#steddie snippet

[munsonkitten]

when eddie’s comfortable at home with steve, he doesn’t bind his chest. he knows it doesn’t make steve see him any differently, and he has to admit: he has great fucking tits, whether he likes them on himself or not. he can understand why steve appreciates them for what they are.

so he makes a little game of it. he wears tight white tank tops and tshirts, things he’d never wear outside the house. he leans over steve every chance he gets, every time steve’s sitting down and eddie can ensure his chest is at face height. he washes the dishes in them, lets water splash and make the thin fabric even more see through, acts all innocent went steve comes in to help and sees his nipples through the wet tank.

and steve takes the bait. comes up behind eddie, presses against his back and takes eddie’s tits in his hands to squeeze. he licks his nipples through the fabric, getting them even more wet and visible. he slides his hands up under the shirt to pinch and press and squeeze, drawing the prettiest little sounds out of eddie’s mouth.

[fuctacles]

transfem Steve, age gap

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Stevie ver. | Ao3

The windows of Wayne's flat face the playground below. An infuriating thing, considering the ruckus they would do after school hours. Eddie's forever thankful for the invention of headphones.

He still thinks playgrounds should be somewhere they don't disturb the peace. Somewhere weird people can't sit on their balconies watching down on their neighbours and their kids like vultures.

Like Eddie is right now.

Usually he doesn't care, but today there's a very special spectacle happening.

Stephanie Harrington is outside, standing on the patch of grass next to the fence keeping her safe from feral children.

And she's not alone.

No, there's an orange, furry blob standing out like a sore thumb in the greenery. And so does its neon green harness.

Steph set out on the impossible task of walking one of her cats. And not just any cat.

"Garf, come on!"

She would probably have more luck with Dart, but Eddie knows Garfield is her favorite.

"Two steps, for mommy?"

She tugs gently on the leash, but all it does is make the cat topple on his side like a rag doll.

Eddie knows she has given up on the battle from the drop of her shoulders. She drops down to sit next to her cat on the trimmed grass, and gives him an annoyed scratch.

"You'll wish you went along with it when I cut down on your food. Fatass."

She closes her eyes and turns her face towards the sun to get at least something out of the unsuccessful outing.

Eddie's about to leave his balcony porch, feeling weird just watching his neighbour enjoy the sun, when her eyes open and she blinks rapidly to adjust them back to the brightness.

Her gaze lands on him like she knew she was being watched, but he reasons with himself that she just knows where Wayne's flat is.

She, of course, spots him and smiles, giving him a small wave. He waves back but doesn't want to push his luck, so he gives her a salute and retreats inside.

He closes the balcony door with a dreamy sigh and a clutch of his chest.

She's so cute when she's doing something dumb.

[kittythelitter]

Hold Me Like You'll Never Let Me Go

Steddie snippet, angst, CW: self-loathing, CW: negative self talk. Steve POV, post season 4 - everyone lives.

Inspired by John Denver's "Leaving on a Jet Plane" but as performed by one of my favorite camp counselors every year on the last day of camp when I was in elementary and middle school.

Steve would like to think, had he not gotten that voicemail from his mother, that he would've been brave and finally told Eddie how he felt. He had been working up to it, and then. 

Steve had known for a while that he was the kind of definition of the kind of loser with no future who peaked in highschool, but that hadn't mattered so much when he was trying to make sure his kids survived to graduate highschool. His SAT scores didn't matter when it came to dealing with the end of the world. 

But then the world didn't end. Hawkins was in shambles, and his kids were going to survive wherever they each went to highschool, because the upsidedown was gone. But they wouldn't be attending Hawkins High, because it was just a pile of rubble, and all their families were moving far far away. 

What was his purpose, exactly, with his kids scattered and the world saved? 

He could trail after Nancy and Robin to Boston, like the loser he was, clinging to their coattails and dragging them down. He could follow the Hoppers'-Beyers to upstate New York. Follow the Henderson's to wherever Claudia found work. 

His plan, at least until the voicemail, was to stay in the government accomodations in Indianapolis with the Munsons. He and Eddie could, hopefully together, build a life post-apocalypse, find work, maybe move into an apartment together in the same building as Wayne. Maybe they could save up and move out to Boston to be near the girls, or New York or wherever the rest of the kids ended up. But they could build a life together. 

And then. 

---

When Steve's mom offered him a well paying job, a career, doing work he could probably be proud of while going to some fancy night school with the only catch being living with and looking after her aging parents in London, it was an opportunity he couldn't justify turning down. He wouldn't be a loser trailing after his smarter, more successful, wonderful friends. He'd build his own life and then could be someone Henderson and Robin wouldn't be embarrassed to introduce to their cool friends at college. 

His first instinct was to bring Eddie with him, but he knew that Eddie couldn't bear to be an ocean away from Wayne. He also got the impression that the music scene over there was more Jonathan's speed than Eddie's. Plus when he went over there to tell Eddie, Eddie was raving about some band that he'd auditioned for, so he just. Didn't mention his own stuff. And he just. Kept not bringing it up. Which brought him to the morning he was leaving. 

He didn't have much stuff after the sinkhole ate Loch Nora, but what he did have was all packed up and ready to go to London. 

 They tended to hang out at Eddie and Wayne's apartment anyway so it's not like the Munsons would've noticed him packing. 

---

All packed up. All ready to leave. He just. Hadn't told anyone yet. No one but him and the Munsons were still in Indiana, but they kept in close contact anyway. And he hadn't told them.  He stood outside the Munsons' door turning over and over in his head what he was going to say before he had to call the cab to get to the airport. 

It was 10am, so Wayne would be awake but Eddie might not be. How shitty would it be to wake him up just to tell him he was leaving. 

Steve let himself, for just a minute, imagine Eddie kissing him goodbye and promising to see him soon. Imagining Eddie wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around him and holding him here in the States. In Indiana. In Eddie's apartment forever. Like Eddie's arms could keep him from making what might be a huge mistake. Like Eddie could hold on tight enough to come with him. 

But Eddie was building a life here in Indianapolis, and Steve wasn't. Steve had to go. Had to become someone better. Someone who could maybe someday be worthy of the person he could see Eddie becoming. 

Maybe he should just go. Write a letter or call once he was far enough away that Eddie's big beautiful Bambi eyes couldn't change his mind. 

The opportunity to run away was taken, however, when the door swung open. 

"Stevie?" Eddie grinned at him. "I didn't know you were coming by this morning! I'm actually on my way to rehearsal with Last in Initiative! But! I can grab coffee with you on the way if you'd want to?" 

"Oh I don't want to keep you from rolling to initiate or whatever it is you guys do, but I wanted to let you know that I'm going to London to see my grandparents. I wanted to say goodbye before I left." 

Steve knew he was making it sound temporary, but looking into Eddie's beautiful eyes he couldn't bring himself to tell him that he was really leaving. God he was just like his dad. Popping off to Europe without having a return flight planned and not telling Eddie how long he'd be gone. 

Something flitted across Eddie's face too quickly for Steve to parse. 

"Well. Far be it from me to deprive the elderly of your presence, but don't forget me while you're gone, I don't want to be deprived either." Eddie darted in for a hug. Steve begged whatever forces were still out there to let it last forever. But it didn't. Eddie saw his watch, swore and bolted, leaving Steve to consider the Munsons' door once again. Trying to work up the nerve to talk to Wayne. And give him the truth at the very least.

[libraryofgage]

CW: there is some Major Character Death here, but it's time loop, so they don't really die

Anyway! Here's a little sneak peek at one of the extras for my Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins AU

This part specifically is from the Upside Down's POV about all the previous loops ^_^

The following are just a few of the loops written about in this extra! There's a lot more than Steve and Eddie predicted in the fic lol

It decided to just pick someone. It stretched the web as far as it could, weaving itself into the other dimension so time in that place could be flexible enough for the Upside Down to peek through. People and places and times rushed over it, billions of lives and billions of experiences.  Many were bad, more were good, and even more just were; they were just simple moments of mundanity that the Upside Down treasured for their unfamiliarity. People didn’t seem to like those moments, though. It watched as they expressed disdain for something boring, dreamt of something exciting. The Upside Down decided to choose someone with a life that overflowed with those simple moments. It wanted someone who yearned for a new experience. It needed someone good (a person who felt a fundamental urge to do good things), someone who could be dropped in the middle of chaos incarnate, look around, and decide to fix it. The Upside Down chose Steve Harrington. --------- The Upside Down decided to give Steve a guide for the third try. It dropped Steve in the woods, right after the tunnel digging had started, and sent a healthy demogorgon to help him.  He didn’t immediately run away, but Steve took off when the demogorgon opened its petals to greet him. He didn’t pay attention to unfamiliar woods, tripped down a slope, and bashed his head against a sharp rock. That was, perhaps, a more embarrassing death. Even the Upside Down felt embarrassed watching it happen.  It generously repaired the web, deciding to not count this attempt. --------- The Upside Down pulled Steve to Hawkins before sending him back in time. It gently guided him to the town through his parents, making them dream of a small town and idyllic nature walks and fresh air. It watched as he followed his parents into a new home, eagerly connected its web to the door so he would travel to a week before Vecna made his move, and held its breath. Steve didn’t die this time, but he only lasted three days. He was confused by the door at first, of course. That was expected. He was easily excited once he realized he’d time traveled, and he reacted as the Upside Down had expected: Steve accepted the fact and decided to explore. He didn’t get involved with Nancy or the kids, though. In fact, he never saw them. He ran into another boy first, someone named Eddie, according to Nancy’s memories. The Upside Down didn’t see a problem at first; if Steve was around Eddie, then he’d be there when that first girl died, and his goodness would take over. Steve was there when the girl died. He saw her float to the ceiling, saw her arms and legs break, heard Eddie’s panicked worries about being blamed for everything. And his goodness did take over. It just took over in the wrong direction. He took Eddie (and Wayne, a man that was part of Eddie’s family web) and brought him home, walked him right through time so he wouldn’t get caught for a murder he couldn’t disprove. The Upside Down had been stumped by that one. It didn’t know how things could go wrong quite like that. Shouldn’t Steve have wanted to fix the root of the issue? Why had he just removed himself and two people from the situation?

The Upside Down spared Steve and Eddie one more glance, and then it repaired the web. ------ A few failed attempts later, Steve met Robin for the first time. It was in the past, before he met Eddie, at the video store. They seemed to recognize something in each other and immediately hit it off, trading jokes and friendly barbs that evolved into getting pizza together later. In that attempt, Steve didn’t get the chance to meet Eddie before taking Robin to the future the moment Vecna started killing people.  It was so unexpected that the Upside Down didn’t repair the web right away. It watched Steve and Robin live their lives, laugh and cry and struggle together, and eventually end up in the same senior center. They never changed; they only grew closer and leaned on each other when that feeling of something missing rose up their throats and made their eyes sting. The Upside Down couldn’t watch them die, though, and so it finally repaired the web to try again.

[steddie-island]

intro to wayne for wip weekend pls 🥰🥰

🥰

“Does Dustin have an older brother?” Wayne asked. Eddie really needed to figure out the secret to Wayne looking threatening even when he was drinking out of a fucking Garfield mug.  “I’ve told you, he’s an only child.” Eddie looked at the clock on the stove. “And you’re making me late, old man.” “You’re not dating Dustin, and he doesn’t have an older brother.” Wayne was clearly ignoring his comment about being late. “You can tell me you’re going to your boyfriend’s, son. You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions.” Eddie shifted uncomfortably. “I… am going to my boyfriend’s,” he said. “Which is… also… still… Dustin’s?” Wayne watched him for a few more long seconds before something seemed to click. “Eddie…” 

[madaboutmunson]

WIP Wednesday

Here is a treat as I haven’t posted something in forever.

[captions welcome]

I went for:

“Eddie doesn’t like the show and he’s gonna make it a problem!”

Other things:

I’m working on a lot of different events and projects right now. I’m still writing a fic that turned into a bit of a beast, but once it’s finished I’ll be posting chapters on a more regular basis for it.

So here is a snippet from that mini beast

ITICHBS (it’s a secret 🤫 😂)

rockstarSteve x photographerEddie

Eddie goes to type back, but he feels the car slow to a stop. A crunch of gravel and muffled voices. Moments later, his door is opened.

"Mr Munson?" The woman asks as Eddie steps out and nods. The car is swarmed by athletic people sporting black security uniforms.

The woman in front of him makes eye contact with her team members and then looks back at him, "Your agent said you were staying?"

"I-I am. Just not here." Eddie says nervously. He was supposed to be, that's what Marney had advised, but Eddie had dug his heels in and got an airport hotel instead, at his own expense, "I'm so bad at waking up for flights, so," he scratches the back of his neck, "the closer, the better."

She folds her arms and levels him with a look before scanning him up and down. "You don't want to spend the night? Stay in Steve Harrington's house?" She almost laughs out the last question.

Eddie figures it's something ingrained in him that is making him nervous with all these official-looking uniforms around him, "Not if I wanna keep this job," he says with a forced laugh, looks down and rubs his stomach, "I should really learn that fast food doesn't always agree with me." He raises his eyes to her to see if his performance has landed, and though he's not sure she believes the story, she seems happy enough to accept it for some reason. She extends her hand to him.

"Buckley. Head of security here for Mr H. This is my team. Get to know their faces and names if you care to. If it's not one of us telling you, it's not mandatory." She says and waves him through the huge ornate gates that slowly open as she signals to the house.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow at that. Mandatory? If it's not one of us? What did that even mean? She didn't look like your typical bodyguard or security guard that Eddie had seen over the years, but knowing he'd be meeting her at the gates, he'd done his research.

Robin Buckley. She'd only ever worked with Harrington, no one before, no one in-between. She wasn't a waif by any stretch of the imagination, but she was not your typical heavy-set build either. However, the footage Eddie had unearthed last night definitely sent the message home that she is not to be fucked with. She easily kept the crazies at bay, and Harrington's humanising posts about how safe he felt with her around, made her a fan favourite. Even though she was often the only thing standing between him and his adoring followers.

He'd seen three times caught on film she'd intercepted a weapon or projectile aimed at Harrington. One effortlessly caught out of the air, cool as anything. Then there was a guy with a gun who had been leg swept to the floor, had his wrist snapped, and was disarmed in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it display of prowess. You could see on the video Harrington hadn't seen any of it. Busy leaning back into the crowd for a selfie at the barrier with a fan's phone. Her team carried that guy away, and she just fell back into step beside him. The third was definitely the most terrifying. Mainly due to the fact, there were so many different views of the same event because it happened whilst Harrington had been singing one of his most famous songs. It looks like a fan rushes the stage, not uncommon, but as Harrington shuts his eyes to croon to the crowd under the spotlight, something catches the light in the fan's hand, and if this had been a movie, you'd swear this would be the singer's last scene. But it wasn't. From out of nowhere, Buckley's big black boot steps into the light and puts the assailant in a choke hold from behind. They were out for the count in seconds and pulled back with her into the darkness.

Hope you liked it 🥰

[skepsiss]

WIP Wednesday: you remember that?

I was so freaking confused for a moment xDDD I was like "Do I remember what...?? That I posted it??? Yeah... like 15 minutes ago....????" I understand now..... This is a fic for @/thefreakandthehair Winter Fanwork Challenge! My prompt was "You remember that?" I've decided (foolishly) to do a 4 part series that all link to each other! It'll be the same story (more or less) from each Fruity Four's POV! (Steve, Robin, Eddie, and Nancy) all being home for the holidays.

“Oh! On the contrary!” Eddie hollered back and Steve drowned out the rest of whatever he was saying in favour of greeting Nancy. “Glad to see you guys made it in one piece,” Nancy half-laughed as she closed the front door snugly behind them. Robin had already peeled off her outerwear and was carefully shaking her hair out to get rid of her hat-hair. Steve wasn’t far behind her as he watched Robin and Nancy embrace.  “It’s good to see you, Nance,” Steve said quietly, giving her a hug as well before walking into the living room with the group. “---and that, pray tell, is the absolute fucking reason why Dante is an asshole.” Eddie was still jabbering as he pushed a cookie into his mouth. He loved him, but Eddie really was a motor-mouth.

[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.”

Read the rest on AO3

[messessentialist]

tagged by my beloveds @wormdebut and @wynnyfryd!! late to the party, but here we all are. 

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Wayne’s brow smooths out where Steve hadn’t noticed it was pinched. “It’s not really mine, either. Ed’s an adult. Guess you’d better ask him.”

I’m not tagging that many people bc im lazy BUT:

@gorgeousgreymatter-x @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @withmyteeth @jkrockin @ricechex 

[lihhelsing]

BAD OMENS IS 2 DAYS AWAY!

And to celebrate I'll be sharing some snippets with you! First one is brought to you by @tinkerbclla. They chose the word 'comfortable' and that got you a Stobin + Eddie moment ♥️ GIVE ME A WORD AND I'LL GIVE YOU A SPECIAL SNIPPET (or write a new one!)

“It means you can’t have one without the other, dumbass,” she had said to him. Always charming and full of patience. “Means that if you try to get rid of me, you’ll be the one leaving and you do not want to fight me on that.” Message received. And Eddie had actually learned to enjoy Robin’s company. She and Steve were freakishly similar and on the rare occasions Richard summoned his son to HQ, Eddie would enjoy some alone time with Robin more than he was comfortable admitting out loud.  He saw on Steve’s face how happy he was that his best friend and his… Eddie were getting along, and if making Steve happy was that easy, then Eddie was more than up for it. 

[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?)

[kittythelitter]

Snippet from the WIP that I started earlier today when I had a fever and probably COVID.

Steddie AU where Steve is a year younger so senior year is 85-86 with Eddie, Robin, and Nancy. Also. She's trans femme and Robin helped her figure it out while they were on the floor of the mall bathroom.

The end of the world started when Steve was a Sophomore in highschool and still the king. The beginning of her world was a year and a half later, on the floor of a disgusting mall bathroom, her face beat to shit desperately clutching the other half of her soul, hand in hand.

Fun fact, despite the fact that Steven J Harrington was exactly three months older than Robin M Buckley – down the the hour – she, Robin Buckley, that is, was holding her in her arms when at 17 years old, Stephanie Marie Harrington was born. 

This is not the story of Stevie's birth, of blood and puke and spit and fear and a whole lot of Russian drugs. Of confessions and tears and misunderstandings. Of the only person to hear her pour her soul out happening to be one of the only people in Hawkins who could give her the words for what she was feeling. This is instead the story of her life.

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Much to Robin's personal playful disgust. Stevie found herself drawn to preppy sporty styles in general and a had a real taste for high glamour looks when they played with more formal looks. Robin dutifully spent Stevie's money on tennis skirts and cardigans she wouldn't be caught dead wearing under any other circumstances.

[anniebass]

It’s a big bed. A California King, funnily enough a few inches narrower than King, but longer — can't help being a size queen, Steve — and one of the first joint purchases they made, as Eddie insisted his previous bed was haunted, too many bodies, invisible stains, et cetera. Not that Steve much asked for details. Well, wasn’t exactly a joint purchase, Eddie wouldn’t allow him to chip in beyond the bedding, but, eh. Picked together. Comfy. Spacious, big enough to not touch at all; a touching sentiment, because it rarely occurs in their shared bed. There's always some point of contact, a hand, a foot nudging him, a leg swung over his. Innocently.

forgot to post this one, middle aged men engaging in corny pillow talk, from a standalone installment of middle aged man yaoi

[wynnyfryd]

“Oh, my god, I’m sorry, okay?” Steve bends to spit toothpaste in the sink, flinging his wet toothbrush around. “But I just put on your favorite movie and spooned you for an hour and a half, man, so like, read the room.”

Eddie slides up behind him and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. Jesus, Steve’s hot when he’s annoyed. “The room has been read.” He nuzzles his cheek against Steve’s back until he feels the muscles relax; tips up to kiss Steve’s jaw, the splotch of blush beside his ear. “The room has been so thoroughly appreciated. The room is gonna get its dick sucked clean off if it—”

“—Alright, alright,” Steve shoves him off with a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling at the corner. “The room, uh, thanks you for your, like, maid service offer, but it, um…”

“You can stop trying to improv.”

“Oh, thank god.” He slumps into Eddie’s hold. “Too tired for that shit.”

[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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[lady-lostmind]

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Steddie Big Bang

v18

coin 6

lamb 4

Steddie Big Bang snippet under the cut.

He’s not doing well. Obviously. He’s terrified to fall asleep. The nightmares are back in full swing and juicier than ever. Even now, as he stares at some shitty late night TV show, it feels like the puckered skin on his sides is crawling. He scratches at it, tries to get his body to feel something, anything else. 

He takes a deep gulp of his beer. Knows it’s not a good idea. Knows it will probably make him pass out. Knows that means the nightmares will return. But it numbs his brain while he’s awake. And he needs that, too. Because he can’t seem to focus on anything other than snapping bones and the taste of blood. The way he felt colder than he ever had before when most of his blood had slipped from his body. 

He’s been getting little flashes of things he thinks were buried in his subconscious. Before, the last thing he remembered was Dustin holding his head and crying above him. But now he sees a glimpse of Steve, his hand on his cheek, eyes frantic as he tugged Eddie away from Dustin. He sees Nancy handing over scraps of fabric to Steve. Remembers seeing Robin from a skewed angle, tears streaming down her face. Hears her begging him to stay awake. 

He knew all of this already. They had told him about how they got him out of there. But he didn’t remember any of it until now. And it’s playing on a loop in his head. One spot in particular. A hand on his cheek and pretty brown eyes filled with concern.