#eddie dragonfly

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[thecluelessdoctor]

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I have something very important for you

You will enjoy it (hopefully)

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Gay lady's ✨

Also lil hc: Poppy likes to make little nests out of blankets and pillows :]

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

When are we going to talk about Robin in the context of Eddie and Christopher Diaz. What about that.

[millerdoc]

Just discovered this and I'm finding it mesmerising. The rhythm, the lilt. Gotta love Eddi Reader.

[infinite-orangepeel]

“get too close to your muse & you, the artist, will lose all ability to decipher one shade from the next on your palette. keep your distance…”

fall quarter begins at the curly roots of eddie munson’s ineffable head, runs its’ labyrinthian course through passageways of blue veins & black ink, & ends at a set of hairy crimson painted toes.

steve finds himself squandering every waking moment of his lifeblood & attention somewhere, egregiously, in the middle.

“say you’re drawing a bed of flowers,” his professor lectured a few weeks back, “what happens if you put your nose in the middle of those flowers & try to recreate the details on your canvas? you come up with color and shape, sure, but it’s blurry—isn’t it? it’s a big blobby blur of nothing. that’s not very good life drawing, i’m afraid.”

flash forward to the present—

the bed is firm but comfortable. reminding you of its’ presence.

it doesn’t encourage daydreaming &, yet, steve is ignoring the better advice of his mentor & pressing his curious nose directly into the bud of an all too striking flower.

he knows the intimate contact could kill the rose, is aware of the thorns lining the stem, but he can’t stay away.

he’s struck by fear and temptation and self-loathing and a beauty that stings like a slap across the face.

eddie’s his roommate, his friend, his muse for the most important project of steve’s career as an art student.

& getting too close is lethal, so he creates a sort of optical illusion.

designs an environment in which he can pretend they are star-crossed lovers in a broken world that won’t let them be together. in which touch is a small death each and every time.

steve flits to eddie like a dragonfly to water—

never touching.

never spending too much time in his orbit before making up an excuse to leave & jerk off to the smell of old cigarettes in the bathroom.

everything he really wants to say sits in the back of his throat like a painful, malignant lump & gets spat out onto his sketchbook in a tragically romantic exorcism.

doing the dishes next to him is enough to drive him insane.

drawing him, butt-naked, is another story.

“is it supposed to be so….erotic?”

eddie arches an eyebrow as steve traces the outline of his cock into his sketchbook.

“it’s not that erotic,” steve says, blushing into his charcoals, “besides no one will know it’s you. it’s art.”

art is supposed to be weird & naked. now, hold still, & let me draw you.”

it’s definitely erotic.

there are roses—de-thorned, for safety—shrouding eddie’s dick & leaving a trail of pink petals across his pale thighs.

eddie’s hand is draped over his head; exuding a certain brattiness, lust, boredom—

as if he’s lying there because he wants someone, like steve, to stumble upon him & use his body the way it so clearly needs to be.

his lips are parted on the precipice of whispering some filthy secret into steve’s ear while milking him like a simple farm girl with nothing better to do.

fuck.

he can’t be this close to eddie without losing his mind.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

it’s just a body. just limbs and a huge cock and—

eddie’s quiet for a little while which is rare for him, before he pipes up again.

“what if we painted the flowers together?”

steve wipes the sweat from his brow, drops his pencil, and looks up at eddie across the mattress. working overtime to avoid staring at the erection sticking out amongst the bouquet of roses.

“the piece isn’t supposed to be very colorful. i’m going for muted tones. that’s why i picked the pale pinks and whites.”

eddie giggles a little and, it’s so cute, steve has to pinch his own thigh through his shorts just to maintain composure.

“i don’t think you’re understanding—the colors wouldn’t change much. except for some more white, if you catch my drift,” eddie pumps his hand over his cock several times and mimes cumming stop the petals, “might look cool. might get you extra points with that asshole professor of yours. you’ve said he likes ‘shock value.’”

“i—i guess you’re right. that’s a pretty….different and unique….um….idea. yeah.”

it’s like this that steve strips naked and clambers as close to eddie as he can possibly get without laying a finger on him. adhering to the rules—keeping a particular distance between artist & muse.

they lay side by side. sunlight streaming in through the blinds & bathing eddie’s spindly fingers in gold as he touches himself.

“harrington, don’t act like you haven’t been dreaming about this since day one,” eddie snarks, “i’ve seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. your eyes are gonna burn holes in my ass if you’re not careful. touch that pretty cock of yours, lemme see you.”

before steve can do anything about it or change his mind, he’s got a fist wrapped around his own cock and the other hand pinching his nipples. left and right, back and forth, dragging his nails through the hair sprouting around them.

“didn’t think you thought about me like that,” steve whines, watching as eddie edges himself methodically—

moving faster, slower, squeezing at the base, thumbing over the slit, cupping his balls, slapping the insides of his own thighs until they match the pink petals.

“i like a little pain,” he comments when he catches steve’s wide eyes, “and i’ve always was hallucinating the first time i walked into this room and saw you on the bed—thought i was going into the light and seeing an angel.”

“you’re so full of it.”

“i’d like to be full of you,” eddie breathes against steve’s neck, not allowing his lips to pass the barrier, “but i don’t know if you can handle me, big boy. you’re blushing like a nervous little schoolgirl.”

“am not—”

“are too, &, you’re about to cum just listening to my voice. it’s so crystal clear. look at you—fucking yourself so stupid.”

eddie looks so beautiful.

laying there like a forsaken god locked out of heaven.

steve’s been so good about keeping his hands to himself, about keeping his nose out of the flowers, but desire and temptation are stronger than any amount of remaining willpower he has.

he grabs eddie’s shoulder with his freehand & kisses him until they’re both seeing stars.

celestial explosions of pleasure & truth & this thing that’s been growing violently between them since the moment they first met.

“i’m cumming. i’m gonna—fuck steve, it’s gonna be on the flowers—i hope that’s okay—”

they cum in tandem over petals of pink and white and thornless stems.

steve gets an A+.

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[robins-egg-bindery]

The Words Hung Above by eriaX

“I’m thinking of leaving.” Steve almost chokes on his cigarette, hastily moving it from his lips and looking to Eddie where he stands beside him. He looks relaxed, despite the words that just left his mouth. A thin trail of smoke travels up towards the sky from his own cigarette that’s pinched between his fingers. Watching the smoke slowly fade into nothingness feels oddly foreboding. Like this small, almost-friendship he has managed to build is going to fade away, too. He decides to hold on to it, if he can. --------- Or, After Vecna is defeated and life returns to normal, Steve finally has a chance to become actual friends with Eddie Munson. But any potential for friendship seems lost when Eddie decides to move to Nashville to pursue music after graduating. It’s Steve’s idea to become pen pals. Over summer and into fall and winter, Steve battles insecurities around himself, as well as his own future and his parents’ expectations. As his friendship with Eddie deepens into something greater, Steve finds that there’s more to himself than he expected, and more to his friendship with Eddie than he ever imagined.

fic by eriaX

500 pages / 118,368 words

Title Font: Breathing, Crimson Pro

Body Fonts: Californian FB, The Signature, Indie Flower

Bound for the Steddie Big Bang 2023!

More info (and spoilers for the fic, beware!) below the cut!

What a project! This was an endeavor with the author for the Steddie Big Bang, and it was so fun to design the vibe of this with them! Thank you for sharing your story and this journey with me <3

I love the letters that populate the story; if you skipped the content of them above, I highly recommend experiencing them in the context of the fic. I wanted to do something tactile to emulate them without interfering with the storytelling element; something that could stay archival in the future while also adding a dimension to the text. We selected the handwriting fonts together, and I fought the battle with my cricut to get it to write it properly. I had to go over carefully by hand to make the ink fill in well, but the result is perfect!

I also selected different inks as the months pass, even varying colors within Eddie's letters; I like the idea that maybe he was trying to make the letter perfect, doodling in the corners for Steve.

Music is another big device in this book, something that connects Steve and Eddie across the space between them, so musical notes and rests populate the header. Steve is Eddie's breath of fresh air amidst all the noise <3

I tried to keep the handwritten style across all the elements, including the title pages. We selected Dragonfly duo for the cover cloth, with gold accents; the deep blue color was reminiscent of the song that inspired the fic, and the gold felt fitting; the relationship that develops between Steve and Eddie being the sunlight leaking through the fear and uncertainty they face.

If you haven't checked it out yet, go read the fic!!!

[transvampireboyfriend]

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

When they get to the lake an hour later, Eddie is the first to come spilling out of Steve's car.

He walks several paces away from it, tuning out the post-drive chatter of his friends, his arms stretching above his head as he walks closer to the lake, stopping a few feet away from its shore.

Eddie inhales deeply, enjoying the fresh air and admiring the sunrays twinkling on the water. He can feel them on his bare arms too.

So.

Maybe the world won't end because he said a bit too much about how good he thinks Steve Harrington is.

Steve came out to them last year, on a sunny afternoon when they'd all been lazing around, reading magazines on Steve's living room after spending all day in his pool. Nancy and Eddie were arguing about how hot some actor was.

Eddie can't remember who it was now, but what he does remember is Steve casually saying "I can settle this argument, lemme see", and crawling on all fours to where Eddie and Nancy were laying practically on top of each other.

They must have worn the same perplexed expression when Steve declared "He's hot", because he then took a look at both of them and shrugged, said "I like both. I like whoever" and that had been that.

So Eddie knows Steve would not make a big deal over him basically saying he finds Steve attractive, but he's still worried, because their sexualities don't automatically mean Steve will like him like that and Eddie would never assume that, but now Steve might think he did.

He looked uncomfortable in the car and it's the only explanation Eddie can come up with.

And Steve's never been particularly receptive of Eddie's gestures, Eddie tried flirting a few weeks after Steve came out and Steve froze, whenever Eddie pays him a compliment Steve gets a little weird like he did in the car, Eddie's tried asking him to do stuff together like go on a hike, or Eddie teaching Steve to play guitar or he's even asked him to dance but Steve almost always backs down when the activity involves touching Eddie.

And it's fine. Eddie can understand, he's not everyone's type, it's cool. He just wishes he could shake the attraction off, but so far he's had no luck. If anything he only feels more attracted to Steve with every day they spend together.

And Eddie doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

So Eddie needs to be careful not to let it show too much, because then Steve would feel forced to verbally reject him and Eddie just knows that Steve would hate that, not to mention he would be devastated himself.

Steve can't know.

After all Eddie said in the car, he'd been thinking maybe it had been a terrible idea to come along on a week long trip to a remote cabin with Steve. He'd already shown too much of his hand by gushing about him to everyone who would listen, Eddie spent the whole trip kicking himself over it.

But, as a dragonfly circles him, Eddie thinks of his friends, and he decides he can be an adult about this. He'll clear things up and apologize if Steve's still uncomfortable and they'll have a normal week.

This is meant to be fun and he always does have fun with his friends, Steve included. He always has fun with Steve especially, and he won't let his dumb feelings ruin that.

Eddie listens to quick steps coming up behind him and then a small but firm hand slaps his back.

"Are you alright?" asks Nancy, coming to stand next to him.

Eddie scoffs, doesn't turn to look at her.

" 'Course I am," he supplies "why wouldn't I be?"

Nancy gives him a withering look.

She was the first to find out about his crush, already knowing Eddie so well within a couple of weeks of their friendship.

Eddie fondly rolls his eyes, finally looking at her.

"I'm fine." he assures her "It's fine."

He offers her a smile and turns back to the lake.

Nancy gives him a once over before she wraps her arm around his waist.

Eddie sighs into the touch, her warmth comforting even in the mid day heat.

"Don't lose my fucking scrunchie" she threatens.

Eddie chuckles "I promise I won't" he lies, probably.

"Stop making promises you can't keep." Nancy shoots, untangling from Eddie's side "We should get you your own."

"Maybe I could make some!" Eddie suggests, "To replace the ones I've lost,"

"How did we switch from you buying them to this?" Nancy asks, her mouth tilting into an amused smirk.

"Oh come on, this way is more fun!" Eddie protests, almost stomping his foot in his excitement.

"You don't know how to sew" Nancy reminds him.

"Do too!" he protests, thinking of his many customized jackets and jeans. Though, he'd never made something so delicate as Nancy's pretty hair accessories.

"And Buckley said she'd teach me!" Eddie concedes.

That startles a laugh out of Nancy, "Yeah, I'd like to see how that goes" she says.

"Oh, I bet you would" Eddie shoots back winking at her. He gets shoved for it.

"Shut up." Nancy demands, giggling.

As their laughter dies down and Eddie straightens up, Nancy turns to the lake.

"It's so pretty here" she comments, looking out at the forest tree line beyond the water.

"Sure is" Eddie agrees, watching birds fly by.

After a while Nancy slips her hand in his and interlaces their fingers.

"C'mon," she says "we're the designated lunch ladies"

"Oh?" Eddie asks, following as she tugs him along.

"Yup! Steve and Jonathan are unpacking and Rob and Argyle called dish duty"

"Thank god for that," Eddie quips

Nancy laughs "That's exactly what I thought"

part 3

[kodared]

☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

A storm is rapidly approaching, are you prepared to face it alone?

Chapter 9/?

Word Count: 3,788 Out of 28,737

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At the sight of the swirling clouds, you knew a storm was coming. 

It didn't take long for the wind to pick up as you lay in your cot. The wind howled as you tossed and turned, a feeling of uneasiness taking hold of your being once more as you struggled to sleep. 

Howdy had apparently noticed your lack of sleep and being the kind soul he was installed a small night light in the corner of the room, you appreciated the thought but it didn't do much to help you sleep. 

Flopping onto your back with a huff, you looked at the ceiling as the rain pittered and pattered against the roof above. 

You just wanted to go home… But now you didn't know if that would be for the better or worse. 

Your home life wasn't exactly perfect, to say the least. Your siblings often took most of the attention, leaving you to fend for yourself most nights. You oftentimes didn't even have lunch money, with most of the money going toward your youngest sibling. 

You liked to believe your friends were much better, but they weren't. It was a sheer coincidence you ran into them to begin with. You had met them during a school field trip years prior, and you all related over your shitty homelives. 

Leading you to do not-so-great things with them. Most of which being trespassing, and it, unfortunately, led you here. 

Maybe this was the world's way of punishing you, however, you doubt hell would look so colorful. 

Howdy was nothing but nice of course, so staying with him would be a no-brainer if you so decided, but you didn't want to intrude on his personal life. You didn't exactly have an official room anyways, you were sleeping on his living room floor for god sake. 

Not to mention Homes way of making memories disappear. If you were to stay you would have to rid Home of those powers… 

…Or be rid of Home altogether. 

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To say you woke up with a start would be the understatement of the century, you practically woke up with a scream as thunder reverberated throughout the house. 

Clutching your chest you tried to steady your breathing, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and as you looked you saw a concerned Howdy, he was already dressed for the day. 

“Y/N!.. Ya’ alright? I heard ya’ yellin’,” 

Your tensed shoulders relaxed as you smiled at Howdy, he really was becoming one of your favorite people to be around with how caring he was towards you.

“I'm alright Howd’s, thunder scared me awake I guess,” 

Howdy sighed before chuckling warmly, moving from the staircase to the kitchen, moving his various arms in smooth and concise motions as he began preparing something. 

“No worries Dragonfly’, got any requests for breakfast..? I was meanin’ to wake ya to eat soon anyways,” 

You wiggled your way out of the various blankets, finding it odd how you had more than usual, you brushed it off however as you assumed Howdy must have given you more during the night. 

“Im good with anything Howd’s, but don't you got a Shop to run..?” 

You rubbed at your eyes as you sat on a barstool in front of the island he had in the kitchen, Howdy turned around and gave you a warm closed-eyed smile at your concern. 

“Its stormin’ terrible outside, so i closed the store for the day, not even Eddie is out in this weather,” 

You nodded and laid your head on the counter, silently wishing you had dragged one of the blankets to wrap around yourself as you realized it was colder than usual in Howdys home. Causing an unpleasant chill to wrack up your spine. 

You and Howdy idly chatted as he made you breakfast, he didn't have much since he often didn't eat, but he was able to make a pretty good toast and eggs for you.

After you finished Howdy politely took your plate and set it in the sink to be washed later, turning to you again as he leaned on the counter with a hand on his hip, still smiling fondly at you.

“Got any plans today Y/N?” 

You thought for a moment about what you had planned for the day, you never were good at keeping plans, you would often have to keep track of them on some sort of item. 

You remember that item always being in your pocket, but you find it slipping your mind what it was exactly. You knew you could also talk to people on it, but it couldn't have been a phone. The only phones here were attached to either the wall or a wire. 

���I think Frank wanted to talk more today about how to get me Home..”

Howdy let out a small sigh as he thought about your plan for the day, a concerned look on his face,  

“I don't think Frank or Eddie would be out today, it takes too long to dry out after they get wet..” 

You looked up at Howdy confused, you honestly think up until now the shock of just being here made you momentarily forget they weren't human. They were still just puppets, it would make sense they would get waterlogged. 

“I could probably head out and visit him, water doesn't stick to me like it does to you guys,” 

You smiled proudly at yourself for thinking so quickly on your feet, honestly, it was the little things that kept you going nowadays.

Howdy seemed to have no complaint with that plan, his face going from concern to excitement as he learned you don't have as nearly as bad of a reaction to water as they do.

“Well, I won't keep ya for long then HoneyBee! Oh, also Sally stopped by and ran ya over more clothes! I left em’ in the bathroom for ya’!” 

You began walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day, giving Howdy a goodbye and telling him as usual you should be home before dinner. Today he seemed very excited for you to come home later, you wondered why… 

As you got dressed you noticed today Sally had given you pants that looked… Very similar to Wallys'. You did a little spin as you looked in the mirror, Wally honestly didn't have bad style, but you were more indifferent to him after the events of yesterday. 

You knew Home had something to do with Wally forgetting, but you didn't know what you could do. Wally lived with Home, and Home had eyes everywhere apparently, you were just happy it didn't seem to affect Howdy or Frank yet. 

With a sigh you put on the shirt Sally gave you as well, it was a very loose shirt, which you were thankful for. You hated the way some shirts held onto your arms too tight, it felt weird to you. 

The shirt was a very pleasant salmon color with a daisy on it, it wasn't a shirt you would normally wear, but your others were dirty so you sucked it up and began to make your way out of the shop.

The wind howled as you looked out the windows of the Bugdega, it looked like it was a bad storm for sure, but you needed to talk with Frank more than anything. You had already been here for about a week, maybe more. 

So with a burst of energy, you quickly opened the doors of the Bugdega and began your trek to Frank and Eddies. Your arms had to shield your face as you trekked through the heavy winds and rain pellets that assaulted your skin. 

Thankfully it didn't take long to reach Franks, you ignored the feeling of Home most definitely watching you as you knocked on his door quickly, happy at the prospect of getting out of the rain. 

Despite your better instincts you looked at Home and saw Wally looking at you through the shudders. 

Something was off with him though, his eyes looked… Wider? 

Somehow his eyes were wider than usual, and his smile looked fake as he gave you a wave, you felt bad for him so you waved back. 

After all, Wally had given you valuable advice about Home, it wasn't his fault he was stuck living with him. 

If only for a moment, Wally looked ecstatic, his smile looked real and his eyes almost looked surprised before the shudders shut quickly. Looks like that's all you were going to be seeing of Wally today. 

You gave Home a glare as you heard Franks's door open finally, only to be greeted by the sight of Eddie in his pajamas. Eddie wore a loose shirt with shorts on, he looked surprised as he spoke, 

“Ah! Y/N..! Come in come in, You'll catch a cold out ‘ere in this weather!” 

Oh how you missed Eddie's southern hospitality, you entered his house with no complaints. Shivering a little as the pleasant heat hit your skin. 

Eddie quickly moved to grab a towel from a nearby closet, draping it over you as he looked a bit confused, you didn't know why he was confused until you saw he was looking at your arm that had water resting atop of it. 

You laughed a little before speaking, 

“My skin doesn't absorb water Eddie, so I can be out in the rain an’ be fine after!” 

Eddie let out a small ‘ooh’ before nodding and giving you one of his pleasant smiles again, you started to dry off as you saw a disheveled Frank coming down the hall, clearly not expecting visitors. 

Frank looked at you as he saw you standing in the doorway, clearly shocked to see you weren't soaked after being out in the rain. 

“Heyy Frank, sorry if I..-” 

Before you could apologize for intruding on his and Eddies home, he quickly walked up to you, grabbing ahold of your arm carefully and pulling it closer to examine. Mumbling quietly to himself about how you should be soaked but aren't. 

Eddie laughed a little before he put his hand on Frank's back, after a few moments Frank let go of your arm, and began speaking, 

“Don't worry about it Y/N, I just didn't Account for the Fact you could be out in the Rain. Ill be in my Study, please enter when you are ready to Converse,” 

Without wasting a second Frank walked to his Office and shut the door behind him, leaving you with Eddie, not that you minded anyways, Eddie was rather nice. 

You continued to dry off, honestly, the rain made you feel a bit refreshed. You don't know how long it had been since you had a proper shower, not accounting for the small times you freshened up with the sink. 

You finished drying off and held the towel awkwardly before Eddie took it from your grasp while giving you a smile, 

“Go on an’ talk with Frank! Ill take care of things round ‘ere” 

Without much hesitation you began walking to Franks Office, giving Eddie a smile as you walked past and knocked on his door, hearing Frank call for you to enter faintly from somewhere in the room. 

As you opened the door you saw Frank crouched towards the back of his Studio, a large butterfly on his fingers as he lowered it back into the container it was currently homed. 

“Sorry about that. Found an injured Birdwing Butterfly that needed some Attention.” 

Frank pushed himself up from his crouching position and walked to his chair, taking a seat and gesturing for you to do the same. 

“So. Am I correct to assume we will be Continuing Yesterdays conversation…?” 

You gave Frank a nod before speaking yourself,

“Yeah, i need to find a way home Frank, my family has to be worried sick by now, not to mention the fact my friends are probably still expecting me to return with those newspaper clippings.” 

You took a seat in the chair across from Franks, sitting in front of his big desk as you leaned your elbows on the table and held your head with your hands. 

“...Which of course I've gone and lost, just my luck..” 

Frank had a concerned look on his face for a moment, before sighing and leaning back in his chair. The old leather chair made a squeak that reverberated around the room, 

“Do not dwell on those facts. I am sure they will just be relieved to see you Okay. Now, I recall you mentioning interest in learning more about Homes abilities. Do you still have questions?” 

You gave Frank a nod as you lifted your head from your hands that once held it, your elbows also sliding off of the table so as to not seem rude. 

“Yeah, what's the deal with Home wiping everyone’s memory, and to quote you, if Home did do something to me, what would it do to me… long term?..” 

Frank sighed and raised his hand from where they were once crossed across his chest, holding at where his chin would be before speaking in a very contemplative tone as if he was watching what he said. 

“...Home has Connections to us, As they do with you. Our Connections however run deeper than Friendship since we have lived here Longer than you.” 

Your body felt cold. You stared at Frank as he tried to compose himself and keep a calm front on, seeming to be at a loss for how to explain it himself. 

“You thankfully have come into no Contact with Home directly. Meaning they cannot alter or warp Memories. However… Home does mean well.” 

He rested his hands on the arms of the leather chair, looking away as you proceeded to feel increasingly more alarmed, and a tad bit angry at your neighbors jumping to Homes defense. 

“It doesn’t matter if Home means well, this is wrong!.. Has anyone ever confronted them about it anyways?? Or has this just been happening with no complaints.” 

Frank saw you were getting increasingly angry, staring off at the clock on the wall that was no longer ticking. Eerily stopped at the same time Howdys was stopped. 

“It’s not that Simple. We cannot confront Home. If we do we get.. Reset.” 

Frank made stern eye contact with you again, looking very intense. 

“A Reset is the worst that can happen to us. We become the Default, reverting back into our Original minds from when we first Arrived.” 

You still felt icy hot, with anger or anxiety you didn't know or care to know. The one thing you did know however was Frank mentioned something significant earlier. 

“...You said Home needs to make contact with someone before they can alter memories..?” 

Frank nodded as he looked at you, clearly concerned that you focused on that specific detail. 

“Why do you Mention this?.. Did you come into Contact with Home?” 

You couldnt help but ever so slightly curl in on yourself, a terrible habit you could never kick returning. Frank looked at you with a concerned and somehow stern expression on his face, before standing from his chair. 

“I need you to be Honest Y/N.. Did Home make Contact with you? As in, Did Home grab you?” 

Frank put his hand on the desk as he leaned down slightly to still make eye contact with you, all you could do was glance into his eyes and he knew. 

He gave you a worried look before quickly opening a drawer to pull out a notepad, sliding it across the desk to you, and giving you a pen. 

“I need you to Quickly write everything you remember. Leave out no Details, I will keep it here so you Do not forget Those Memories.” 

Frank lowered himself back into his chair, still looking frazzled but slightly more under control, running one of his hands through his hair he spoke, 

“Why didnt you Say anything Sooner?” 

“It wasnt important,” 

     You grabbed the Notepad and pen given to you, quickly writing all you could remember, such as the news clippings, the… Whatever that used to be in your pocket, and most importantly your family and Howdy. 

“When Home makes Contact it hurts. How did you not think to mention that to me?” 

You paused your writing, looking at Frank quizzically, 

“I thought Eddie would have told you, i ran into h im right after it happ e ned, plus it didnt hurt..” 

You remember the burning hot fee l ing of your ank l es being grasped as y o u g r asp e d at the gr a ss underneath your fingertips. You coul d almost still f e el the di r t trapped underneath your nails as you desperately clung to get free .  

“...It didnt hurt that bad,” 

“You zoned out. Are you sure your Alright?..” 

Frank looked genuinely worried for you as he stood again, moving beside you and putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“...If we are going to find a Way to get you home, It may be best to speak with Home. Only do it when Wally is with Home however, it Prevents Home from meshing your memories.” 

Your anxiety bubbled at the idea of even having to go near Home again. You weren’t very fond of doing anything regarding Home, but if you wanted to go home you would have to. 

“...I guess ill go now to get it over with.” 

Frank looked shocked for a moment at your resolve, before taking a deep breath and exhaling. 

“If that is what you wish to do. I believe Wally is with Home today anyhow, Would you like for me to Accompany you?” 

If you hadnt already been gathering yourself to leave, you may have noticed the look of worry held on Franks face, but you were too occupied with standing and pushing in your chair. 

“...I think ill be alright.” 

You slid the notepad towards Frank, it contained various information about you, you also included information Howdy knew about you, just in case.

“If im not back at Howdys by nightfall give my notes to him,” 

You spoke with certainty in your voice, you were going to put an end to this. You would do it tonight if you must. 

…A small part of you however felt nauseous. The feeling of flesh melding with fabric burned your ankles as you stood, and bile threatened to spill as it tickled the back of your throat. 

You were determined to push forward though, if not for your sake for the sake of everyone in the Town who came before you. 

You gave Frank a warm smile, desperately trying to calm yourself down with fleeting thoughts of security. Frank tried to return your gesture, as you left his Office Frank couldn't help but look down at your notes, sighing before moving to one of his various drawers on his desk. 

He looked down at the small ring on his finger, fidgeting with it as he thought about Eddie. 

He hoped you would be okay. 

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You marched out of Frank's house, feeling the wave of nausea overtake you once more as you saw the red house in the center of the neighborhood. Even though you knew what had to be done, it didn't help the feeling of helplessness bubbling inside you. 

You tried to keep on a confident face. Internally watching how you moved towards Home, making sure you didn't slouch and looked intimidating, 

In your head, you didn't know if it was actually working or not. Hell, for all you knew you could be making an absolute fool of yourself confronting Home like this. 

Before you knew it you were at Homes door. With Home going cross-eyed to look at you as it squeaked a shutter, you assumed this was Homes way of saying hello. 

“...Hello Home,” 

You said anxiously, moving to smooth down your shirt out of nervousness. 

Home, fortunately, didn't have the chance to respond before Wally opened the front door, looking more chipper than usual. You were just thankful Home hadn't done anything to him. 

“ah! hello neighbor! i was just thinking of you..!” 

Wally walked forward to close Homes door, making you back up slightly to allow him more room to exit. 

“Haha, well I actually came to speak with Home, do you think you could translate for me Wally?” 

You tried to ignore the way Wallys' eyes went glossy or the way his smile now looked unnatural. 

“why of course i can neighbor!.. would you like to come in?” 

Wally offered you his hand, and as you looked into Wallys eyes all you saw was black nothingness in them, there was none of Wallys original charm inside of them. 

And there especially wasn't any hint of the personality Wally had when you first met him. 

When you first met Wally he almost had a sense of angst in him, he looked tired, but still happy. He looked more human than the Wally in front of you. 

Before you could provide a response Wally took your hand, pulling for you to come inside to talk with Home. 

You couldn't pull your hand away. It felt hot, burning hot. 

Wally didn't let go of your hand until you were both inside with Home. He led you to a chair in his living room and practically threw you down on it, he had surprising strength for him being so small. 

He sat in a chair across from you, he folded his hands atop of his crossed knee. Looking at you with the same unchanging smile with empty eyes. 

When Wally spoke, it didn't sound like him, it sounded as if there were two voices speaking at once. 

“What did you Want to Discuss Neighbor?” 

Desperately trying to find the confidence you once had, you struggled to speak for a moment out of shock, Wally seemed to find this amusing. 

“Cat got you Tongue Neighbor? Its just me.” 

Wally leaned forward in the chair he was sitting in, looking at you with wide eyes, where you could now see the faint outline of swirls as the wind howled outside. 

“And you can Tell me anything Y/N.” 

Your chest felt tight as you struggled with your breathing, before taking a deep breath and speaking with fake confidence dripping off your tongue. 

“I want Home to stop wiping memories. This isn't right, none of it is.” 

Wally froze as you spoke, before beginning to laugh. His hand moved over his mouth before moving it and letting out a strained chuckle. 

“Oh how Silly silly… I only do it to Keep the Peace.” 

Your blood ran cold as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. This wasn't Wally speaking, This was Home. 

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Fuck it Friday

And I still have twenty minutes of Friday sooo...

I mean I'm still not at the best time of my life but I'm working on it. Kinda.

‘Eddie. Wait.’ Usually Eddie manages to take a shower and runs home before Buck finishes his stupid phone call to his stupid boyfriend. He built like the whole system of avoiding Buck. But every system has a flaw. Today's flaws are a broken engine and dinner that Buck somehow burnt. And now he leans on the lockers and looks at Eddie with his puppy eyes. Nobody can resist these puppy eyes. Eddie definitely can't even if he really tries. ‘Okay. What do you want, Evan?’, - he emphasizes Buck's name on purpose but Buck apparently doesn't get it. ‘Erm… i… well… Did you teach Ravi military survival knots?’ Eddie chuckles. Really, really Buck? Knots? That's what you want to talk about? ‘Yes. If you need, Ravi can teach you now. He's a very great learner. Anything else? I'm sorry, I'm not sure if you remember but today is Chris's favorite day - we're going to the zoo to feed penguins or hell knows who else. I hope we also will be able to feed me cause, and that's the most polite way I can put it, your dinner was awful’, - not that it was so bad Eddie just can't miss the opportunity to hit him just a bit. Buck exhales. Then exhales louder. ‘Listen…’ ‘I'm listening. You just don't say anything!’, - Eddie looks at his watch in a very expressive way. ‘Can I maybe… I mean, I barely see Chris right now, so…can I maybe go with you?’ Nobody can say no to these puppy eyes. Eddie takes a breath ‘And what's about your boyfriend? Or is he too good for the zoo?’ ‘He can meet us there and…’ Nobody can say no. Eddie, supposedly, is nobody. Or he just happens to be a father of a perfect child he needs to protect. And maybe, just maybe. He also needs to protect himself. ‘No. Sorry Buck. It's kinda a family thing…’, - Buck stares at Eddie without blinking: ‘But we used to do this together’ And Eddie just sadly smiles: ‘Well… we did. Sorry, I don't want to be late.’ - he takes his bag and goes away. Funny enough, he said ‘sorry’ at least three times. Buck didn't say it once!

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thank ya darlins! <3 feeling generous and also in need of validation so im gonna share a snippet from two wips, one is the buddie calls fic and the other is my andrew x sam fic hehe

5+1 calls fic

The unspoken words choke him, wrapping around his throat like sentient, vile vines and strangling him, preventing any air from escaping, latching themselves around things he can’t bear to say. He wheezes, sounding so pathetic even to his own ears and despite how it fills him with crippling shame, Eddie is grateful that he is out here, that Buck can’t hear him like this.

“It’s not enough,” he bites out, teeth grinding against the pitiful pull of despair flooding his mouth. “I’m here, I’m right outside, but I can’t do it. I can’t go in. I can’t look at you. I can’t give you these words. Instead I’m throwing them into a fucking phone because I’m a coward who can only be honest with you when I can’t see you. And it’s not fair, but–fuck, when has anything in our lives been fair?”

summer sons fic

“That an order?” Sam asks with a twitch of his lips, clearly biting back on the wisps of wickedness that are wound around his body and through his dark, aged honey eyes.

A savage curl of satisfaction blooms within Andrew, utterly foreign but becoming more familiar, its touch more known and real than the insistent tug of the afterlife.

“Do you want it to be?” The question falls out of Andrew’s mouth without his permission, carried out into the world along a rushed breath that is far too hot to stay inside his body. The rasping cut of his voice is full of lilting temptation that is begging for them to sink their teeth into.

Andrew’s very gums ache as they stand suspended, the both of them now right outside of the bathroom door, caught like dragonflies in amber, preserved as they dance and circle one another.

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STWG Daily Drabble: April 26

Happy birthday @soaringornithopter!!!

Prompt: Dragonflies Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Reincarnation Pairing: Implied Buckingham, Implied Steddie if you squint Words: 366

Chrissy is five the first time she has a word to describe the shape of the birthmark on her inner forearm.

Dragonfly.

She doesn’t know what that could possibly mean, not at five, but at thirteen, she thinks she might have some idea. Especially when she meets the boy with the shape of a bat in the same spot as her dragonfly. Especially when she feels drawn to him despite their differences.

They quickly become best friends.

It’s several more years before Chrissy begins to think there’s more to it than just Eddie. The dreams that begin when Chrissy is seventeen don’t make sense, littered with faces she doesn’t recognize but who seem to recognize her and with events that couldn’t have happened. But they feel real, and they leave Chrissy feeling like she’s missing something vital and important.

Then she starts university, something new and terrifying and foreign to her in ways she can’t quite put a finger on. Eddie follows her, because of course he does. They’ve been inseparable for so long now.

He helps her move all of her things into her dorm room, the room empty when they arrive. But hours later, when Chrissy’s roommate finally shows up, the world seems to screech to a stop. She stares at the girl and boy in the doorway, frozen with their arms laden with boxes as they stare back, the edges of marks just like hers barely visible past the cardboard.

Something slots into place, and Chrissy grins.

“It’s about time,” Eddie jokes from somewhere behind her. “Couldn’t have taken the two of you any longer, could it?”

“Shut up, Eddie,” Steve retorts as he shakes out of the daze first, crossing to the empty bed and dropping his box on it. “It’s not like we didn’t try.”

The rest of their conversation is lost somewhere in the haze as Chrissy finally finds her legs again, closing the distance between herself and Robin, taking the box and placing it gently on the floor, before throwing her arms around the other young woman.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers in Robin’s ear.

“I’m here now,” Robin whispers back. “And I’m not letting you leave me again.”

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It took me a while to draw this but heyyyy- I got it.

Their so cute jsbshsg

[medusapelagia]

27 AU-gust: Fantastic Creatures

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: age difference (when they meet Steve is only a child and Eddie is older) WC: 1578

It's not the first time that his father hit him, but it's the first time that he ran away after.

His dad will be furious when he finds out that he left from the window.

It wasn't easy as they show in the movies, and both his knees are bleeding and his jeans are broken, but all Steve wants to do is run away from the house. Run away from the man that hits him every time he plays a little louder, the man that scares everyone away.

There was a time when he was different.

When Steve was happy to see him back home.

A time when they played together, and laughed and… and it seems so long ago now.

After his grandpa’s death, everything changed.

His father told him that he was no longer a kid and that he had no time to lose with silly fantasies and took away all his books, leaving him time only to do homework or sports.

His mother has tried to talk to him but with no success. His father has become only meaner and more violent, and so he has decided to run, convinced that if he runs far enough he will get to Aunt Mary's house.

He loves Aunt Mary's house, it's on the coast, and you can hear the ocean roar when there is a storm.

It's in a place called California and he knows that it's not close, but maybe if he keeps running he will get there, or at least he will be able to leave the woods and ask for directions to someone.

He shouldn’t be in the woods, his fathers always told him that they are dangerous, but he feels that his home is even more dangerous, so he keeps running.

He falls, getting all his clothes dirty, god, his father is going to be so pissed! 

He gets up but he can't run anymore, so he walks through the bushes. The moon is still shining and he can see her light in the dark and he feels less lonely.

He loves the moon. Her gentle brightness. 

"Are you lost, little one?"

Steve stops abruptly, looking around himself but seeing no one.

"You seem to need some help, don't you, little one?"

He turns around to find the source of the voice and he stumbles on some roots which come to the surface. He braces himself for the impact with the ground but he doesn't fall. A long white arm is holding him tight.

"Didn't you hurt yourself enough?"

The voice is sweet and calm and Steve lifts his eyes to find a beautiful man with dark eyes holding him.

It takes him a moment to see that the man has wings!

They look like dragonfly's wings.

"Do you like them?"

He nods, astonished. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

The man smiles like he can read his thoughts.

"Tell me, where were you going all by yourself on this wonderful night?"

"I'm going to see my aunt. Mary. She lives in California.”

The man mumbles “California, uh? Isn’t that a little far from Hawkins?”

“It is. But my aunt lives there and I want to go live with her.”

“I see… You don’t like your home?”

Steve shakes his head “My dad hates me. He beat me. Look!” he lifts his jacket showing a big blue bruise on his abdomen.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only if I touch it.”

“Like this?” the man asks pushing harder on his abdomen.

Steve tries to pull away, but the man's hold is strong.

He whimpers, feeling tears in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, little one. It’s all gone.”

The man removes his hand and Steve sees that the bruise is no longer there.

“How did you do it?”

“Magic.” he replies with a smirk “Would you like me to heal your knees too?”

Steve thinks about it for a long time, it hurt a lot when the man healed him, but now he feels so much better, so he nods.

“My little one is so brave…” the man praises him, and then the sharp pain is the only thing that fills Steve’s mind.

“Now what?” he asks to the man when his injuries are all healed.

“Do you still want to go to California?” the man asks and Steve tilts his head, confused.

“Are you really magic?”

The man nods.

“Can you really get me to California?”

“I can.”

“Will you?”

“I’d rather prefer not.”

“Why?”

The man sits on the ground, gesturing to Steve to sit in his lap “I want to tell you a story. A long long time ago there was a moon fairy, with black hair and dark eyes, that was waiting for the little moon of his life. He waited for the longest time, and when he finally felt that his little moon was born, it was taken away from him.” he pauses, while Steve looks at him with interest “He got so mad that he threatened to break the entire world if his little moon wasn’t returned to him. So his guards, his friends, and even his enemies started to look for his little moon. One night, when the moon was shining very brightly, he heard his little moon crying, so he ran toward the sound and found a little man, wandering around the woods, all alone. He was the most beautiful child he had ever seen. His skin was white as the moon, his eyes golden as the stars, and his little ears were pointed.” he continues, tapping on the kid's nose and smiling at Steve’s little giggle.

“The moon fairy knew that the beautiful child was the little moon that was stolen from him, but to be absolutely sure he had to touch his soul. Will you let me touch your soul, little one?”

Steve is mesmerized by the man and he nods without even asking what that means.

The man hugs him even tighter, their forehead touches and Steve feels a gentle hand looking through his mind, through his memories, reading them like a book.

He goes back to the fight with his father, back to the time when he was happy, back to the first time he came home in a stroller, and finally back to the night he was born, on the other side of the moon.

“I knew it was you. They brought you so far from me that I couldn’t find you, but tonight I heard your cry and I came for you. Would you like to go back home with me?”

“Home?” He asks confused.

The man brushes Steve’s hair away from his face “I don’t know how those stupid humans could ever believe that they gave birth to someone so beautiful as you.” He continues hugging the kid “You are a fairy, Stevie, just like me. You are my soulmate and I would love to bring you back home with me.”

“A fairy?”

“A changeling. A fairy that was switched at birth with a human.” He explains to an even more confused Steve.

“But I don’t have wings.” He complaints.

“You will, once we are back home, the moon will make you stronger and your wings will finally appear.”

Steve stares at the moon, he always loved it and now he knows why he always felt so connected.

“Home?” He asks, still starting.

“If you want I’ll bring you there right now.”

Steve stretches his arms and the black fairy easily picks him up.

When he opens his eyes they are in a forest of white trees and his skin shines even brighter.

“Welcome home, little one.” The black fairy whispers in his ear while Steve feels his shoulders tingle.

The black fairy removes his jacket and finally, some little wings emerge from Steve's back.

They are small and tender, but they are wings nonetheless.

"I have wings!" he states, astonished.

The black fairy smiles "When they are strong enough I'll teach you to fly. Would you like that?"

Steve nods, eagerly, then he looks down at the little planet that he used to call home.

"Could I fly back to Earth?" he asks, and the older fairy's face becomes serious.

"You could. Not by flying but by magic. But why would you do that? Do you miss Earth?"

Steve thinks for a long moment about his family, his friends, his Aunt Mary, and her home near the sea and he finds out that he doesn't really miss them, it's only that they were familiar and all of this is not.

The black fairy picks him up, holding him on his hip like a little child and he finds himself grabbing his neck.

"I know that this is new and it can seem scary to you. But I promise that you'll love it. Can you give me a chance?"

Steve stares at the man who is holding him with more care than his parents ever did. But he doesn't know this man. He doesn't even know his name.

"You can call me Eddie." he says, and then he opens his wing "Are you ready to fly?" he asks, and after a moment they are flying over the trees toward a white castle. Steve's little wings wiggle in the air and Eddie chuckles "I'm sure you will start to fly in no time, little one."

Steve blushes at the praise, feeling more happy than he has ever felt before.

[for-a-home-that-once-was]

3, 6

3🌼Are there any fictional characters you relate to/identify with?

Loki (Marvel), Willy Wonka (Charlie and the chocolate factory), Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock), Eddie Dean (The dark tower book series).

6🌼What are your favourite animals?

Horses, chameleons, big cats, Orcas, dragonflies, stickbugs, bees, wolves.

Thank you!

[klausinamarink]

All For His Love

finished this a day late sorry!

rating: T | cw: brief description of corpses | tags: inspired by This Is How You Lose the Time War, established relationship | wc: 744

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 15: Time Travel

Warrior waded through the mud and corpses, the latter of which he left to the business of crows, who all cawed at him hoarsely. He ignored them too. They’re just simple animals. Not the Agency’s spies or Observers from the Garden.

He swept his gaze across the filthy land, never lingering another second on an unmoving bare hand.

A glint of silver almost blinded his eye. It caught his attention immediately, almost smiling before he wiped it off. To express a crack of joy in the most horrendous landscape in every Thread would be like igniting a signal flare for all to see. It would undo all of Warrior’s hard work and see the elimination of his love.

He took a few more steps before he knelt beside the corpse. It was a young man, just a boy, with cloudy green eyes. His helmet was lost, showing his dried red-brown hair and the wound that made it redder. In his hand was a silver pocket watch.

Warrior took the watch and held it by the chain, returning to the rotten tree half a mile away. Faint thunder of cannons sounded closer but Warrior was not swayed.

At the tree, he clicked the watch open, its face cracked but ticking. He tossed it up and its chain caught onto one of the remaining branches. It swung briefly, then stopped, and remained hung.

Soon, another group of soldiers will pass in vain to conquer this area of No Man’s Land. They will see the watch hanging and speculate to each other in bewilderment of how such a precious item ended up in another dead thing’s possession. Then their minds will turn to their own watches, always ticking away even after their inevitable deaths. They will voice it aloud to their commander’s face and then exile themselves at the dead of night. It will shatter through the entire army and every conscripted soldier across the continent. Eventually (not hopefully, Agents and Gardeners never hope for their work to be done), the Treaty will be signed fourteen months earlier.

Thread-594495 will remain free from the Agency and Garden, who will continue to send their soldiers for the continuing control of its downthread.

It was only after Warrior left the upthread that he dared to smile.

—

He took several more stops along the Thread to counteract the other travelers’ actions from the Agency and the Garden. An extra notch on a Greek clay slate, blowing a dragonfly past the ear of a Japanese painter, a stolen pencil from an Austrian physicist, six blades of grass torn off in a Canadian mechanized crop. Simple things that were as effective as a butterfly flapping its wings. Laugh until the hurricane came to the shore.

After he was done, Warrior returned to his love. With a bag of everything bagels and tea, of course.

The mechanic shop was closed, but the studio was still open. He entered easily, pausing for a few moments with closed eyes as he listened to the melancholic strums of the guitar. When the emotions pressed against his chest, he continued his stride.

Eddie - Eddie, Eddie Munson, Theodore Munson, Teddy, Eds, he could never be bored of the complexities of his love’s name - sat on the sofa, his back away from the door. His head was up, but his eyes were closed. Lips slightly apart as if he had been waiting for a kiss.

He took that temptation and kissed Eddie. His love’s eyes flew open, sparkling brightly when he saw him. “Steve!”

Steve smiled against their lips, careful not to squish his offerings against Eddie’s acoustic. He broke away briefly to hold them up to Eddie’s eyeline. “I brought some supper.”

Eddie swooned dramatically, “Oh, thank you, my humble knight! I’ve been starving!”

Steve - he liked that name a lot, more so than his personal alias - rolled his eyes as he scooted next to the other man, placing the bagels and tea on the table in front of them. He watched with the same chest-pressed emotion as Eddie happily took a bite, already talking about what happened during his day.

He loved Eddie. It was a simple fact. It wasn’t as simple as keeping this Thread safe from either empire’s influence and constantly traveling up- and downthread. It was always exhausting. But Steve would keep doing it, even if it was selfish all for the sake of this man who made him human.