#but I couldn’t be bothered thinking of a title and summary and checking commas and stuff haha

[pizzaqueen]

Inspired by @eddiemunsonsmum’s reblogs and tags on this post

615 words / rated T / established relationship

The sign behind the counter boasts the “World’s Largest Sundae” with a picture of what does look like a pretty damn big sundae beside it. Eddie grins, glancing back to Steve sitting at their booth, his heart skipping a silly little beat just from looking at Steve. He shakes himself, turns back to the waitress, and points. “One of those, please.”

He’s still grinning when he gets back to their booth, sliding into the seat across from Steve, vinyl creaking under denim as he settles in.

Immediately, Steve’s eyes narrow. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t believe you.”

Eddie shrugs and spreads his hands. “I guess that’s your problem.” But he can’t stop his lips from twitching, which does nothing to ease Steve’s obvious suspicion. And then, minutes later, the biggest sundae Eddie’s ever seen in his life arrives at their table.

The waitress has to hold it with two hands, gingerly setting it on their table with a thunk; she wipes her hands down and says, “Enjoy, boys,” and shuffles away.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, staring at the frozen dairy monstrosity.

Layer upon layer of ice-cream sits in a giant sundae dish, chocolate sauce drizzled over it, topped with a swirl of cream and a single bright red cherry. A silver spoon is sunk deep into one mound of ice-cream, glinting in the diner’s dim light.

Glee fills Eddie from head to toe, and his eyes widen. “That’s a lot of ice-cream.”

“You’re not going to eat all that, are you?” Steve sinks back into his seat, pointing a finger at Eddie. “Because you’re not getting back in my car if you do.”

“No. That’s way too much ice-cream for one person to eat.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh.”

“I mean, no one could eat that without throwing up.” Eddie points over to the sign. “It is the world’s largest sundae. It’s probably humanly impossible.”

“Then why would they sell it?”

“Capitalism?” Eddie lifts his shoulders. “All I’m saying is, I guess I made a mistake, Steve. No one person alone could eat all of this.”

The tick in Steve’s jaw tells Eddie Steve knows exactly what Eddie’s doing. He rests his elbows on the table and leans over. “You wanna bet?”

Eddie grins, tongue between his teeth. “You know I do.”

“Okay,” Steve says, pushing up his sleeves, “you’re on,” and he picks up the spoon.

“Should I get a bucket just in case?”

Steve looks up. The fire in his eyes licks along Eddie’s skin. “I’m not throwing up,” he says, and digs in.

And Eddie watches as Steve neatly and methodically works his way through the whipped cream, then every single scoop of ice-cream spoonful by spoonful, and, finally, he sets down the spoon, picks up the cherry, and pulls it off the stem with his teeth. He sits back, chewing around a victorious grin, brows raising at Eddie. “Well?”

“Marry me,” Eddie says, more than a little breathless.

Steve snorts. “Sure.”

“I’m serious.” Eddie leans across the table, glances around, and lowers his voice: “I am going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington.”

Steve’s smile softens, and his eyes warm. He kicks Eddie under the table and says, “I know.”

Warmth flows through Eddie, and his heart kicks against his ribs, and he smiles back. “Hey,” he says, clearing his throat, “you owe me a sundae.”

Steve rolls his eyes and throws a balled-up napkin at Eddie, but he gets up, goes over to the counter, and, loud enough for Eddie to hear, says, “I’d like one of those world’s largest sundaes, please.”

Oh, yeah. That is Eddie’s future husband, right there.

[momo-de-avis]

1, 3, 10, 15, 20, 21 and 25?

hello friend!

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Currently, what I am just wrapping up is the thing I want to narrate on voice (yeah... imagine that) that I had locked up for AGES because I knew where I was going and got stuck mid-way unsure how the hell how I was getting there. It’s sort of light horror magical realism about dealing with trauma and recovery, and I’m happy because JUST recently I passed the checkpoint of THIS WAS THE PART I COULDN’T GET THROUGH! I GOT IT! I REACHED DENOUEMENT BITCH! 

Also, it was really hard to write, I won’t lie. And it reached the point of weird. Not fantastical weird, but weird to me. I hope I manage to capture that with my voice 🥴

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Honestly? I don’t think there really is one... anymore. I do everything chronologically. Unfortunately, I can’t do that thing writers often advise, to leave blanks to fill in later. If I do that, this damn ADHD brain will NEVER AGAIN bother itself to do it. If I don’t have the motivation to do it now, it will never happen. I have also learned to trust my instincts: if it’s too boring to write, don’t write it at all. If it’s too boring to write, it will feel too boring to read. Just straight up skip it, nobody cares. Reduce it to a sentence, that’s it. So I end up getting to the exciting-scenes-I-really-want-to-do pretty fast. 

Also, like... I love experimenting with so many genres I don’t think there’s one I REALLY would like to try but never did? I would like to do better, much better, but never actually dipped my pen in it? I don’t know, man, I don’t think there’s one big ass scene I haven’t tried that I can think of.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

Re-read what I last wrote. Always. This works as both a quick revision of my last writing and a way to get in the mood and also to remind myself of what last happened, because I forget everything except the head God gave me and which I carry on my shoulders.

Set the music, or the ambient sound.

Stare at the blinking cursor for five minutes.

Start writing.

Erase a whole paragraph.

Write another 3 paragraphs.

Stop for 10 to 25 minutes to check if the correct usage in this context should be “white-out”, “liquid corrector” or simply “corrector”, and then it turns out I don’t even use the goddamn thing anyway.

Write another 3 pages.

Coffee and cigarette break.

5h have passed. Time is an illusion.

Oooooh, Discord messages! Everyone is talking shit about their relatives, why not make another 40 minute break for the chance of some juicy gossiping?

What do you MEAN, 1h has passed?

You have another hour before dinnertime. Why not get furiously in the mood and just miraculously gain every goddamn inspiration point lost in the previous 7h you were trying to fish for brain cells in the atmosphere? So furiously type out 10 pages that, once you revise in about 3h later, are full of typos, missing a THOUSAND words, and good luck understanding what the hell you meant with all those broken sentences and so many goddamn commas and M dashes.

But ah, completion.

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Gonna be real honest here. Summaries. I’m not so bad with titles. Mostly because I use the same principle for them that I did with academic papers: only bother myself with those after everything is done by pulling a sentence or an idea straight out of the text of the source of inspiration. But ask me to SUMMARIZE THE DAMN THING? It’s an hour and a half of me stammering bullshit punctuated with a million “AND THEN--” and nobody understands a damn thing.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

I do a LOT of repetitions I don’t think people pick up on. I mean, literal transliterations of chunks of texts, either from a previous page to the end, or from an existing source to my text as like, an homage I guess. With this one I’ve been working on, I literally repeat entire passages but they’re so far apart they’re hard to tell (at least for people like me, who Have No Braincells), but there’s a reason it happens and it also has to do with the narrative too.

This is completely irrelevant but I am going to say anyway, for Wordtober, for the Prompt uhhhhhh I think it was Legend I did this story about a bunch of pirates who go after the legend of Lover’s Cove and it’s from the perspective of a pirate named Largo. That’s actually a character from something major I’ve been developing, and at the very end he meets a fiery-red-haired woman who happens to be Anne Bonny, I just thought it would be funny to explain how they meet, and also, Largo is a reference to Largo La Grande from Monkey Island because that guy is so funny and I love Monkey Island to death. Nobody cares but this matters to me 😔

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

I’m boring, so none. I’ve worked on film before, did a couple of music videos (yes...), and right now I’ve been attempting illustration but LOL. Right now I’m stuck with writing only

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Definitely the process of creating. Even the revision part is fun for me. I don’t know this process is fun, but I love it. Just... birthing something from scratch and shaping it into something real, whole, complete, is immensely enjoyable. These days, is the only way I manage to get out of the world and feel something akin to... peace, quiet, you know. I don’t even particularly enjoy the researching part, though I very easily get way too lost in it, don’t get me wrong, but the creation part is just so compelling man...