#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.

[nburkhardt]

here to share something I’ll never post because it was just for myself but it’s one of the funniest things I’ve written.

Backstory: omegaverse, teenage parents steddie, steve wasn’t involved with upside down (well he did go to the Byers but noped out when he found out he was pregnant!) and only Eddie’s friends know. (Steve dropped out of Hawkins High, never really met The Party)

Anyway enjoy ~

Lunch rolls around and he’s listening to Grant and Jeff whine about not seeing Eleanor after Gareth bragged about seeing her. He rolls his eyes, “you do know she’s still sick, right? He only got to see her, he couldn’t even hold her”

That causes his two friends to shut up and Gareth laughs, “they can’t help it Ed, she’s just so adorable”

“Who’s adorable?”

He looks up and finds Dustin and Lucas sitting down, “eh just my-“

“His baby….cousin” Gareth

“His…cat” Jeff

“I don’t know who we’re talking about are we even sure it’s a she?” Grant

Eddie rolls his eyes and pointedly stares at Grant, because, what the fuck kind of excuse is that? He looks between the two freshmen and thinks ‘at least it’s not Wheeler Jr.’

So he clears his throat and catches all of their attention, “Gareth’s right, she is my baby….cousin” both Gareth and himself had a ridiculous long pause between the words, “she’s sick right now and only so many people can hold her”

~~

I’m not quite confident enough to post anything more than small snippets of my abo fics (I’m a fucking sucker for these okay?!)

if anyone wants to use this or wants to know more, you can always message me or send me an ask!

[eddiemunsxns]

Steve needs to.

Steve needs to latch his mouth on Eddie’s throat after they’re done, not too firm or feather soft, teeth holding on as he exhales through his nose.

Steve needs to feel Eddie’s pulse shift from rabbit quick to syrupy slow while they lie there skin to skin.

Steve needs to use soothing nips to feel the blood dance against his spit soaked lips.

Steve needs to pull Eddie’s still slick hand to the back of his head, threading those talented fingers into Steve’s hair to fix him in place, holding on while he drums a mindless rhythm into his skull.

Steve needs to trace his tongue against the fiery vein underneath his lips until Eddie melts further into him.

Steve needs Eddie to do that thing where he murmurs out Steve’s name so husky and tender into his ruined hairline like a well known prayer.

Steve needs it so so much it sets his own blood ablaze.

Steve needs Eddie to understand why he needs it so bad.

Steve needs him to know before he opens his mouth to release Eddie’s strong, steady heartbeat with one last fragile press of his lips.

Steve needs it, all of it, to remind him of what he almost didn’t have.

What would have been lost forever, if he didn’t make it in time to save Eddie that day.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

After Vecna, Eddie remembers that time he got high in the junkyard and saw Steve fight off alien looking dogs whose faces opened up. He was lying in his hospital bed when he told him about his bad trip in the junkyard.

"Jesus Christ, you were there?! You saw that? You're lucky you didn't die," Steve scoffed.

"That was real?!" Eddie exclaimed. "So, I did see you fight with that nail bat. Sexy."

"What?"

"I said Pepsi. Can I have a pepsi?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, sure, man," Steve said, looking oddly at him before leaving the room.

"Goddamnit, I fucking hate pepsi."

A/N: Someone, please tell me to stop coming up with Steddie scenarios and get to work on my multichaptered fanfic. I have a problem. 😂

[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

[hitlikehammers]

For the Wednesday wip meme, I'd love to see a bit of 'feelings freeze' ? :")

Ooooo, do you mind more than a MINI snippet, if it's still just a snippet?

“Nancy called him paranoid,” El carries on, mostly thoughtful; clinical. “I thought he was smart. He wanted to keep track of everyone. So, we had to check in.” Her eyes fix on Eddie then, sharp with it. “Morning, afternoon, before bed. With the radios.” And right. Yeah. And you know what, Eddie’d been feeling softer for Wheeler for a second there, largely for the sake of sheer intimidation for her skill with a firearm but you know fucking what? If she wanted to think Steve was paranoid, he hopes she’s been fucking paranoid about someone decking her, maybe. Because someone, named Eddie goddamn Munson, would very much like to. Right fucking now. “Dustin didn’t check in.” That shakes Eddie back to the present. Squaring with Nancy being a shithead—possibly where he brother learned the basics—can wait. This is about Steve; and just thinking it at the fore of his mind again, when it never left the bulk of his mind, or any single part of his heart, makes him feel a little…faint. The whole of his head that hadn’t had a reprieve like his brain did—and rightly fucking so, because there is not reprieve from this feeling, this, this shattering fear underneath the bone deep resolve— “The salt had a hole in the bag.” Eddie blinks at her, again: this time because he cannot follow, and doesn’t think he wouldn’t have been able to on his best day, but more pressing for the way her voice is kinda far, kinda background-based, against the way his pulse is thrashing again, all of a sudden, but then: no reason for it to have stopped, either way. Steve, he’s; Steve’s still— Eddie heart doesn’t deserve the fucking luxury of calm until Steve’s next to him. Until Steve’s safe. Until he can tell Steve— Say it now, please, please say it now because by fucking god I will bend heaven and earth and every alternate reality that dares to poke its fucked up head in our way, I will burn the whole goddamn universe so that it fucking lasts, please just say it it, if you still mean it, if you ever could still— “How they found you in the boathouse.” Eddie blinks toward Eleven then, his heart painful in his throat all of a sudden and okay, okay; they’re moving. They have a plan. They’re getting closer to what’s left of it, the fissures in the ground, the remnants of the gates Eddie’d scouted from below; exploited to be here and then: the radios. The checki-ns. The salt-crumbs leading to them. Right. Right.

[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 🥰

[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.

- - -

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.

[withacapitalp]

First I would love to see a snippet of the Labyrinth AU.

Second omg don’t be too shy to talk to me ☺️🥰

Oh my godddd the labyrinth AU

Okay firstly this AU isn't my original idea. We were talking about it in the server a little while ago, and it totally took my entire life over. The OG for this is @santababysteve I just piggybacked onto this idea. She's the brilliant one to plant the seed. Secondly....you're too cool I'm sorry I still go read your stuff randomly whenever I need one of my comfort fics

ANYWAY SNIPPET TIME. Sorry it looks weird I copied and pasted right from my google docs.

“Did you love me before tonight?” Eddie asked, unable to turn around and look Steve in the eye. It was easier to stare out at his kingdom, at a world that catered to his every whim. It was easier than hearing the answer. 

Except, no answer came. Steve stayed silent.

But that was answer enough in its own way. 

Impulsively Eddie flipped around, leaping and gliding back onto the bed. He landed heavily on his knees over Steve’s legs, tucking his wings in and  pinning the human down, grabbing both of Steve’s wrists tight enough to bruise. 

“Do you think you could fall in love with me again?” Eddie asked in a mildly desperate tone, facing Steve nose to nose, staring deep into his eyes. He wasn’t running away this time, wasn’t hiding from the truth. He wouldn’t hide this time, but he knew what he needed. 

He needed the answer to be yes. 

If Steve said yes, then Eddie would give him whatever his heart desired to make it happen. Money, gold, jewels, all of the power a mortal could ever even dream of having. He would make Steve royalty, burn the rest of the world to the ground, whatever it took to get that love back. It had been the most precious thing Eddie would ever get to own, and he hadn’t realized how badly he needed it until it had slipped through his fingers. 

All Steve needed to do was say yes. All he needed to do was give Eddie some hope that he could repair what he had broken between them. Just a touch of hope, and the whole universe would belong to them both. 

“Not like this,” Steve finally managed to whisper, his voice cracking halfway through. He let his eyes slip shut and rested his forehead against Eddie’s with a shaking breath. 

“Not like this,” Steve repeated softly.  

[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.

[starrystevie]

here, have a little snippet of my angsty steddie (virgin eddie and pining steve) spending their last night on earth together wip, just as a little treat 😌

[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