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I watched Jaws for the first time last night and this was all I could think of the whole time

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https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/162471615

This is my favorite local inat post I have ever found and I thought y’all might like it

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i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive

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continuation scene of this steddie college/taco bell au lmao

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steve is sloshed.

he didn’t exactly plan on getting so wasted that he ended up leaving the party before midnight and escaping without telling anyone goodbye. but that’s what’s happening. it’s just one of those kinda nights, he guesses.

so he’s fucking drunk, the frat party j-name something from stats class invited him too was shitty and robin had a date with chrissy (“it’s literally just a study session, steve” “um no, no one studies on a friday night, she just wants to hang with you alone while her roomate is out”).

without robin there wasn’t anyone to make fun of people with him and make bets on who was going to hook up with who.

so obviously he drank too much, too quickly, because he was bored. and now he’s drunk stumbling back toward his apartment that’s right next to campus when he sees it.

taco fuckin bell

“live más” he whispers under his breath, already salivating at the idea of smashing like, 5 bean and cheese burritos before going home, texting robin to solicit details about her “study sesh” (read: date), and falling asleep with the worst burrito induced heartburn he can imagine. sounds stellar.

steve walks into the establishment and the fluorescents flood his eyes so much he sobers up a decent amount. at least now the menu board isn’t swimming in his vision, he still has to squint though. he’s trying to see how many burritos the $10 in his pocket can get him.

“hi, welcome to taco bell” says the most deadpan voice steve has ever heard. he thinks of the ‘welcome to chili’s’ vine and chuckles to himself because, heh. and he’s still pretty drunk.

he drags his eyes away from the menu and finds the source of the voice.

holy fuckin shit

steve is pretty sure his jaw sorta hangs open a bit.

“hi” he says, ya know, like an idiot. internally steve is barking a little. because who invented this guy.

how does he look good in taco bell fluorescents? he’s wearing a visor, of all things, and he’s making it look sexy. his hair in a high ponytail with strands poking out everywhere like he just threw it up and it fell perfectly without any effort. even steve can’t make a visor look good. this guy makes it work, this guy makes everything work. he’s tall, wearing tight black jeans with so many rips there’s no way they’re actually within the dress code. his stupid black polo uniform thingy is just on the side of too-tight across the guys shoulders but loose at the waist. steve wants to scream.

“what can i getcha?” the guy asks with a smile. he seems dead on his feet, but the soft smile seems genuine and sweet.

steve continues barking in his head, and attempts to order, “uh—can i get. uh six of the rice and bean burritos.”

“sure man, comin right up” says hottiemchottie as he types something into the register.

steve finally finds it in his own drunken mind to read the guys nametag.

‘hello! my name is: eddie’

eddie.

“that’ll be $8.67, cash or card?” he—eddie—says.

“uh…cash!” steve helpfully replies. he gives himself a mental fist bump at his ability to fish the $10 bill from his tight ass jean pocket.

eddie fiddles with the register and goes to grab the change.

“keep the change!!” steve blurts out. he wants to tip the guy. and he doesn’t think change will fit back into his pockets.

“oh, cool,” says eddie with a smile, “‘preciate it”

“anytime!” steve replies, because like, literally. anytime, pleasepleasepleaseplease.

eddie grins again and steps away from the counter to slip towards the back, steve tries not to be a freak and stare at the guys ass, but those jeans are fucking tight. damn, guy has a nice ass and smile? unfair.

eddie returns holding the bag of his burritos, “here you go man, hope it hits the spot,” he says with a wink.

holy shit a fuckin wink

“thanks,” steve is trying to stay calm, “it’s gonna slap. can’t wait for the heartburn of my life.” bruhhhh who even says ‘slap’ anymore. steve is internally crying.

eddie doesn’t seem like he’s repulsed by steve’s lameness, so that’s good. “real. but it’s worth it, drunk burritos can’t be beat.”

“exactly, you get it,” steve smiles, “thanks man, have a good resta your night.” he then promptly turns on his heel and makes to get the fuck out of here before he can embarrass himself further.

“you too,” eddie says as steve exits.

steve is in love. he has burritos and he’s in love. best. night. ever.

“LIVE FUCKIN MÁS BITCHES” he screams into the night as he starts his short walk back to the apartment. paper bag of burritos clenched tightly in his hand, smile plastered on his face. a girl he didn’t notice earlier throws up in the bushes and her friends pat her on the back and give steve a weird look.

he laughs to himself and tries to plan out his week around multiple taco bell visits. he cannot wait to be delusion and talk to robin about his future husband the taco bell employee who’s dead inside 🖤

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Eight-year-old Eddie watches the Hawkins fireworks with his hands over his ears, flinching at every boom--- until he sees a younger boy sitting calm and still, serenely watching the sky as if it isn't actively exploding. As the show reaches the grand finale, Eddie doesn't look up to the sky once. He just shoves his fingers in his ears and watches the way the light dances across the boy's face, the boy who controls his fear in a way Eddie never learned and is starting to worry he never will.

Meanwhile, the Deaf Steve Harrington has a weird feeling in his tummy--- maybe it's because of the rumbling boom of the explosions, or maybe it's because he can tell the boy with the curly hair is staring back at him now.

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Eddie likes playing with Steve's echolalia

Nothing malicious he thinks it's adorable when Steve's distracted enough not to swallow back the near instant parroting of an interesting noise that happened

As they get older and Steve gets more comfortable with himself he starts mimicking more and more this is reinforced by his difficulty hearing by saying what he heard he can make sure he's responding to the right thing

Eddie uses this to his advantage waiting for Steve to be sufficiently distracted that he knows he'll get the response he wants when he asks "marry me?"

"marry me?" Steve continues for a couple heart stopping seconds before his head whips up looking right at Eddie "marry me?" Now he's making sure he heard correctly that Eddie actually meant it

"I thought you'd never ask" he replies pulling out the ring

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My casino has new top-of-the-line technology to stop heists: a montage detector. If those bastards want to break in and steal my money, they’re doing it as part of one, long take

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The Domestication of Steve Harrington

With a proper beginning and some cosmetic changes, Wereshifter AU started posting on Ao3. There's also a collection which you can follow in case of future sequels. Hope to see you there!

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JULY 7: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

CW: Gun violence, murder, brief mentions of bribery and turf war. Shit gets real in Harlan County

WC: 953

Tags: Justified!AU, Modern!AU, Outlaw!Billy Hargrove, Outlaw!Eddie Munson, Deputy US Marshal Steve Harrington, Corroded Coffin & The Party, and one brief mention of Tommy Hagan and Brenner

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Rating: M

Summary: The Munsons and the Hargroves are at it again, and Deputy US Marshal Steve Harrington makes a rash decision. Typical, when it comes to Eddie Munson.

Series: @corrodedcoffinfest 2nd Annual CC Fest: Media Mania

The night is truly dead in rural eastern Kentucky.  Midnight smothers like velvet; no stars to wink behind tall, tall trees.  

Even the frogs know when to keep their chirping silent. 

Billy Hargrove leans against a rusting steel beam, shoe tapping as the headlights he’s been tracking blare brighter.  Washed out yellow streaks across crumbling pavement; the car slows to a precarious crawl as it meets where he stands halfway across Crybaby Bridge.

Billy tosses his cigarette to a similar watery grave he gave his burner over sixty minutes ago.

“Was waitin’ awhile, Brenner,” Billy says evenly as he slides into the backseat.  

The older man hums, shifting the car in drive.  “Maybe you’re just impatient.” 

“Or, maybe you had other places to be.”

“Maybe you’re paranoid.” Billy hates it, the holier-than-thou tone Brenner takes with him.  “Maybe I had a shit time finding this spot because all these goddamn roads look the same in the dark.” 

Crystalline eyes narrow, disguising the rage that simmers beneath.  “Yeah, maybe I am paranoid.”

Only he’s not.  Just that night, he was summoned by his right hand man who had some ironclad recon.  Looked mighty friendly, boss, Tommy had said.  Any reason why he and Munson’d be chummy like that?

The car bounces as it hits the metal partition at the end of the bridge, masking how Billy smoothly draws his gun and fires.  Brenner pitches forward, painting the windshield crimson.

“Or, maybe I know what the fuck I’m talkin about.” Billy drawls flatly.  He makes a call as the vehicle rolls to a lazy stop.  “Come take out the trash.  Reeks of dead rats.” 

“You're making a fuckin’ mistake!  You need to leave it to us, Steve.  You don’t wanna get caught in the middle of this shitstorm!”

A nightmare of a headache is already brewing behind Steve Harrington’s eyes.  “It’s Deputy U.S. Marshal Harrington to you, Eddie.”

For emphasis, Steve shoves the gangly dark-haired outlaw into his office, securing hands and then feet to the chair that’s bolted to the floor.

“Oh, come off that bullshit, Steve,” Eddie spits, “jump off that high horse for two seconds and tell me you didn’t just fuck over my men.”

Steve’s jaw clenches.  Of course he didn’t fuck them over.  “Emerson’s safe, as is Jeff.  Same as Goodman.  C’mon, Ed.  I wouldn’t just leave ‘em.”

The older man writhes against his cuffs.  “I don’t believe you.”

Steve’s patience is quickly dwindling.  “What do you think Robin’s doing, huh? Jon and Nancy are already there. Dustin’s got the place canvased, ready to intercept.” 

Espresso brown eyes darken into severe slits.  “Tell them to stand down.”  

“You’re telling me to stand down?”

“Yes!” Eddie bellows.  “You think you’re a match for Hargrove?  For Hagan, who’s been on another level since y’all bagged Carol and Andy –”

“And you think you are?” Steve spits as he tugs at his collar, the room suddenly a lot smaller.  Eddie’s presence has always done that, filled him until he suffocated.  Acutely aware of how his neck flushes with a shameful heat, he turns to his prisoner and exclaims, “He found your mole, Munson. Brenner is dead.” 

Sorrow flits over Eddie’s features before his mouth settles in a hard line.  “So arrest him.”  Scoffing when Steve doesn’t reply, Eddie bites out, “Should we get into the twisted reasons why Hargrove keeps evading jail time, Steve? Why the noose around that particular neck never seems to tighten? Your Honorable daddy dearest not wanna give up his eternal supply of –”

“What’s this actually about, between you and Hargrove?” Steve cuts in before Eddie speaks of the stains that blacken his conscience.  “Weapons? Weed? Opium?” 

“None of your business,” Eddie’s lips curl in a mocking snarl, “Deputy.” 

“It’s my business.  Billy is gunning for your head.” 

“It’s not just my head – Christ,” metal clangs sharply against metal as Eddie’s hand automatically tries to run a nervous path through his curls.  “He’s gonna get to you all first. He knows you’re coming.” 

“No he doesn’t.”  Steve’s not as sure as he should be, and Eddie’s silence is unnerving. 

“He does. Brenner was good for something. God damn it, Steve, we’re on the same side!”  Chest heaving, Eddie holds his stare.  “Let me go.  Deputize me or some shit –” 

Despite his pounding heart, Steve's mouth pulls up in a grin.  “Deputize?”

Plush lips twist.  “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“Only an idiot would fall for that. It’s not happening.” 

“Aw,” Eddie pouts, “come on, Stevie.”

He’s forgotten himself, only for a moment.  Lost to memories that have no business resurfacing.  Steve’s features harden.  “Don’t call me that.” 

He can feel the heat in Eddie’s glare, the disdain as he glances at the farce of a ring on his left hand. The past gnaws a hole in his gut, especially as Eddie’s tone cracks, “Steve. Tell me you’ve got this.  If any of my men get hurt…”

“They won’t,” Steve braces himself against his desk instead of dropping to his knees at Eddie’s feet.  “We’re prepared.” 

Because the universe hates him wherever Eddie is concerned, Steve’s radio crackles and blares, “10-13, 10-13, all patrols respond!”

“What was that about being prepared?” Eddie hisses, drenched with venom and worry.

The Deputy considers a split-second before he lunges forward and unlocks the cuffs.  “When you go to shoot, just shoot. Don’t talk. Think you can handle that?”

Eddie barks a laugh.  “But if I miss, miss well, right?”

Steve’s hands shake as he helps Eddie to his feet.  “Don’t make me regret this.” 

“Happy to be working together again, Stevie.”  By habit, the pad of Eddie’s thumb traces comforting circles over Steve’s palm, squeezing once before he drops it.  “Let’s go.”

A/N - 10-13 is usually what is said when there's an officer down/imminent danger/immediate backup requested.

next- July 8: ER

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The problem with having a child with an attorney that has spoken to the child like an adult since birth is that she's 4 years old and she's negotiating the order in which we're going to complete tasks as a family to best suit her idea of an ideal day.

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Original post date: October 14 2022

Original caption: Steve has no health insurance

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MIP Monday Fic Snippet Game

@tinytalkingtina tagged me to share something I wrote this weekend (and I'm running with MIP Monday because that's awesome) so here's a bit from the S1 AU I'm working on below the cut.

No pressure tags to @vthx @turinspeachjam @felixir-of-moths @pentapoctopus @dame-zoom-a-latte @fkinkindagauchenkinda and anyone else who'd like to share!

The night’s a bust, which sucks. He was looking forward to free booze, doing his wacky salesman routine, and the kind of calm he can only get from cash in his pocket. At least the drive home is easy and quiet. Tina was right. People don’t want to be out right now.

Bright pops of color go off behind the trees. At first his mind can’t make sense of it. Fireworks in mid-November, with everything going on? But as he continues down the darkened road he sees it’s a lone ranch house, lit up inside with violent flashes. The front door flies open, and a figure comes sprinting up the driveway like a hundred hellhounds are nipping at his heels 

There’s a Beemer parked there. Steve Harrington. And this is the Byers’ house. 

Eddie takes a right so hard the van might actually tip up, but he stops short in the dirt, sternum slamming right into the steering wheel. He jumps out and runs as fast as he can to where Harrington is fumbling with his car door as if he’s never seen keys before. He looks like he took a two by four to the face. Maybe someone tried to fight back.

“What did you do?” Eddie yells. He’s almost there. Steve Harrington is a bully. He’s a snide piece of shit and he broke Jonathan Byers’ camera. Eddie would bet the guitar he hasn’t paid off yet that Barb Holland hated his guts. 

“Munson?” says Steve, eyes agog, clutching the now open door to his car.

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This scene has probably been one of the most requested ones since I started doing these Muppet Princess Bride illustrations, but I held off attempting it for the longest time because I had no idea if I could pull off Miss Piggy's famous karate chop, and the shot of Kermit falling down the hill. But after hunkering down and putting pen to (digital) paper I managed to get something I'm pretty proud of!

Honestly, I'd love to see Muppet Princess Bride become a reality if only because I wanna see them huck Kermit down a hill. Muppets being thrown is peak comedy to me. 

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WIP Weekend Snippet Game

Didn't participate in the official-ish wip weekend shenanigans this time, but @runninriot was lovely and tagged me to share a snippet of what I've written recently, so please enjoy a snippet from my steddie big bang below the cut:

They began a game, but it became quite clear early on that the prince’s mind was elsewhere. “Are you...alright? We don’t have to play if you aren’t in the mood tonight.” Eddie ventured. “I mean, if it displeases you, your majesty,” he added hastily at the end. The prince tilted his head. “You came all this way, we can play.” They lapsed back into uncomfortable silence. After another agonizing minute, Eddie tried again: “I didn’t see you, I mean, they said you didn’t show up to watch the contest.” Eddie saw Prince Stephen’s hand twitch. “No, I didn’t watch from the sidelines.” “Why not? Aren’t you curious who might become your future spouse?" The prince snorted. “Not even a little. They’re all the same. Selfish attention seekers who wish to show off in front of their majesties. Only it doesn’t matter, does it. They’ll settle on their favorite peacock soon enough.” “Oh. Well, there is one peacock that might catch your eye if you’re there for the next task. He wore a rabbit on his clothes." Eddie failed to notice how rigid the prince became at his words as he continued to ramble. "I don’t really know much about heraldry but I don’t think he is from Hawkins? Looked like their majesties took an interest in him, so maybe if you came you’d—” “That’s enough,” Prince Stephen snapped. “I said I wasn’t curious. Besides, I heard all about this wonderful stranger last night while the King and Queen complained the Hare wasn’t present at their all so important feast. I’m sure he’s ruined any chance he might have had to win their favor.”

Tagging a few folks in case they want to share some writing of their own (ignore how late I'm posting we can call this MIP Monday if we need to)

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🏕 :D

From Midsummer Nights:

“That’s why I love it here so much,” Steve said once their carrying on had quieted. “Camp is the only place I ever felt like I was wanted, like I belonged.” Eddie’s fingers twitched where his hand rested on his own knee, like he was thinking about reaching out. Steve didn’t expect him to, he was okay, he didn’t need the comfort, as nice as it would be. 

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👿 for wip weekend please?

Your wish is my command!

Steve’s ears rang. His throat burned. Heat surged behind his eyes. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t tell where his body stopped and Eddie’s began. 

“What is it, baby?”

Eddie must have pulled out. Steve found himself pulled close to his chest, with Eddie whispering low in his ear, fingers stroking gently through his hair.

“I’m not— it’s too much,” Steve choked out.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said immediately. “I went too fast. Should’ve spent longer prepping you, I should’ve—”

“No.” Steve’s voice cracked as he interrupted.

(from upcoming chapter of Fuck Me Like you Love Me on ao3. Updates on Mondays.)