#soyboyantics

[cherrywade]

Url Change! {yes again 😅}

Oops i did it again!!! Couldn't help it, the plural on jester was annoying me and now its steddie even more. Cuz Steve is THEE bitch.

eddiemunsonmeltdowns -> -> thekingsjesters -> -> stevesjester

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Ive done it again and will probably do it several more time in the future! All is fine. Everythings okay!!!

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[love-toxin]

(1) Demon Eddie au-

There is a legend in Hawkins- about a serial killer who used dark magic or was possessed by a demon. What he did to his victims was so horrific, that he went down in history. Now, you’ve moved to this small, dumpy town and you’re eager to leave it all behind.

Insert Eddie the Freak, who resides in the upside down and cannot stay in normal reality for too long. He goes in and out- ageless and invincible, practically. All of his friends have died, and here he is- living, or surviving- barely.

N-NOT DEMON EDDIE IM-

hnghhhhh…..imagine…..it's been years since all those strange happenings in that tiny town in Indiana. you're a pretty young thing approaching the turn of the century in crappy old 1996 Hawkins, filled with little to nothing save for a couple farms, downtown, a new mall built in place of the one that burned a decade ago, and a bunch of oldies. not the way you wanted to spend the summer of your 18th year.

the only thing that differentiates Hawkins from any other small town in America is its storied past. news articles filled with crazy accidents line the local library–mysterious deaths, crooked lab shutdowns, missing persons reports, mass deaths, a serial killer, and alien theories. it's all bull as far as you're concerned, even though you're now one of very few young people populating Hawkins, since so many families have moved away to save their poor, innocent children from aliens and boogeymen.

surprisingly, though, you're tempted to believe one of those stories. one that you might be able to confirm yourself, because you've seen it. him. out in the woods.

some guy with long, greasy hair, and a worn out denim jacket over a stained white shirt and jeans. you first thought he was some creep coming to spy on anyone that came to make out at the picnic table behind the high school, but he was too….cautious. shifting his weight from foot to foot, humming along to some song and tapping the rhythm out on his leg with fidgety fingers. since you first saw him, you put your finger on the melody. an old Metallica song. interesting choice.

and because you see him more than once, and you're too curious to let it go, you take a look at some of those old newspapers. find the articles detailing how he murdered a cheerleader in his trailer and some kid out near the highway, his missing person's photo, some pictures you almost gloss over of him posing together with a bunch of kids for the Hawkins' Hellfire club group photo. 1986. that's the most recent year you can find photos from, the year that he died.

but you know it's him. this isn't some copycat or lookalike–he's wearing the Hellfire shirt, the same one from that photo, and the next time you see him he doesn't just watch you from the treeline. he comes up to the picnic table with a smile, asks if he can take a seat with you. you know his name, don't you? but he'll introduce himself anyways. Eddie the Freak. the name rolls off his tongue like he hasn't said it in a while.

and thus starts a new friendship….or something along those lines. there's been plenty of misinformation floating around the details of Hawkins' dark history, and Eddie turns out to actually be really sweet–and he's alive, or kind of, which is crazy in itself–so it doesn't make you hesitate in thinking that those stories aren't true. he just seems like a guy that was down on his luck and suffered some even worse misfortune upon trying to do the right thing.

oh, how naïve you are. you don't even realize what he's doing, how he's luring you in, making you safe and comfortable with him, even nurturing a romance with you, just to make it easier. easier to finally pull you into the upside down with him when it's time, and keeping you there with him forever, where he can have you all to himself for the rest of all eternity. how romantic, isn't it?

[z3nitsusgf]

Homelander-soulmate angst coming your way! There is nothing better than when a villainous character gets a taste of regret, remorse, and sadness.

I can imagine Homelander going a bit too far one day to keep his soulmate in line one day after a misunderstanding makes it look like they were trying to run. He responds by pushing them back- which has the reader flying across the room. The breath is knocked out of them and they’re unconscious. HL panics as he realizes just how much he loves them (re: relies on them) and doesn’t want them to die. He also is regretful because the reader wasn’t trying to run at all.

They wake up in a hospital bed, and HL is all teary eyed and remorseful - trying to get the reader to forgive him so that they can “move past this.” He goes from not caring what they want or think, to being overly doting. He gets stressed out when he sees the reader doing things for themselves, and insists they should be recovering.

He is also experiencing his own angst at having his soulmate flinch every time he reaches for them. And he’s not sure whether he wants to make them a supe or just take them away from society, in a secret house somewhere.

Reader isn’t sure how long it’s going to last and can’t escape the feeling that there’s something else going on, especially when HL spends a long time talking to their doctor, and Vought scientists.

Bonus points if the reader loses their empathy after the head injury 😈

gripping my hair, this is so &*@^($*(

I was just thinking about what would happen if he accidentally killed his soulmate because let's face it - he hurts you, whether by accident or on purpose. He's unstable, and after Madelyn and Ryan, he just can't help himself. So you know what it's like to have to go to Vought nurses, you know what broken wrists feel like. You know what his burn marks can do, the scarred scorched flesh on your shoulder proves it. 

But I do think if a misunderstanding happened he'd be more irritated than anything. Why didn't you just tell him you were going out to get dinner for him? It’s your fault for acting so suspicious, he was only trying to keep you in line - protect you from the real bad guys out there. He didn’t mean to slam you so hard, you’re just so weak - all it takes is a mild-mannered shove and you’re crashing into the glass table. It’s so forceful and powerful you think your lungs cave in on impact. Flashes of him gripping your throat fade into your bleeding mind, but to be honest you don’t remember much from passing out because of the pain. 

Of course, when you don’t get up there’s a panicky feeling in his throat. He’s looking down at you and his fingers twitch, why aren’t you getting up? You look so soft, crumpled on the shattered glass and with rings of bruise-shape fingertips on your neck, he can hardly hear your pulse and that makes him want to vomit. But it’s so clear to him when the bag of food rests on the counter, his favorite sitting in the small styrofoam container. His lips tug down and he bites his cheek, you’re so sweet to him even when you shouldn’t be. 

He tries to rationalize it in his head after while he sits beside your hospital bed (provided by Vought of course, we can't have the public knowing he battered nearly killed his soulmate). Hands smoothing over his face as he stares at your body, hooked up to wires and IV, he’ll feel that pinch in his chest. I think at that moment he realizes how truly fragile you are. Delicate like a baby bird, brittle bones and paper-thin skin that splits so easily if he applies too much pressure. 

When doctors tell him you might not wake, or that you might be scatter-brained from the head injury - he rages. Tearing apart his apartment and flying out into the city to cause havoc. He burns down the restaurant where you got the food. It’s the first time ever he’s ever felt like he could lose. 

Homelander acts uncanny when you open your eyes for the first time. Kneeling next to your bed and pressing peppered kisses on your face, he’s muttering things like “You’re okay, I’m here.” and “I thought you weren’t gonna come back to me.” While cupping your face and nuzzling his cheeks to yours. It’s not until he feels you trembling and gasping with unrestrained sobs that he realizes how truly fucked he is.

Your heart is pounding, pulse racing so widely he’s worried you’ll have a heart attack. Not even him shushing you or caressing your face makes it better, in fact you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him. You’re whimpering, “please, please don’t hurt me again.” While salty tears stream down your face, your hands trying to shakily push him back. Homelander usually revels in it, the intoxicating smell of fear. But this time, he’s clenching his jaw at the way you wail and try to climb out of the bed and away from him. He knows exactly what he’s done and it doesn’t feel good this time.

When nurses rush in and gently move him out of the way, he watches as they sedate you. Listening to your pulse slow and your breathing go back to normal. The doctors voice is like static in his head, he doesn’t pay attention to anything she says.

He just hopes you can “move past it” at some point. And if not, that’s alright - he’ll be there for you regardless.

[cherrywade]

Url Change shh shh shh...

Sorry sorry sorry!!!

eddiemunsonmeltdowns -> -> thekingsjesters -> -> stevesjester

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Again so sorry!!! I dont wanna annoy you guys but i switched it again after the one i had for like a day maybe and didn't want anyone getting confused!!! Sorry again! Also im changing my icon too so that'll be fun and confusing too!!! ✌🏻😘✌🏻

Header by: @doomcheese

Icon by: ...me

[cherrywade]

URL CHANGE!!!

i haven't done this in awhile so I'm gonna have to add to my tag list!!! But eehhhh look at this cute lil url!!!

I know it's not outwardly steddie related but to me it is. Steve is the king and Eddie is his jester. Plus i just love jesters. @friendly-jester *whispers* we're twins!!! Also its a hamlet line. IT'S A LOT OF THINGS OKAY AND I LOVE IT!!! HERE COME THE TAGS!

eddiemunsonmeltdowns -> -> -> thekingsjesters

@solvecrimeandjuicelimes @gayspacesprinkles @tinyboop @friendly-jester @m-rphy @imsodonewiththissite @badbadbucky @the-not-so-silent-back-up @kissingmyeyez @1gurgi1 @thevulturesquadron @legitcookie @soyboyantics @steveshairychest @starlightpoe @littlelovelylou @kkpwnall @sidekick-hero @nitro502 @battlesymphonies @bethanyactually @jozstankovich

Im sure i forgot at least one person!!! But I'll pin the post and reblog it a few times the next few days!!! The icon is changing too, probably!!! Farwell friends i am gone! 🤣🤣

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[cherrywade]

URL CHANGE!

I know i know. Again???? You say. And yes, again. I missed my boy so i'm coming back to this one! I will also be changing my icon. Apologies in advance for the confusion. 🤣🤣

stevesjester -> -> weescottishcrowley -> -> eddiemunsonmeltdowns

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Blog header by: @doomcheese

Icon by: me

[cherrywade]

Url Change!!! We all knew this was coming lets not act surprised... 🤣

stevesjester -> -> -> weescottishcrowley

@solvecrimeandjuicelimes @gayspacesprinkles @tinyboop @friendly-jester @m-rphy @imsodonewiththissite @badbadbucky @the-not-so-silent-back-up @1gurgi1 @thevulturesquadron @legitcookie @soyboyantics @steveshairychest @starlightpoe @littlelovelylou @kkpwnall @sidekick-hero @nitro502 @battlesymphonies @bethanyactually @jozstankovich @firefly-party @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @waytoomanyships

Listen the one i really wanted was a sad one... but this one is from my fave moment. I legit laughed until i cried. Back on my good omens bullshit lets fucking goooooo!

Header by: @doomcheese

Icon: me...for now. It will be changing to crowley im sure as soon as i find one i like. Or find the ones i made ages ago. ...I'll probably make new ones.... 😬😬😬🤣🤣

[cherrywade]

Url Change!

Just going back to this one cuz i miss my boy!!!!

werewolfpeterparker -> -> -> eddiemunsonmeltdowns

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Im sure i forgot to tag someone if so im sorry my loves!!!!

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Header by @noxarcanaart

[love-toxin]

Okay but imagine if future!darling trying to recreate modern Starbucks drinks, like iced apple espressos, lattes, and frappuccinos. the fruity four look on very concerned at this overly caffeinated person, tearing apart their town and their kitchens for ingredients. Eventually, they get pretty close to some decent recreations-

As for the fruity fours favourite drinks- you can decide!

ok i don't even drink coffee but this is CUTE!!!! Robin is probably so into it and will yoink whatever she can find from the grocery store just to make you happy, picking up all sorts of cups and fruits and candies and syrups to let you make whatever you damn please. Steve searches around to find some kind of coffee/espresso machine you described so you can do it all, he even does the typical dad "item scribbled out on a folded piece of paper" like he's at the grocery store. Nancy and Eddie follow you around as you teach them how to stir their drinks properly and what flavour combinations are the best, even though they insist on you making their coffees for them because they taste better with your love poured in ♡ if i had to assign their preferred drinks I think that Nancy would like something hot with a lot of whipped cream, maybe even with little chocolate shavings on top, like a mocha or something like that. Steve likes something cold and fruity, maybe an iced coffee or a frappe or something. Robin and Eddie both like something really sweet, Robin would probably go for iced coffee too but with a lot of syrups to create some kind of crazy mixed flavour--and Eddie i can imagine would like black coffee for the strength, but he'd like a lot of extra stuff like cream and sugar and whipped cream and little stuff sprinkled on it, like little candy pieces or chocolate or even marshmallows. but whatever crazy concoction you make for them to try they always drink for you, even if some of them can hold their expressions back at the odd taste better than others. Steve especially will be straight up coughing and his nose will be all scrunched up and he'll still shotgun that shit just so you don't get sad or embarrassed that he clearly doesn't like it. anything to preserve his baby's feelings, even if it upsets his tummy afterwards.

[love-toxin]

I can imagine the darling who just had their legs broken becoming hysterical when they see all four of the together in a room- thinking that they’re going to hold them down and hurt them again.

And now anytime they all enter the room, their darling’s automatic inclination is to curl in on themselves and try to imagine that they are anywhere but there. The darling feels too sick to eat now, especially if Steve is in the room. So now they all have to take turns spending time with them.

And the darling is so much quieter and never loses that wariness whenever they’re around. Eddie tries and fails to make them laugh- it used to be so easy. When Robin spends time with them, the darling doesn’t seem to be listening. With Nancy and Steve- since anytime they are alone with Steve, they break down into sobs and beg him to leave- they shiver and flinch if either one of them moves too quickly.

The things that darling used to love about Steve have turned into reasons to fear him. His charm is now seen as manipulation, his touch is violent and intrusive to them, and his concern is downright terrifying and has them begging with tears to not hurt them anymore. They beg him to take them to a hospital and to just leave them alone. They’re scared of making him angry and every conversation is stilted, awkward, and usually ends with the darling panicked, sobbing, and begging.

I can see Steve breaking down one night- when the darling wakes up with him in their bed- and they scream and try to get away from him, hurting themselves even more. “I’m not gonna hurt you- please, please stop screaming- please!” He’s crying as well now.

Eddie tries to calm them with drugs and it seems to work at first. But then it works too well and the darling is just disassociating whenever they have to be around them. They sleep too long, hardly eat, and hardly talk to them anymore.

Enjoy the angst fest❤️

JE......JEEEEESUUUS.........

.....soy....boy.........that is such GOOD SHIT...........omg. the attentiveness of angelface when there's multiple people in the room, eyes darting around to count and then to worry when all four of them are present.....steve having to literally have a chaperone to even step foot into your room.....angelface freaking out and re-injuring themselves, opening wounds they thought had healed, because they're so panicked at waking up and being alone with steve.....and eddie with the drugs calming them down, soon he's the person angelface clings to the most because he has the stuff that'll make the pain better, and will numb them to whatever feelings they have that they don't wanna deal with. god. you guys have such good ideas im so into it 🥺🥺

[love-toxin]

The fruity four - Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Steve

The nuts - Jonathan, Eddie, Steve, Billy

The tits - Robin, Nancy, Chrissy, and either Jason?/Billy/Steve/Eddie/Joyce?/Cate Blanchette

I’m bad at coming up with names. We need more women in this series

THE NUTS!!!!!! THE TI--ok ur right tho. joyce is my first choice obvs but also.....wheeler mom.....miss karen....teehee......

anyways. i digress. the image of robin, nancy, and chrissy joining forces and being a cute wlw polycule? gold. GOLD. scouting out cuties at the mall type beat. nancy + chrissy bothering robin either at scoops ahoy or family video for kisses and flirtation, all while steve has to stand there and watch like a virgin. pog.

the nuts, however......the idea of jonathan trying to get along with steve, eddie, and billy is so fucking funny to me. he's so out of place LMAO. therefore i propose adding my boy argyle simply so weed boy doesn't get trampled underfoot by all that lovely, lovely crazy ass energy. i think eddie'd have fun smoking up with them and talking abt d&d too LMAOOOO

[cherrywade]

@soyboyantics YOU GET ME! ABSOLUTELY YES! and steve legit gets a nosebleed from it and eddie tries to take care of him but he can't cuz he's laughing too hard, he's legit on the floor laughing and steve is like "You're laughing. Im bleeding to death. And you're laughing." Which just makes him laugh harder and then they're both laughing but it's a good time!

Y'all i just know eddie munson can DANCE. Like, he's a musician, he's got rhythm, that boy can move. And the day steve finds out about this, his brain fucking shuts down.

Maybe he ends up at a club with eddie, nancy, and robin. Because robin had come to eddie one day after she and nancy got together and she'd just been talking to him about how she wished she could be with nancy in a public place and not have to worry. And eddie, ever the sweetheart was like "well i know a place you could go. I can take you guys if you want?" So he takes them to an lgbt friendly bar he knows down town. And sometimes they go by themselves but mostly its the girls and eddie, he's their "creep buffer" on the dance floor. And even they had been like "holy shit" when they saw him dancing.

But one day Eddie's in the video store and he's checking out and just nonchalantly says "im picking you up at 8 tomorrow right?" And robins just like "yep! And nancy might already be at mine. If not we'll have to grab her too" and eddie of course just like "yeah no problem" and steve is just standing there like ".....um... hello???? What's happening?" So they invite him too.

And he's nervous when eddie picks him up, eddie opens his fucking door for him. Says something about the passenger door sticking, but it looked fine to steve.

And then steve sees him dancing with the girls and just, stops functioning. He's staring, he knows this, cannot get his eyes to move away from eddie. Steve's sitting at their table, not really a dancer, at least not in public. And eddie comes back to the table, to chug the rest of his beer. And Steve is STILL staring. And eddie just stands there, looking at him as he sets his glass down slowly.

"Why is everyone always so suprised i can dance?" Eddie says, prompted by nothing steve can figure out. Steve shrugs, his mouth is dry, if he tried to swallow right now he swears he'd just hear a sad clicking sound. Eddie shakes his head as Steve keeps staring.

"Just cuz it's not my kinda music doesn't mean i can't dance to it Harrington." Eddie jokes, steve doesn't react, well he blinks, twice, maybe three times. Eddie blinks back and then...

He leans down, palms flat on the table, getting into Steve's space (but not close enough goddamn it). And he's like "better watch it, starin like that. Might give a guy the wrong idea." And he winks, and he grins but its... shy. And then he's gone. Back out on the dance floor dancing literal circles around robin and nancy, making sure no one unsavory gets too close.

And maybe eddie gets them all anotber round of beers, and he's sitting next to steve as they all rest at the table. Then nancys favorite song comes on and robin drags her away again and eddie just looks at steve, holds his hand out subtly by his thigh and is like "you wanna?" And tilts his head toward the crowd of dancing people. And steve flushes down to his chest and shakes his head. Eddie nods, smiles, and goes after robin and nancy, steve doesn't miss the disappointment in his eyes when he looks back at steve over his shoulder.

And then a slow song comes on. One steve actually knows, and kind of likes. He watches Robin and Nancy move together, swaying to the soft music, sees eddie heading for the table again, not wanting to dance alone to a slow song. His head is hung, his shoulders drooping a bit and that decides it. Steve stands quickly and walks to eddie, determined.

He bumps into Eddie, sliding his hands down his arms gently and grabbing Eddie's hands. He tugs him back toward robin and nancy a bit and then moves Eddie's hands so they're around his neck. Eddie gasps when Steve holds his waist. Steve hasn't looked at him yet, he's trying to focus on moving normally while being so close to eddie. Eddie's fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and steve sighs, relaxing a bit and letting eddie move them a bit more.

"Thought you didn't wanna dance." Eddie whispers, and steve looks up at him and is fucking floored by the look on Eddie's face. His eyes are wide, open, and he looks so goddamn fond that Steve's pretty sure his knees are gonna buckle. He presses his fingers into Eddie's waist gently, worring at his shirt.

"Changed my mind." Steve mumbles, his eyes dropping away from Eddie's face and then moving right back up to see that beautiful bright smile of his.

"Im glad." Eddie moves closer, one hand pushing up into Steve hair more, the other draped across his shoudlers as he holds Steve close, swaying side to side. Steve's brain isn't functioning, there are no thoughts at all in his head, the only sort of coherent thing he can think is Eddie's name. So he just wraps his arms tighter around Eddie's waist and lets him move them around the dance floor.

Steve goes with them to the club everytime after that. And if it takes him a few more weeks to gather the courage to actually dance with eddie when the music's fast, eddie isn't complaining, slow dancing with steve is always the highlight of his evening. Shit, the highlight of his fucking week. And if it takes steve another week after that, to finally ask eddie if he can kiss him one night when he's dropping eddie off at home, well, the soft look in Eddie's eyes when he nods and takes a step closer to steve, is definitely worth the wait.

[cherrywade]

Url Change!!!

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS URL WAS FREE IM GONNA HYPERVENTILATE!!! I've always wanted a werewolf url that was like...legit with all the right spellings and i got my boy!!!!

eddiemunsonmeltdowns -> -> -> werewolfpeterparker

@solvecrimeandjuicelimes @gayspacesprinkles @tinyboop @friendly-jester @m-rphy @imsodonewiththissite @badbadbucky @the-not-so-silent-back-up @joz-stankovich @kissingmyeyez @1gurgi1 @thevulturesquadron @legitcookie @soyboyantics @steveshairychest @starlightpoe @littlelovelylou

(Okay i added some of my new peeps I've been talking too but i just know I've forgotten someone! Or more than one someone! Just know i love you but i also have the object permanence of a toddler and immediately forget things that aren't directly in front of me!! I may change back to my Eddie one after Halloween but who knowsssss!?!?!?)

[z3nitsusgf]

he’s WHIPPED, which is good for you ig 😭 but he’s still the worst. he’s got it so bad, Stan Edgar himself is gonna have to pry you from his hands

still thinking abt the bath scenario with homelander :(

cw: nudity, implied nsfw, making out, he’s so annoying and s*ft here I think I’m gonna jump out a window

He can hear the soft thump of your heartbeat, the surprisingly relaxed nature of your breathing. You’re chest to chest, if he had any energy he’d probably he harassing you for a few minutes between your legs, but he settles for an ass grab here and there.

Homelander would stay here forever if he could. In the warmth of the bath, your forehead pressed against his while your shitty jazz music plays. What did you call it? Lo-fi? He doesn’t care.

He can see the droplets of water that kiss along your shoulder, your legs still hugging at his hips. He’s got both his hands holding your waist, he can see that his fingers are starting to prune from how long you’ve both been in here. You look like you’re falling asleep.

He nudges you with the tip of his nose, “Hey,” he hears you hum and he waits for your eyes to open before he’s saying, “gimme a kiss."

You twitch in his hold, chewing on your tongue. It’s strange, being this close to him. Face to face, where you can see the fine lines of his cheeks and the golden tan of his skin. The dark-tattooed mark visible on his wrist, usually hidden by his suit. He doesn’t have any scars, it’s impossible for him.

“Go on, I’m not getting any younger.” You resist the urge to curl your lips at him and comply, leaning towards his face and pecking his cheek, narrowly missing his lips.

Homelander scoffs at that, dragging you closer on his lap. Palming at your lower back, he’s feeling around a bit before pinching the top of your ass with lithe fingers, reveling in how you squirm with a startled yelp. Tsking at you with mock disappointment.

"Fuck was that, a kiss for your granny?" You narrow your eyes at him and he looks at you with mocking shock, his brow raised.

"Don't give me that look, kiss me right."

You sigh through your nose, tilting your face and pressing your mouth on his with a softness he's still not used to. Homelander hums contently, molding his lips with yours in a desperate way. Your fingers still splayed through his hair and tugging at them lightly.

He waits for you to part your mouth for air so he can sweep his tongue in. That garners a muffled sound from you, your nails scraping along the back of his neck while he sucks lightly on the tip of your tongue. He can smell your soap, the floral scent flooding his brain. Your mouth tastes like faint chocolate from his PR promotion, sweet and rich. And he’s turning his head so he can glide the slippery pink along the inside of your palate, over the ridges of your teeth and across the flat of your drooling tongue.

You'd think someone like Homelander wouldn't be so sloppy, that he wouldn't like how you swap the taste of each other's mouths - but he loves it. He loves it when he can see how flushed you get, body temperature rising and dopamine flooding through your veins. You're all hot and bothered by a little kiss, it's so cute. When he pulls away there are silvery webs of saliva that connect his tongue to yours, your lips kiss-swollen and he's got lidded eyes.

You whisper his name softly, puffing against his cheekbone.

"See, now that's a real kiss."

He says breathily, squeezing the plush of your naked waist and smirking at how you look away from him, shying away as you plant your palms on his pecs and push yourself back. You’d smack him if you knew it would do anything. You try not to squirm at the feeling of his dick pressed against your tummy, still a little dazed and foggy in the head. Homelander loves that look on you, maybe more then when you’re crying. The glassy eyes and parted damp lips, your cupids bow glistening.

Fuck the seven and Vought, he’s staying here for the rest of the damn week.

[love-toxin]

HEH. ur brain so big.....>:)

(1) Demon Eddie au-

There is a legend in Hawkins- about a serial killer who used dark magic or was possessed by a demon. What he did to his victims was so horrific, that he went down in history. Now, you’ve moved to this small, dumpy town and you’re eager to leave it all behind.

Insert Eddie the Freak, who resides in the upside down and cannot stay in normal reality for too long. He goes in and out- ageless and invincible, practically. All of his friends have died, and here he is- living, or surviving- barely.

N-NOT DEMON EDDIE IM-

hnghhhhh…..imagine…..it's been years since all those strange happenings in that tiny town in Indiana. you're a pretty young thing approaching the turn of the century in crappy old 1996 Hawkins, filled with little to nothing save for a couple farms, downtown, a new mall built in place of the one that burned a decade ago, and a bunch of oldies. not the way you wanted to spend the summer of your 18th year.

the only thing that differentiates Hawkins from any other small town in America is its storied past. news articles filled with crazy accidents line the local library–mysterious deaths, crooked lab shutdowns, missing persons reports, mass deaths, a serial killer, and alien theories. it's all bull as far as you're concerned, even though you're now one of very few young people populating Hawkins, since so many families have moved away to save their poor, innocent children from aliens and boogeymen.

surprisingly, though, you're tempted to believe one of those stories. one that you might be able to confirm yourself, because you've seen it. him. out in the woods.

some guy with long, greasy hair, and a worn out denim jacket over a stained white shirt and jeans. you first thought he was some creep coming to spy on anyone that came to make out at the picnic table behind the high school, but he was too….cautious. shifting his weight from foot to foot, humming along to some song and tapping the rhythm out on his leg with fidgety fingers. since you first saw him, you put your finger on the melody. an old Metallica song. interesting choice.

and because you see him more than once, and you're too curious to let it go, you take a look at some of those old newspapers. find the articles detailing how he murdered a cheerleader in his trailer and some kid out near the highway, his missing person's photo, some pictures you almost gloss over of him posing together with a bunch of kids for the Hawkins' Hellfire club group photo. 1986. that's the most recent year you can find photos from, the year that he died.

but you know it's him. this isn't some copycat or lookalike–he's wearing the Hellfire shirt, the same one from that photo, and the next time you see him he doesn't just watch you from the treeline. he comes up to the picnic table with a smile, asks if he can take a seat with you. you know his name, don't you? but he'll introduce himself anyways. Eddie the Freak. the name rolls off his tongue like he hasn't said it in a while.

and thus starts a new friendship….or something along those lines. there's been plenty of misinformation floating around the details of Hawkins' dark history, and Eddie turns out to actually be really sweet–and he's alive, or kind of, which is crazy in itself–so it doesn't make you hesitate in thinking that those stories aren't true. he just seems like a guy that was down on his luck and suffered some even worse misfortune upon trying to do the right thing.

oh, how naïve you are. you don't even realize what he's doing, how he's luring you in, making you safe and comfortable with him, even nurturing a romance with you, just to make it easier. easier to finally pull you into the upside down with him when it's time, and keeping you there with him forever, where he can have you all to himself for the rest of all eternity. how romantic, isn't it?

[cherrywade]

@soyboyantics YESSS!!! and eddie keeps making up different stories everytime someone asks him what happened. He tells lucas he was attacked my squirrel and ran into a door trying to escape, steve hears that one and just, holds back laughter so much that he's crying.

Also i JUST wrote a fic about steve giving eddie a nosebleed while playing basketball!!!!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣 my fics are on @thefatedthoughtofyou most of them are angsty with happy endings! If you're interested!!!

Y'all i just know eddie munson can DANCE. Like, he's a musician, he's got rhythm, that boy can move. And the day steve finds out about this, his brain fucking shuts down.

Maybe he ends up at a club with eddie, nancy, and robin. Because robin had come to eddie one day after she and nancy got together and she'd just been talking to him about how she wished she could be with nancy in a public place and not have to worry. And eddie, ever the sweetheart was like "well i know a place you could go. I can take you guys if you want?" So he takes them to an lgbt friendly bar he knows down town. And sometimes they go by themselves but mostly its the girls and eddie, he's their "creep buffer" on the dance floor. And even they had been like "holy shit" when they saw him dancing.

But one day Eddie's in the video store and he's checking out and just nonchalantly says "im picking you up at 8 tomorrow right?" And robins just like "yep! And nancy might already be at mine. If not we'll have to grab her too" and eddie of course just like "yeah no problem" and steve is just standing there like ".....um... hello???? What's happening?" So they invite him too.

And he's nervous when eddie picks him up, eddie opens his fucking door for him. Says something about the passenger door sticking, but it looked fine to steve.

And then steve sees him dancing with the girls and just, stops functioning. He's staring, he knows this, cannot get his eyes to move away from eddie. Steve's sitting at their table, not really a dancer, at least not in public. And eddie comes back to the table, to chug the rest of his beer. And Steve is STILL staring. And eddie just stands there, looking at him as he sets his glass down slowly.

"Why is everyone always so suprised i can dance?" Eddie says, prompted by nothing steve can figure out. Steve shrugs, his mouth is dry, if he tried to swallow right now he swears he'd just hear a sad clicking sound. Eddie shakes his head as Steve keeps staring.

"Just cuz it's not my kinda music doesn't mean i can't dance to it Harrington." Eddie jokes, steve doesn't react, well he blinks, twice, maybe three times. Eddie blinks back and then...

He leans down, palms flat on the table, getting into Steve's space (but not close enough goddamn it). And he's like "better watch it, starin like that. Might give a guy the wrong idea." And he winks, and he grins but its... shy. And then he's gone. Back out on the dance floor dancing literal circles around robin and nancy, making sure no one unsavory gets too close.

And maybe eddie gets them all anotber round of beers, and he's sitting next to steve as they all rest at the table. Then nancys favorite song comes on and robin drags her away again and eddie just looks at steve, holds his hand out subtly by his thigh and is like "you wanna?" And tilts his head toward the crowd of dancing people. And steve flushes down to his chest and shakes his head. Eddie nods, smiles, and goes after robin and nancy, steve doesn't miss the disappointment in his eyes when he looks back at steve over his shoulder.

And then a slow song comes on. One steve actually knows, and kind of likes. He watches Robin and Nancy move together, swaying to the soft music, sees eddie heading for the table again, not wanting to dance alone to a slow song. His head is hung, his shoulders drooping a bit and that decides it. Steve stands quickly and walks to eddie, determined.

He bumps into Eddie, sliding his hands down his arms gently and grabbing Eddie's hands. He tugs him back toward robin and nancy a bit and then moves Eddie's hands so they're around his neck. Eddie gasps when Steve holds his waist. Steve hasn't looked at him yet, he's trying to focus on moving normally while being so close to eddie. Eddie's fingers snake into the hair at the nape of his neck and steve sighs, relaxing a bit and letting eddie move them a bit more.

"Thought you didn't wanna dance." Eddie whispers, and steve looks up at him and is fucking floored by the look on Eddie's face. His eyes are wide, open, and he looks so goddamn fond that Steve's pretty sure his knees are gonna buckle. He presses his fingers into Eddie's waist gently, worring at his shirt.

"Changed my mind." Steve mumbles, his eyes dropping away from Eddie's face and then moving right back up to see that beautiful bright smile of his.

"Im glad." Eddie moves closer, one hand pushing up into Steve hair more, the other draped across his shoudlers as he holds Steve close, swaying side to side. Steve's brain isn't functioning, there are no thoughts at all in his head, the only sort of coherent thing he can think is Eddie's name. So he just wraps his arms tighter around Eddie's waist and lets him move them around the dance floor.

Steve goes with them to the club everytime after that. And if it takes him a few more weeks to gather the courage to actually dance with eddie when the music's fast, eddie isn't complaining, slow dancing with steve is always the highlight of his evening. Shit, the highlight of his fucking week. And if it takes steve another week after that, to finally ask eddie if he can kiss him one night when he's dropping eddie off at home, well, the soft look in Eddie's eyes when he nods and takes a step closer to steve, is definitely worth the wait.