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c-is-for-circinate · 11 months

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Kind of want to toss more snippets of things that probably won't become long extended fics up onto tumblr. So: Eddie/Chrissy, with deeply bisexual ADHD disaster child Eddie, because we deserve it. (Also background hints of Steve/Nancy, but rest assured Eddie is 100% projecting and highly incorrect about that dynamic.)

Chrissy lives, through sheer dumb luck -- a tape shoved into a player out of some vague idea in the back of Eddie's mind that he could be smooth, could maybe help a pretty girl who for some godforsaken reason seemed to like him have a good time -- and it's great, it's incredible, it's more luck than any of them should've ever dared hope for--

And Eddie is thrilled, obviously. Terrified out of his mind, pretty sure he should be running for the hills, but. Chrissy Cunningham is alive, and for some bizarre, unfathomable reason, she seems to like him.

It's just...jesus christ, what is he supposed to do with that?

It's not that Eddie doesn't like girls. Girls are pretty, and smell good, and have curves in places he's maybe imagined putting his hands a time or two (thousand), and have generally starred in at least thirty to forty percent of his favorite jerk-off fantasies for the past several years. But the general class of females of approximately his own age in Hawkins, Indiana have heretofore been somewhat disinclined to follow up on Eddie's occasional flirtations, and somehow he doesn't think the other skill set is going to be much help here.

It's just...look. Eddie knows, he knows goddamn well that for ninety-nine point nine percent of guys like him, whose eyes skate over the slope of a gentleman's broad shoulders as readily as the swell of a lady's hips, that the easy road would mean playing straight for sixty-some-odd years, marrying a nice girl who doesn't ask too many questions, and maybe getting the occasional blowjob in a truck stop bathroom from a pretty boy you pretend you don't want half as much as you actually do. Of course he knows that. He's given those blowjobs, a lot more often than he's ever had a nice girl like Chrissy Cunningham look at him twice. Because that's the thing, isn't it, once again the Munson luck striking right at the heart of things. Once again, Eddie isn't like every other guy in Hawkins or Indiana or, fuck, the whole damn world probably. Can't just do things the normal way. Has to do everything opposite, and look where that's gotten him lately.

Truck-stop bathrooms are easy. The grit of them, the feel of cold tile through thin denim, the taste of latex and the smell of musk and sweat and come, a thick-fingered hand in his hair and the press of tight muscle under his fingertips, the rush of knowing that even on his knees, he's the one with the power here -- it's good. It's so good, the back rooms of that bar in Indy where one flash of his fake ID gets him an all-access pass to all the sex a boy could want, no strings attached. Slipping into that space is almost as easy, as natural, as slipping into the DM's seat at Hellfire. He doesn't even have to change his look, just makes sure the bandana is tucked into the correct pocket and they come to him, ready to let Eddie take the reins and drag them into something just painful enough to be really satisfying when they make it through to the end.

That's the thing about being a freak. That's the thing, that's always the thing, the backwards mixed-up thing in Eddie's brain that had him reading Tolkien before he turned nine but can't get through one Charles Dickens novel without wanting to scrape himself out of his own skin. He can calculate probabilities and percentage tables for a D&D game in his sleep but can't sit still through a single math class. It took less than a week to get note-perfect on the entire Master of Puppets guitar solo and six years might not be enough to graduate high school.

So yeah, Eddie knows how to be a freak and a faggot, can take a grown man to pieces with his hands and his voice and his dick if he just clicks into that zone where he has all the power to shape the world the way he wants it. That doesn't mean he has any goddamn idea what to do when Chrissy Cunningham smiles at him like that and he trips over his own feet.

He should be looking at Harrington. Steve goddamn Harrington is striding around like that, absolutely shirtless, streaked in dirt and his own blood like some goddamn primal warrior come to life. That would be safe. Safer. Something. Pretty boy in just the right amount of pain, Eddie should be enjoying the eye candy, but he can't because: 1) they're literally in hell and monsters could come after them at any time, 2) Nancy Wheeler apparently has a bedroom full of actual guns and is still in love with her ex-boyfriend, so Eddie's pretty sure he'd better keep his eyes to himself if he wants to keep them at all, and 3) far more importantly than all of that, Chrissy is scared enough to be holding his hand and he's terrified that his palms might be sweating. She's so pretty. He wants her to actually like him so, so badly. This is an absolute nightmare.

"You doing okay?" he asks Chrissy quietly, letting her lean on his arm to help her over some rough terrain when they have to take a detour around a knot of vines. She clutches at his sleeve and smiles timidly, putting on a brave face that makes Eddie want to do something insane like find a suit of shining armor just so he can bow to her in it.

"We're going to be fine," she says. "We just have to get to Nancy's house and it'll all be okay. Right?"

"Gonna let Wheeler make you a a total badass with a gun?" Eddie asks, and then mentally kicks himself. Who flirts with a girl by calling her a total badass? How do smooth guys flirt with girls if they stick around past the initial five minutes of inviting them to come see your band, which literally no girl has ever actually said yes to before? Eddie isn't even sure he has a band any more, if Chrissy's ex-boyfriend has anything to say about it, which means he's kind of out of ideas.

Eddie has one blinding, insane moment of wondering what would Jason Carver do here? before he almost chokes on his own tongue. Fuck. He really can't do this.

"Maybe," Chrissy says, a little shy, and slides her hand down his arm to slip her palm into his again. "Do you think I could?"

There's a smudge of dirt on her perfect nose. Eddie wants to lick it off. Oh god he's a freak. You can't lick cheerleaders. Fuck, Eddie doesn't even know how to go down on a girl. Fuck, why did he think about that. It doesn't matter! He's never going to get the chance! Chrissy is never going to want him to touch her like that anyway!

"I think if the last few days have proven anything, it's that literally anything is possible," Eddie says, and then realizes he just implied that Chrissy being a badass is even more unlikely than alternate dimensions, which is probably even worse than calling her one in the first place, and holy shit, how is it even possible to be this awful at this? Why is she still standing here with him? "I mean, I could even stop being a coward who apparently runs away from absolutely everything, which I've discovered I am now, that's how weird things are, so yeah, compared to that, Chrissy, I think you could absolutely be a badass if you wanted to be."

"I don't think you're a coward," Chrissy says, and she's stepping closer, why is she stepping closer, tucking their arms together. "I mean, I couldn't even run away. He would've gotten me right there, if you hadn't..."

"Luckily I think Harrington and Wheeler are big enough heroes for all of us." Eddie catches sight of them up ahead, Wheeler on point like a hunting hound leading the way, Harrington keeping watch on all sides with that flashlight ready to spring into action at any minute. It should probably be Harrington back here with Chrissy, if he and Wheeler weren't so obviously the perfect battle couple together. Hell, even Buckley, who's up front with Nancy right now and who Eddie knows he clocked checking out Chrissy's legs earlier. She's awkward, yeah, but on her it'd be endearing, and maybe Chrissy deserves better than cowardly asshole boys for a while anyway.

She definitely deserves better than Eddie. She tugs him out of the way of a vine half a second before he trips over it in the dark, like a klutz and a dumbass, and Eddie curses himself for a failure.

#C writes stuff #stranger things #snippets #Chrissy Lives AU #hellcheer #look I APPRECIATE the chemistry these two have greatly #I just think more fic about them needs to let Eddie be 1) extremely queer even when he likes a girl #and 2) an unmitigated flailing dork

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ihasafandom · 1 year

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One Line, any Fic

@bakagaka tagged me

Rules: pick any 10 of your WIP fics (or finished; go nuts), scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

Same with Bakagaka, I'm totally up for any questions/thoughts/discussions about any of these or anything else I've written.

Couldn't decide on just 10 and dunno if I have 10 friends on here let alone ones that are currently writing so I'll split the difference.

Tagging @that-which-they-defend @arbitrarity @fabledbrush @pulchrasilva @cupidsbower @glassesblu @inklesspen @bluemoonhoundsart @argentdandelion

Mostly Movie!Venom, a bit of Homestuck and some original worldbuilding, in order of how recently I've worked on them.

Horizontal Gene Transfer (Mitochondria is the Powerhouse of the Cell): <<[WITH] (host-other-self[EDDIE]) YES. ALSO (pasthost-dog[Gemini]), (pasthost-human-ally-friend[ANNE]), (pasthost-human[Maria]), MORE.>>

Roll for Investigation: "Eh, he’s some kinda brainweird, some kinda mutant or enhanced or whatever, and probably some kinda queer. What kind? I dunno, nunna my business."

We Like Being Like This: "WHAT DOES ANNE’S WARPAINT HAVE TO DO WITH FOOD?"

Aro/Ace 5+1 Sex: “Ah. I don’t know, Vee. I’m not sure I’m really up to much in the way of touch right now.”

Untitled: It traced their connection, flowing up and through the writhing puddle of symbiotic mass overlaying and abutting their mammalian body on a plane just above, every host cell a doorway to the bridge between the planes which Eddie inhabited and the pocket where the majority of their klyntar body lay.

Cancer: And little by little she did, a few tears at first but soon sobbing desperately into his shoulder and clutching at the clump of silky flesh that was sprouting from his back to hold her hand. They held her up as she crashed, cradled her as she crumbled, and kept up a steady stream of comforting babble while she wrung herself out.

Quadrants: Concupiscent Pity - Red Romance - Is a complacent quadrant. You have no desire to fix or change your potential partner; if they improve too much they no longer need your pity and if they get much worse they're no longer worth throwing your genes with.

Spawn a Baby: Eddie raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the evidence of live prey all over their apartment.

“FOR THE LAST TIME WE ARE NOT EATING SONNY AND CHER."

Depression Eddie: While it would normally be perfectly happy with them wearing whatever was lying around, and it knew that most humans’ senses of smell were not nearly as acute as its own chemo-sensory array (or even Eddie’s since they had augmented his scent receptors), it still felt instinctively risky to advertise an ongoing weakness more than necessary.

5+1 Separation: Of course, this only makes the separation worse; a mental quilt with half its fabric suddenly and violently ripped out; the chessboard now a patchwork of holes with bare threads holding any of it together.

ABOquest: (human) “Female” & ”male” secondary traits correlated to immune system. Healthy groups have a variety and betas are a bit more attracted to groups with both variety and F/M traits not highly represented in their own group to help diversify the immune stuff.

You Think You're Helping: "You are so very, very lucky that we convinced them to condense and shore up their redundancies rather than eliminate them for efficiency, or you'd be holding nothing more than dead bodies right now and their lawyer would be drawing you up and quartering you right now."

Headworld: It is extremely dangerous, the magic levels enough to quickly warp anything exposed for more than a few minutes. Dwarves wear hazmat suits and pass through many levels of decontamination when they have to go aboveground.

#meme #writing meme #my stuff #text #my writing #writing #venom #homestuck

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