hand, and turns off the running water in the bathroom sink he'd used to muffle his conversation. If you have to hide it, you're doing something wrong. That's what Uncle Wayne always said. 

But, he's doing it anyway.

Heading towards the door, he casually reaches to get his leather jacket. Maybe Gareth won't notice. Maybe he can slink out of here unnotic—

"Where are you going? Where are you going?" 

Fuck. Jimmy Buffett the goddamn parrot is a misses-nothing tattletale.

Gareth turns, looking, "Hey, Jim's right. Where are you going?"

"Just, you know, out."

"Eddie."

"Google, play Master of Puppets," Jimmy Buffett demands, and the bluetooth speaker fires up. Plays the opening riff, and then Jimmy asks all over again. Head bobbing back and forth the entire time. He only wants the intro, over and over. 

"Great," Gareth says, "just great, Ed. This is a fun loop to be in."

"Hey, we got him over the M-A-R-G-A-R-," he pauses, trailing off.

"No, no, keep going," Gareth goads.

"I-T-A-V-I-L-L-E obsession," Eddie finishes. There's no way in hell he's saying that word out loud. "This is an improvement and you know it."

"Unplugging the damn thing, not giving a bird the option of dictating our lives would be an improvement too, and yet."

"Where are you going?" the grooving parrot asks again, Master of Puppets blaring.

"Good question, Jimmy," Gareth concurs. 

"The shelter."

That lights a fire under Gareth's ass, and he's up off the couch. 

"Eddie, no, we don't have room for anything else!" Gareth snaps, waving his hands around the living room that's already full of cages, aquariums and other various habitats.

"But Steve called," Eddie says, and Gareth huffs out a breath of annoyance. 

"Steve's taking advantage," Gareth insists, and Eddie knows that's not true. It's just not easy to find someone qualified to foster all the weird and exotic animals. "Goodie won't even come over here anymore, you know. Wait. Go ahead. Get something else. Alligator? Komodo Dragon? Anaconda?"

Eddie laughs. Goodie hates to be in the same room as the snakes, but if Eddie covers their habits, Goodie can sometimes pretend they aren't there. Sometimes.

"What are you getting this time?" Gareth asks, and then waves his hands around, "No. Wait. Don't tell me. I'll be surprised."

Oh, and surprised he'll be. 

Mainly because Eddie doesn't even know. Steve just called, said he had something Eddie needed to see, and that was all the info Eddie needed.

Eddie snags Gareth around the neck, shaking him around in a rough thank you hug.

"If Jimmy keeps it up longer than thirty minutes, you can unplug the speakers, okay?"

"How generous," Gareth sasses, but crashes back onto the couch, "I'm really fucking sick of this, you asshole."

He'll live. He always does.

But, well. Eddie can't resist. He pokes his head back in the door, and croons, "Strummin' my six string, on my front porch swing."

Jimmy Buffett squawks and flaps his wings.

"Google, play Margaritaville," he demands, Master of Puppets forgotten. If looks could kill, Eddie'd be dead. Gareth throws up his middle fingers, both of them, before sliding his noise-cancelling headphones over his ears. 

Eddie cackles as he closes the door, leaving Gareth in Margaritaville hell.

When Eddie pulls up at the rescue, Steve's out front with a family, rolling around in the lush, green grass as he's introducing a dog that's wagging the shit out of its tail, thrilled to be out of the dog run. 

Fair enough. Eddie'd be thrilled if he was getting that kind of attention from Steve, too. 

Steve gets animals adopted, and it's pretty cool to watch in action. Dogs, Steve can find homes fairly easily. Same with cats. Eddie swears half the time the adopters are turning up just to see Steve. He features heavily on all their social media, and has an amazing track record for facilitating successful adoptions.

He's an animal whisperer, through and through. So, basically catnip to Eddie.

Unfortunately, he's made the shelter very popular, and as a consequence other animals have been dropped off that are far less easy to adopt out.

Those are the critters that dictate calls to Eddie.

At least they aren't being released into the wild, which is a real goddamn problem. If they end up with Steve, they've got a chance.

Steve sees him, and hands the leash of the overly happy pup over to Robin. Eddie gives her a wave, and then shoves his hands in his pockets as Steve approaches, grinning.

"Hey, man. Thanks for coming," Steve says, slinging his arm around Eddie's shoulders, walking him towards the shelter. "It's been a while."

And it has been a few months. There's no rhyme or reason to when they might get something they can't take care of at the shelter. But when they call, Eddie gets to see Steve and nurse his pathetic crush that's been building over the past two years.

Eddie hates that this is the biggest reason he keeps saying yes. Getting to be near Steve, feeling helpful, and yes, all the friendly touches. He definitely doesn't hate those.

Steve lets go to open the door, and leads Eddie through the maze of the place. Past all the run-of-the-mill animals, to the dungeon. At least, that's what Eddie calls it.

In a too small saltwater tank, is an octopus. 

"Oh hell no," Eddie laughs, "you want me to be the jailer for that brilliant escape artist?"

Steve giggles, "Hence the rocks on the lid. This is Houdini. We know what she can do. Apparently, she kept breaking into all the tanks near her, eating the inhabitants, then slinking back into her own tank like nothing had happened. It was a real aquatic mystery, until they set up a camera and caught her in the act."

Eddie grins, and looks at her, watching her flash, changing colors and then back again, "Smart little asshole. You're resourceful, ain't you, honey?" Eddie asks her, watching as she moves through the water.

"You'll take her?" Steve asks, looking hopeful.

"Of course," Eddie answers, "you'll just have to let me get something set up for her. I have a saltwater tank cycled that'll be big enough, which is lucky. I'm sure you don't want to keep her here for three months. But I'll need to do some shuffling, and reinforcing. They're like cats. Liquids that cannot be contained."

Steve laughs. 

"How old is she?" Eddie asks, because they don't live long, as sad as that is. He wants to be prepared. She's definitely not a long term commitment, not like Irv the tortoise, or Jimmy the parrot or Heqet the African clawed frog. Those are decades long commitments, if the right home never comes along. 

Steve isn't sure, which isn't uncommon for the things that they sometimes just find dropped off on their front step.

At least Houdini has some backstory. That's not always a given.

Gareth comes home, still pissy. Margaritaville isn't playing, so that's a plus. Eddie prepared for this, though. Bribes work on Gareth.

"There's booze in the blender," he teases, at least this time out of Jimmy's earshot.

"Okay, I might forgive you. Show me what you've got first. Direwolf? Slimer? Harry from the Hendersons?"

Eddie laughs, "I don't have her yet. It's an octopus."

"Oh. That's not so bad," Gareth says, salting the rim, then pouring himself a margarita that Eddie was heavy handed with the good tequila in as an apology.

"We have to move Pennywise and pals," Eddie admits, and Gareth groans. He hates fish tank business. 

"We can do it," he reassures, "eat a taco. You'll feel better."

Eddie stopped and picked up the tacos they both like, and they sit and eat, splitting the pitcher of margaritas until they're both tipsy.

"I just," Gareth says, "I don't mind the animals. But women don't want to come here."

Eddie can't be mad at him for telling the truth. He knows. Men don't want to come here either.

"Goodie said I could move in with him," Gareth says, and Eddie feels his stomach drop, "for a price."

"You'll kill each other," Eddie says.

"I know," Gareth answers, "I'm not going anywhere. But this house is a real cockblock."

"Tell me about it," Eddie sighs, "I'm not doing any better."

He knows Gareth knows that, too. But these animals don't have anywhere else to go. He doesn't want them destroyed just because their previous owners didn't take good care of them.

"At least you have Steve," Gareth says, poking at him over his crush.

"I wish," Eddie says. 

He wants Steve, but that's a pipe dream. 

Eddie rolls over, blinking. Trying to reorient. He picks up his phone, and peers at the screen. The security camera notification woke him up. David is sitting on the back patio. Waiting.

So, Eddie crawls out of bed. Throws on a t-shirt over his boxers, sliding on shoes. 

Pulling open the sliding glass door, he asks, "Hey, buddy, where you been? It's been a few days, let me get you some food," Eddie tells the plump raccoon and heads back to the kitchen to make peanut butter sandwiches, and fetch fresh water as well as some other snacks. He isn't technically Eddie's, but he can't stand to see any creature go hungry. 

So, fed he'll be. 

Even if he shows up at three in the goddamn morning.

A few days later Eddie calls to let Steve know his saltwater tank is ready that Gareth nearly killed him for trying to set up the first time. Too much chemistry.

"Want me to deliver her?" Steve asks, and Eddie pauses. Steve wants to come to his house? He's never been to his house before. Eddie comes to him. That's the deal. Nobody wants to come here.

"I mean, if you want, but if you don't have time, I can make my roommate come with me to come get her," Eddie offers.

Steve insists, so Eddie starts to tell him his address, before he realizes Steve knows. It's on every application, every foster agreement he's ever signed.

"But you already know that," Eddie laughs.

"I do," Steve answers, "but it's less creepy this way."

Two hours later, Steve's on his doorstep with Houdini. They start the process to get her drip acclimated into the bigger tank.

"Wow. This is," Steve says, and Eddie can see him looking all over the room and the rest of the sentence goes unsaid. It's a lot to take in. Aquariums, cages, habitats all over the place. Steve had to know. He's the one that keeps calling Eddie to pick up these exotic and hard to place animals. 

"Pretty, pretty," Jimmy Buffett coos, dancing in his cage, looking at Steve.

Well, he's not wrong. Just embarrassing Eddie for fun, undoubtedly. Like an unruly five-year-old.

"C'mere, dingus," he mimics, and Steve tosses back his head and laughs. 

"He sounds just like Robin," Steve says, and approaches her cage, "I can believe you remember me. Hi, Jimmy."

"Hi, Jimmy," the bird mimics back, "Get me a beer."

"No beer. Want a full tour?" Eddie offers Steve. Just as well show him all the crazy. 

And he does, guiding Steve room-to-room.

When he sees the large enclosure in the corner of the spare bedroom, he stops, "Holy shit."

It's kinda crazy. Half water, half land, home to the dwarf caiman Steve though was a baby alligator when it was dumped on their step. 

Eddie couldn't house an alligator. He doesn't have the space, or experience. But a dwarf caiman? Totally doable, after a small construction project that Gareth, Jeff and Goodie bitched about the entire time.

Goodie hates her, but she does like to grumble and hiss, especially at him.

"She's a bitch," Eddie says with affection, but he's sure he's stuck with her for the rest of her life. Which is fine. He wants to find nearly everything that turns up here a good fit for a permanent home, elsewhere. That doesn't always work out. 

Most, if not all of them, were pets somebody got in over their head with. It's sad.

Steve doesn't seem scared, or disgusted, like a lot of people. Not even annoyed, like Gareth. Who honestly rolls with it better than most. He's not scared, at least. Eddie knows this funhouse of creatures is why he's single. Like, he can hookup with a guy here and there, but as soon as they get to the point that he needs to bring him home, shit goes south, quick. Nobody wants to sleep in a room with a frog singing, or watch TV with a chatty beach bum parrot.

He can't have everything, he's chosen this, and that's okay. 

Steve is looking in each enclosure, and then he comes up to one of the enclosures in Eddie's bedroom, peering down inside, "Oh, wow. Hi, there, I don't believe I know you."

Eddie grins, looking down into the tortoise enclosure, "That's Irv. He was my grandpa's. My first experience with reptiles. I inherited him when my Uncle Wayne declined the opportunity to raise another beast," Eddie says with all the affection in the world. Wayne raised him. A tortoise, though? Not for him.

Steve laughs, and Eddie smiles at him.

"How old?" Steve asks.

"Forty-ish?" Eddie answers. Older than Eddie, definitely, but he's not a hundred percent for sure. He's just been able to trace photos back that far, at least.

"Amazing," Steve says, and Eddie's even more smitten. Steve doesn't seem grossed out by anything he's been confronted with so far in this house. Eddie shouldn't be surprised. He knows how much time Steve puts in at the shelter, Eddie just assumed he preferred the fuzzy, domesticated pets. Most people do.

Houdini is ready to be released into the bigger tank, and she immediately inks. It's expected. Eddie skims it out of the water, not wanting her to suffocate, and then secures the heavy lid. Flipping the new latches. She's sure pretty. 

Steve meanders back towards the front door, and Eddie is sorry to see him go.

"Stop by again, if you want to visit. I'm sure Jimmy would be thrilled to lay eyes on you," and if on command, Jimmy gives a wolf whistle. They both laugh, "See?"

Then, Steve steps out onto the front porch, seems to change his mind, and steps back inside, "Okay. If I'm off-base, ignore me," Steve says, and Eddie feels the blood rushing to his cheeks.

No way.

"But. Would you maybe want to go out sometime?" Steve asks, and he looks so shy. Steve's never looked shy.

"Yes," Eddie says, taking a step closer, "fuck. Yes. Of course."

And Steve laughs, seemingly relieved. Eddie can't believe this guy wants to go on a date with him, especially after seeing his little shop of horrors. 

"Thank god," Steve says, "I've felt the vibes. I thought? But I didn't want to scare off my best shelter ally if I was wrong."

"You weren't wrong," Eddie reassures, and Steve smiles, big and bright. Eddie wants to lock this down. "Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night," Steve agrees.

Drinks, dinner and now Steve's standing in Eddie's bedroom shedding his shirt. 

"Pretty, pretty," Eddie says, mimicking the parrot, and Steve giggles.

Then he drops his jeans, and scoots up Eddie's bed.

Eddie just stares. He's gorgeous, and so fucking confident that Eddie's going crazy. He wants him, he needs him, fuck, maybe he loves him.

He damn well wants to find out if this could be something. Something great, maybe.

So, he pulls his own clothes off, and then crawls on top of Steve, pressing him back into the sheets.

After, they lay shoulder-to-shoulder, Heqet singing a mechanical underwater buzzing sound.

"That's soothing," Steve says, and yeah. Eddie's heart is gone.

Steve bolts upright, startled, and Eddie lays a hand on his back, "Sorry. It's okay. I'll be back. Another animal to feed."

But Steve slides out of bed behind him, and Eddie is so goddamn smitten by this man. 

"What is it?" Steve questions.

"David. My big dirty raccoon," Eddie explains, and doles out the snacky snacks he brought out to the patio.

Steve giggles, quoting, "Eww, David."

And Eddie grins. Exactly. Steve gets the reference, and Eddie's fucking enamored with this man that crawled out of his bed in the middle of the night to watch a raccoon wash his finger sandwiches in water.

Steve hugs him from behind, chin on his shoulder, and Eddie's so goddamn happy.

In the morning, Steve helps him feed and tend to all the different animals.

"Gareth's gonna be jealous," Eddie teases, "he can't find a woman to come back here to feed his snake."

Steve snorts, then makes a thinking face, looking over at Eddie, "You know. I actually know someone at the shelter. Dr. Dawlsen."

"Robin?" Eddie asks.

Steve cackles, making Jimmy squawk, "No. She's a lesbian. And not a vet."

"Oh. That all tracks," Eddie says, and Steve just grins.

Gareth comes out of his room, sees Steve, and rolls his eyes. 

"Hey!" Steve demands, and Gareth looks at him. Steve snaps a couple pictures on his phone. 

"What the fuck was that?" Gareth asks.

"Smile. He thinks he might have a lady doctor to set you up with that wouldn't run screaming from our menagerie."

"Vet, not gyno," Steve clarifies. 

"Don't care. Carry on," Gareth says, preening like he's the fancy bird in the room.

Then, Steve's gotta go, "Well, I had fun. Let's do it again. And again."

Hell fucking yes. 

"You're not gonna run for the hills?" Eddie teases, slinging his arms around Steve's neck, pressing their lips together again.

"Not a chance," Steve answers, nuzzling into Eddie's neck, "I like your wild kingdom. Kindness towards animals? Especially these animals? Such a turn on."

When Steve pulls back, Eddie grins, pulling his hair over his mouth. 

"Tonight?" Steve asks.

And Eddie nods. Tonight. Absolutely.

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Notes: Title is a play on the lyrics from the Jimmy Buffett song Like My Dog, and obviously his Margaritaville played a role in the fic itself.

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Steddie Week 2024

July 6th Prompt: Dizzy

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Steve stands up, and that’s where it all goes wrong.

His intent was to grab more drinks from the fridge, but when he stood, he blinked a few times. “Whoa,” he murmurs.

“Steve?” Robin asks. She sounds like she’s at the end of a long tunnel.

“Steve?” Eddie asks. He sounds closer, but not as close as he should.

“‘M fine,” he says, “jus’ dizzy.”

Then he’s waking up in the hospital. “What,” he asks, then doesn’t complete the thought because Robin and Eddie are both standing over him, one on each side, holding each of his hands, and he’d feel so much love if he could feel anything besides general panic because- “I can’t hear you,” he says, breathing picking up. “I can’t- please, I- I need-”

Eddie shuts up, staring at him with wide eyes, and after a second of hesitation, places Steve’s hand, palm down, on his chest. He takes deep, purposeful breaths, and Steve can feel his hand moving, feel the breaths, feel his heartbeat-

He takes a breath. Another. Another. By that time, Nancy had gotten a doctor.

Later, he’ll learn this is something they’d been watching for, but couldn’t be sure of until he woke up. Later, he’ll learn that Eddie lays awake at night, sometimes, hearing the sound Robin makes.

All he knows right now is how to keep breathing, how to keep holding Robin’s hand, how to believe he’ll be okay, because he has to.

He has to.

He stays with Eddie upon his release, because they’re together most days anyways, and it’s a certain kind of torture on Steve’s heart because Eddie’s started carrying around a notebook and a pen just to write to Steve whatever he was gonna say, and Steve doesn’t think he could love another person more than he did, but here’s the proof, apparently.

They’re sharing a bed, because Wayne had previously called their couch “older than Jesus,” and Steve lasted for all of an hour on it before slipping into Eddie’s room.

The good thing about sharing a room is it helps curb the nightmares for a time.

Eventually, though, they come back with a vengeance.

Steve’s laying in bed, like he does every night, when he rolls over to face Eddie. “Eddie?” He asks. Eddie’s always last to sleep, so Steve’s not hesitant about asking, except Eddie doesn’t answer.

“Eddie?” He asks again, jostling Eddie’s shoulder a bit.

Suddenly he shoots up in the air, and Steve bites back a yell.

Suddenly there’s a voice that sounds like it’s coming from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating off the corners of the room, echoing louder and louder. You took everything from me. Eddie’s arms snap, and Steve yells, scrambles up, music, except what’s his favorite song—that puppet one, metal, come on brain, think—but there’s nothing here but country, bluegrass, stuff Wayne likes, and Steve turns to watch the blood drain from Eddie’s face as another gristly crunch echoes, louder than anything so far. So I’ll take everything from you!

Something reaches out for him, grabs his shoulder, and he yells, twists around, pushes away, hard enough he falls on the ground. He opens his eyes to see Eddie on his bed, Steve sitting just off it, eyes wide and hand reaching to help, stalled halfway. Illuminated by the lamp, too, which wasn’t on half a second ago.

Steve blinks at him, looks at the room. No floating Eddie in the middle of it.

“Dream?” He asks. Eddie nods. He stifles the sob and practically launches himself onto the bed, into Eddie’s arms, lets himself shake apart because he can.

Eventually he feels reverberating in Eddie’s chest that he knows means words, means speaking, so he looks up at Eddie, who’s looking at the door.

He turns to look, too, and sees Wayne. “S-sorry,” he tries, still sniffling.

Wayne shakes his head at him, walks into the room, sits on the edge of the bed. Offers his arms out in a hug.

Steve thought he was done crying. Trust Wayne to prove him wrong, because he’s tearing up all over again as he leans into Wayne.

His new position means he can see Eddie, who points at him, makes a talking motion with his hand, then points at himself and Wayne. Steve frowns. “You… want me to tell you?”

Eddie points at Steve again, insistently, and Steve understands: your choice.

“I can,” he agrees. “We were in bed and I was tryin’a talk to you, but you didn’t answer, and I kept trying to get your attention, but suddenly you- you were up in the air, and your arms and legs broke, and a voice—it was Vecna, I didn’t recognize it in the dream—said I’d taken everything from him so he was gonna take everything from me. And I was trying to find music, but I couldn’t remember the name of your favorite song, and the only stuff in here was Wayne’s stuff, country and bluegrass and stuff like that, and…” he sighs out a broken sob. “I couldn’t save you.”

Eddie reaches for his hand, but suddenly that’s not enough, he needs to be able to feel his heartbeat, have his breathing move Steve’s hand, so he tips over into Eddie again, gets his hand on his chest and his face in the side of his neck.

Eddie says something, but before Steve can move Wayne’s got a comforting hand on his back. He removes it after a minute, and Steve can feel the shift in the bed of him getting up, but before he can mourn the loss, Eddie’s got his arms wrapped around Steve as he carefully lowers them back down. He rubs a hand up and down Steve’s spine, slips the other into Steve’s hair.

Steve falls asleep like that.

He wakes up in almost the same position. He tries to apologize, but Eddie waves him off, hands him some clothes and points to the bathroom before pointing to himself and miming cooking.

Steve’s heart clenches at the thought. “Okay,” he whispers.

Robin comes over later, and they sit on the front steps as he recounts what had happened. “He’s just so sweet,” he sighs. “And I’m an idiot who’s letting my heart get involved.”

Robin wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his temple. It doesn’t help as much as he’d hoped it would, but he appreciates the gesture anyways.

Later she leaves, and Eddie pulls out his dedicated Steve Notebook.

I’ve got a friend in Indy who knows sign language. I could give her a call, if you want? He writes, and again Steve’s all but overcome with love for this man.

Instead of anything he wants to do, he just nods. Eddie grins and hops up to use the phone.

He’s back in a couple of minutes, collapses onto the couch with the notebook before furiously scribbling and handing it to Steve.

I spoke to my friend. She says sorry and it sucks, first of all. Steve snorts and nods. She’s willing to talk to you, get you started, maybe even get you some books. Does tomorrow work?

Steve gapes up at Eddie. “Tomorrow?”

Eddie nods and grins, then points at Steve in a gesture Steve knows has come to mean you decide.

“That would be great,” he says. “Seriously, I- thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie waves him off, but Steve can see the happy little blush on his cheeks.

They head out the next day. It’s probably twenty minutes into the drive, and even with Eddie sitting next to him in the driver’s seat, it feels lonely. He never realized how much he’d miss the sound of tires on asphalt. He wasn’t ever truly into music, like Eddie is, but he misses the radio. He misses the wind rushing past, the silence that’s possible to share when both people can hear-

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Eddie’s pulled over, a hand on his cheek and a concerned expression on his face. “Sorry,” he tries. Eddie shakes his head, presses his palm more firmly to Steve’s cheek. “Fuck,” he mutters. “‘S stupid. Just… felt alone. I dunno. There’s, like, a million little things you hear every day that you don’t think about, like the way your hands tap the steering wheel when you turn, or the way your clothes shift and rub against each other, and it’s all silent now, and there’s not even music, and-” he takes a deep, shaky breath. Lets it out as evenly as he can. “I just… felt really alone all of a sudden.”

Eddie brushes his thumb along Steve’s cheekbone as he thinks. Suddenly, he grins and moves his hand, shoving a tape into the deck and cranking the sound. He demonstratively puts his hand on the door. Steve laughs and does the same, gasping when he feels the vibrations of the song move through him. He can’t tell notes, but it’s something, and then Eddie carefully reaches for his hand, keeps his grip relaxed until Steve smiles at him and tightens his own fingers around Eddie’s. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Eddie smiles, nods, and gets back on the road.

They arrive at his friend’s apartment in no time, and Steve would be jealous at the length of the hug if Eddie didn’t immediately step back to grab Steve’s hand again. Based on his hand motions, he’s introducing Steve.

She asks Eddie something, and he turns bright red, pulling a strand of hair across his face as he glances at Steve before looking back at her and answering.

She invites them in, scribbles on a little chalkboard, and hands it to Steve with a smile. Hi, Steve! My name is Nicole. It’s nice to meet you.

He grins up at her. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

She takes the chalkboard back, scribbles something else. Eddie tells me you recently lost your hearing. Do you mind me asking about that?

“Not at all,” Steve says, then frowns, somehow just now realizing he doesn’t know the full extent of what happened. “Honestly, all I know is I stood up and got really dizzy, and then I was waking up in the hospital.” He shrugs. “I’ve had a couple of pretty bad concussions, and I guess whatever made me pass out also just… took my hearing.” He shrugs.

Eddie shakes his head, grabs for the chalkboard. Almost. He bites his lip. You passed out, and I wasn’t fast enough. You hit your head on the floor. He looks away, takes a deep breath. I’m sorry.

“That is not your fault, Eds,” Steve tells him firmly. Eddie won’t look him in the eyes, so Steve grabs his chin. “Hey, look at me. Not your fault. I don’t blame you. Okay?”

Eddie shrugs, pointing to himself with a self-deprecating smile, and Steve knows what he’s trying to say. I do.

“Well I don’t,” Steve says. “But if- if you need to hear it. I forgive you, okay?”

Eddie nods, eyes big and wet, and Steve pulls him into a hug.

Eddie suddenly laughs, pulling away to wipe his eyes before saying something to Nicole.

Right. They’re not alone. “Sorry,” he tells her, but she waves him off, handing over the chalkboard again. I think we’ll start on the alphabet today. That way you can at least finger spell what you need, even if it’s slow.

“Sounds good,” he says, and she nods, talking the chalkboard to write the alphabet.

Slowly but surely, she teaches Steve and Eddie the alphabet. They get a little tripped up on some of the letters, most noticeably p and q, until Nicole takes pity on them and makes a p. She uses her other hand to draw a line down both her extended fingers, then tracing her own legs. She taps her thumb, peeking out between the two, and with a mischievous grin, points between Steve and Eddie’s legs.

They share a look and burst out laughing, but they don’t forget those letters again.

By the end of the day, they’ve gotten through the alphabet with enough regularity that Nicole feels they can practice on each other.

Steve pauses before they leave. T-h-a-n-k, then a pause, then y-o-u.

Nicole smiles, presses her fingertips to her lips, then brings her hand down to chest height, palm up. She does the motion again, and Steve copies her, grinning when she nods excitedly.

“Thank you,” he signs and says, grinning even wider when she pulls him into a quick hug before waving at him and Eddie.

They wave back and pile into the van, Steve’s hand in Eddie’s before Steve can practically blink. He smiles, unbearably fond, and squeezes to get his attention before signing, “Thank you.”

Eddie just smiles back, throws the van into reverse, and starts home. 

They practice more while they make dinner, throwing words like spatula and stir and chop around, and Steve didn’t realize learning could be this fun.

He’s watching Eddie stir the broth, hips moving in a little dance to a song only Eddie knows, and his heart is so full, he has to say something before his heart bursts. “I’m gonna say something that’s gonna sound incredibly sappy,” he says. “But just… please just listen until the end? And try not to tease me too much.”

Eddie just smiles, grabs his hand and squeezes, and Steve takes a breath before starting.

“I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad you were there that day, I’m glad you were there when I woke up at the hospital, I’m glad you were there when I realized going home meant being completely alone. I’m glad you made a complete fool of yourself in the hospital lobby, doing charades to let me know I could stay here.” He takes a breath. “I’m glad you have Nicole, because it lets me talk with you easier. I’m glad you never once let me feel like I’m alone, or like I’m going through this alone. I’m glad you’re learning with me. I’m glad you’re making this fun. I didn’t know learning could be fun, but it is with you, and I-” he takes a breath, swallows the three words that want to come out. “I’m glad it’s you,” Steve whispers, “here, at the end of all things.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Eddie’s hands are cradling his cheeks, wiping away tears. Eddie’s just as teary-eyed, though, and he pulls away, looking for the notebook. Please don’t punch me.

Steve looks up, brows furrowed, to watch Eddie spell something. I l-o-v-

That’s as far as he gets before Steve gasps, understanding, or hoping he understands, and pulls Eddie into a kiss.

He pulls back almost immediately to check that’s correct, that that is what Eddie was trying to say, when Eddie pulls him back in, dinner be damned, crowding him in against the counter and doing his best to lick into Steve’s mouth.

Steve lets him, pulling away for a sharp inhale before diving right back in, fingers tight in Eddie’s hair and the back of his shirt, and there’s a sudden vibration that he just knows means Eddie moans, and suddenly he’s dizzy again, but this time he welcomes it, because this time he’s not passing out; this time, he’s dizzy because he’s drunk on love.

[fuctacles]

No escape

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@genderthings Stobin at Work: Radio Hosts 413 | T | platonic Hellcheer and Stobin, pre Steddie and Buckingham | smoking weed, pining, wanted to give Steve another song to play but apparently metal wasn't a popular thing to air in the 80s huh, stobin is larry from gumball btw

Chrissy has dismissed every single tape from his glove box, determined to fiddle with the radio instead. Eddie doesn't mind because he gets to hog the joint for the time being, sprawled on the front seat.

"Told you you won't catch a station here," he says, puffing out a plume of smoke. "It's probably the trees."

They are parked as far as the van could go, opting for a lazy afternoon out. They have weed, snacks, swimsuits if the mood hits to take the short trip to lover's lake, and Eddie's guitar if the boys take their open invitation and want to jam.

"There's the local radio though, we should at least catch that," she protests, moving through static, stopping when she hears a song and then moving on again when she can't make it sound clear. 

"Hawkins has a radio?" Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

Chrissy throws him a look like he's stupid.

"What?! They probably play the most basic shit anyway," he waves his hand dismissively. "And small stations have even weaker signal, don't they?"

"Maybe." Chrissy shrugs, but focuses on her task again when a clearer sound comes from the speakers again. She adjusts the dials until Kate Bush can be heard in all her glory. She motions for the joint since her task is now done and Eddie passes it to her with an approving nod. At least it's not Duran Duran.

They sit and smoke until the end of the song and then look expectantly at the radio, awaiting the next track. 

"And that was "Running up that Hill" by Kate Bush for our dear friend Max. Hope you're having a great day!" the voice of the host comes on instead and Eddie inhales the smoke too abruptly. He starts to cough violently, his eyes watering. Chrissy grabs the joint away and pats him on the back.

"You're listening to Robin and Steve's lunch hour, where we air whatever we want!"

"Because it's our show!"

"And not yours!"

"What the fuck," Eddie wheezes out as they both stare at the radio in horror, the truth dawning on them. Their crushes are following them even through the radio waves.

"This song was super hard to get my hands on, so you better appreciate it. This is "Master of Puppets" by Metallica, for a good friend of mine," Steve announces.

As the song starts playing, Chrissy hands him the joint, but he raises his hand. 

"Keep it, I'm gonna light another."

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[419jhat]

Russian Steve AU

Another plot bunny I've been unable to get out of my head...

What if Steve's parents were Russian spies and connected to the mall? What if Steve had powers? What if these were combined into two and turned into a Steddie thing?

I love the idea of Steve being like El but the Russian version, where his parents are spies and he's an experiment they willingly handed over to the government but still got to raise. They all go to the US to build the mall and Steve's trying desperately to be a normal American boy but Eddie Munson, King of Abnormality (which drives Steve absolutely crazy because who would want to stand out??) gets in the way and completely wrecks his whole situation.

TW: Dead Bodies

Steven Anthony Harrington died in 1979, sometime around midnight on the third of January. He had two parents, also lying dead in the master bedroom, a dog collapsed on the kitchen floor, and that was it. They were a reclusive bunch with an unlucky family tree filled with people that tended to die early anyway. So maybe it was fate. As the New Steve looked down at the still face of the boy he was going to replace, he thought that it's probably just the circle of life. People die, people live, and the world keeps spinning. It doesn’t have to mean much beyond that.

Old Steve felt cold. It wasn't the first time New Steve had touched or felt a dead person, but for some reason this one is different. This time, it’s his fault. He felt the body go cold and numb as it happened. He watched the emotions seep out of the body as the boy's dream ended without him waking up. His father made him watch, so he understood the sacrifice taken so he could do his job.

The weight of it makes it hard to breathe.

It was a bloodless death, caused by carbon monoxide poisoning. Painless and simple. While the house airs out, Old Steve, his dog, and his parents are quickly disposed of. There is no evidence left behind. On January fourth, sometime in the evening, the new Harrington family sat on a couch they didn’t buy, in a living room they didn’t choose, and drank a cup of hot tea, considering the moment of peace before the start of their journey.

They move without a word to the neighbors, who the Old Harringtons were never friends with anyway. Nobody knows, or cares where they are. There’s a money trail if someone bothers to look, but it doesn’t expose anything more than a house hunting vacation. Then, just before the start of the school year, they use Richard’s savings to buy a home in a sleepy little town called Hawkins, Indiana. And their new lives begin.

New Steve thought that the new home was too big. Every little noise echoed and bounced across the walls, making him jump and look around as if he’d find people hiding in them, watching their every move. When they’d arrived, he and his parents laid down on the soft, carpeted floor and stared at the pure white ceiling in silence, taking in the new world around them. They hadn’t said anything, but they didn’t need to. He knew things would be different from then on.

He spent that first week with his parents. Every morning like clockwork, they sat before the TV and repeated everything said out loud, practicing their accents and furthering their understanding of the strange phrases Americans liked to use, like, “take a rain check,” and “lipstick on a pig.” New Steve found he hated movies, where he couldn’t see people’s feelings like he could in person. They reminded him of Old Steve’s frozen body, huddled up in blankets as if he was just sleeping. Like soulless meat puppets waiting to be buried and never found again.

In the evenings, he and his mother worked through a cookbook she’d been gifted, perfecting American dishes like casseroles and meatloaf. On the second day, he helped her deliver a pie to their neighbor, and she introduced him as her shy little boy who never had much to say. It wasn’t true. He still had a hard time with the ‘th’ sound that so many English words used, so they’d decided that until he got it right, that’s who he’d be.

With his dad, during the day when nobody would question it, they cut open the wall in his office and installed a gun safe. Apparently, it was legal for normal people in America to own guns. Steve was too young to have an opinion on that, but his dad muttered in English about how it was the kind of irresponsible nonsense that made his job easier. So, maybe it was a good thing. Either way, they covered the safe with a wall once again, so they were truly out of sight.

When his parents weren’t home, New Steve quietly snuck out to dip his toes in the pool. He’d never seen a pool before. He didn’t even know how to swim. In the spot close to the deep end, where neighbors wouldn’t see him unless they stuck their heads over the fence to pry, New Steve would find the perfect stick- thin and light with no leaves, and drag it across the surface of the water, watching the ripples as they rolled across the heated surface. And that was how he found peace with his new house.

It took him a while to settle into the role of Steve, and even longer for him to climb the mantle of King Steve. But that was his job, so it’s what he did. King Steve was good at sports. Captain of the swim team, co-captain of the basketball team. Handsome, fond of parties, rich with mysterious parents who traveled often. Charming, just enough for people to wonder how he stayed out of trouble despite everything he got up to.

But secretly, Steve, just Steve, also known in his heart as Stepan, was terrified. He never let it show on his face, even more terrified that his parents would lose faith in his skills and dump him somewhere while they returned to Russia as heroes without him. He spent most of his time fueled with fear, balancing the careful images he’d built for himself as the perfect All-American Boy that his parents were relying on. Unfortunately for Steve, he hadn’t anticipated what would happen to his precious double image when he fell in love.

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Steddie + The Party going to Showbiz Pizza Place in Indiana :DDDD

Steve gets really interested in the animatronics and spends the entire time they're there just investigating and watching the shows. He really wants to see the insides of the characters to know how they work. And he's fascinated by the clicking sounds they make (from the air pressure valves). And also the fact that there's three stages. His favorite is Rolfe and Earl. The entire show is flashy and he's drawn to it the entire time.

(Is this me just trying to come up with a fic idea that combines two of my biggest special interests of all time??? No, totally not........but also look up the three stage Showbiz animatronic Rockafire band. And look at how cool the fucking setup was.)

Also, like, be aware if you do look up the robots that some photos may be distressing because some of these robots are in extreme disrepair. I'm talking like their faces are melting off or the endoskeleton is exposed. Also also, the faces melted off because they were made of latex and if they weren't kept with the utmost care, they would eventually start to just fall right off the characters—look into the Jim Henson Workshop's Hoggle Puppet/Animatronic; his face and such melted when he was lost in airport luggage, he rotted! It's so fucking sad, but also so fucking interesting!

Okay, anyway. I'll stop rambling now. I just love animatronics—specifically Rockafire and the Jim Henson Workshop's robots :DD

[pentapoctopus]

A Steddie prompt I've never seen done:

Corroded Coffin is not that good. They have an audience of 6 drunks because they deserve an audience of 6 drunks. Eddie spends more time learning Master of Puppets than writing his own solos. He's good but not great. There's polite applause between songs but the stage presence as a whole isn't really there.

Steve is obsessed with them anyway.