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can i get some batter up! for wip wednesday? 🥰🥰🥰

i have been all over this doc tonight making little edits. wip wednesday is so good for that! some eddie pov for you!

it's wip wednesday!

After their set, Steve sits at a low, round table with the band. Eddie’s hand finds its way to his thigh and stays there. Steve drinks cheap beer from a bottle and reapplies his chapstick every half an hour or so. Eddie, three Jack and Cokes in and feeling fuzzy, begs a kiss off him. He’s subtle at first, pursing his lips a little every time Steve looks at him. Steve ignores him, so Eddie scoots closer and purses his lips some more, determined to get a kiss right here in front of everybody. “Stevie, I need some chapstick,” he says. Steve had been in the middle of a sentence, talking to Jeff about… something… baseball, his car, his asshole dad, Eddie’s not quite sure. Steve hands him the stick of lip balm out of his pocket and goes on talking, and Eddie opens it to swipe some across his lips. Strawberry. It tastes like Steve’s kisses. And now he really wants a kiss. Gareth keeps looking at him across the table, his expression goading Eddie on as he mouths, Do it, coward. Do it. You won’t. So when Steve pauses, maybe because he’s finished his sentence or maybe just because he’s taking a breath, Eddie hooks his finger into the collar of his shirt (Eddie’s shirt, on him, it makes him feel a little gross, a little sappy, a little bit possessive) and kisses him firmly on the mouth. When they part, Steve is wide eyed with surprise. “I was speaking,” he stammers, and the two of them watch as Grant and Jeff both reach into their pockets and hand Gareth money.

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awkward office au for wip wednesday 💜💜💜

hi!! this au has got its hooks into me i fear!!

i have 3 requests for this one so this is part 1 of 3

it's wip wednesday!

He can’t pretend like he doesn’t see the way Harrington’s eyes find his when he passes Eddie’s office on the way to the staff kitchen, or the bathroom, or his supervisor’s office, or his dad’s office.  And Steve Harrington does pass Eddie’s office while he’s on his rounds. Every day. Multiple times a day. Like he’s seeking him out or something. He never says a word, though. Never so much as acknowledges Eddie past a fleeting, blink and you miss it type of glance. The hallways of Harrington & Associates are labyrinthine and vast; they’re so maze-like, in fact, that it’s apparently become something of a joke among law students vying for a clerking position with the firm. Two years ago, when Chrissy was in her final year of law school, Eddie was able to get her in as a law clerk and she got turned around every single day her first week, trying to find her way from the litigation wing to the hub of cubicles where Eddie was working intake at the time and back to the Harrison Boardroom for meetings with partners. It prompted Eddie to design a map of the building, complete with labels for each wing and the kitchens and partners’ offices and bathrooms. And that map, designed by Eddie on the clock in fifteen minutes between routing client calls and sorting mail, the one still being used in new-hire onboarding packets, was what got Eddie his promotion from the very bottom rung of the company into marketing, where he’s now in charge of the company’s website and social media profiles.

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track 7 - skinny dipping for wip wednesday 💕💕💕

oop we're getting spicy now

NSFT under the cut

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY

Steve reaches over his head, pulls a bottle of lube from the corner of the tent, presses it into Eddie’s chest. “Dirty boy. Bring me all the way out here to get my dick in you?” “Obviously. Fuck me, Eds, need you.” Need you more, love you more. Eddie slicks up his fingers, pressing two inside of Steve. He whines, tosses his head back to expose the long line of his throat. Eddie kisses him there, marks him up, makes it impossible for him to be able to deny what this little vacation was all about. When he slides home, Eddie feels whole again. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like muscle memory, like their bodies were made for each other. The air in the tent is hot and humid and so stuffy, but it’s quiet and the little noises of pleasure that Steve makes beneath him fill Eddie’s heart and soul to the brim with all the words he’s been afraid to speak. He still doesn’t say them. He drives into Steve to coax more of those little noises out, desperate to see how loud he can get him.  “C’mon, baby, lemme hear you…” “Eddie, please.”

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randomly generated word: grip

ooooooh nice one

The grip of the baseball bat is wrapped with pink, purple, and blue tape, and the photographer tells him to go nuts with it.

send me a word, i'll search my wip

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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

thrilled to have received this a second time tbh

i put my liked songs on shuffle, let's goooo

self fulfilling prophecy by pretty sick

monte carlo by remi wolf

i feel good about this by the mowgli's

hospital shirt by jason myles goss

2YL by the front bottoms

(bonus bc i am a walking red flag and i still know this song word for word) superman by eminem