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This file is literally titled "kisskissfallinlove" in my procreate (very accurately) and ngl i got a little carried away with the lighting..
Edit: check out the finished work here
#codywan#they kiss#it's what they deserve#obi wan kenobi#commander cody#ignore the ouran references i was thirteen once too#my art#the wip stage of my painty style is kinda a mess if i look at it#star wars#fanart#digital art#wip weekend#star wars fanart#kiss#wip
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Eddie texting Steve DO NOT OPEN THAT SNAPCHAT I JUST SENT PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
And Steve is like ??? Tf did you send me ?
And of course he’s insanely curious, but he’s a good friend and if Eddie sent something he didn’t mean to, he’s not gonna open it.
Eddie texts back 😔I sent you a dick pic I meant to send Robin. I have you both as thing 1 and thing 2 in my phone and I sent it to the wrong thing 😫
Steve sends back ???? Why were you sending my lesbian bestie a dick pic my guy????
And Eddie is like for the aesthetics? I need to know if I got a good angle
Steve immediately facetimes Robin and asks, “Why is Eddie sending you dick pics for the aesthetics?
Robin says, “Oh, because I’m objective and will tell him if his dongle looks weird.” Like it's a perfectly normal thing, like he's the weird one for even questioning it.
“Who is he sending the dick pics to after you approve them?” he asks, out of his mind with curiosity.
“How the hell am I supposed to know that? Why do you even want to know?” she asks.
He deflects and tells her that Eddie accidentally sent him a dick pic and that he can’t open it or he’ll see what Eddie dick looks like.
She lets him change the subject, but she's grinning at him like she sees right through him, sees through the deflection. He knows they're going to have to talk about his Eddie problem at some point.
Before they hang up, she says she’ll come over and delete it in the morning for him.
That should be enough to calm him down, that he doesn't have to deal with it alone, but Steve is perturbed all night. He wants to open the snapchat, wants to see what Eddie is sending other people. It feels like a violation of his privacy, though, because he didn't intend for Steve to see it.
So Steve sucks it up and leaves the entire app unopened, lest he be tempted. That doesn't stop him from thinking about it all night.
What kind of pictures is he sending people? What does his dick look like in these "aesthetic" pictures? He sneaks a hand into his underwear thinking about the kinds of pictures he might send Steve if he knew he was interested.
In the morning, Robin comes over and opens the snapchat for him - she doesn't let him see it, and she takes a selfie of herself holding up a peace sign so that Eddie knows it was her that opened the picture.
She says, “It was a really good dick pic,” to Steve, like that is at all helpful to his current situation.
He’s gonna be thinking about this for a long, long time, it seems.
#steddie#stranger things#platonic with a capital p#st ficlet#steddie ficlet#just a silly thing i had in my ideas doc#just slightly nsft#wip weekend#janai.doc
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Whooooo did this to you! 📝
thank you so much for asking for more of my whumpy boys 🫶
who did this to you | part 1 here
preceding snippets: 1st • 2nd • 3rd
Eddie exhales through his nose, ignoring the way he’s started to shake with all that panic that’s been sitting inside him for a little too long now with no way to let it out.
“Not much longer,” he mumbles under his breath again, or maybe he just thinks very hard, or maybe he doesn’t know where he is at all. It’s like he blanks every few seconds, too busy thinking and trying not to.
Before he can tell Harrington to talk some more about that friend of his, there’s a pained, confused little whine that forcefully tears his eyes off the road for a moment.
“Wh— Where… Where’re we going?”
Oh no.
“Why’m I in y—“
“You’re safe,” Eddie interrupts him, speaking slowly because suddenly his tongue is too big for his mouth.
He’s not entirely sure anymore if he’s reassuring Harrington or himself.
“You’re hurt, okay? I’m taking you to… to someone. My uncle Wayne, he’s— He knows about that kinda stuff. You were telling me about Rob. How about you tell me some more, hm?”
Eddie’s voice is unsteady and he’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding it. The thing is, he’s going to cry. He’s actually, absolutely, no-doubt-about-it going to scream and cry and punch a fucking hole into something when this day is over, when his van is no longer bloody, and when Steve Harrington won’t have reason to look at him any longer.
At first, through the ringing in his ears, he worries that Steve’s gone silent again, that he’s gonna ask again, ask what happened, ask where he is, ask all the questions that make Eddie feel like he’s been doused in ice water because they’re questions that only get asked in stupid movies where terrible things happen to people.
But then he hears him mumbling something. Numbers. Digits.
“What’cha mumbling there, Blue?”
“‘S her number,” Steve says, his voice slurring again, worse than before, and Eddie hits the gas a little harder. “‘S jus’ her number. Robbie’s number.”
And he mumbles again. Over and over and over, until Eddie couldn’t forget it if he wanted to, ingrained into the frayed edges of his mind now.
🤍🌷 wip weekend | make me write (please)
#steddie fic#steddie#who did this to you#make me write#wip weekend#i love that you’re all so obsessed with them what is happening 😭🤍
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WiP Weekend
Have to say the new episodes plus the movie have supercharged me so I have a lot of wips on the go! Here's a couple that are sitting at the top of my sketch pile - I'll finish them eventually!
This one was drawn a while ago but I still love it and want to colour it (and I need more Lady Noire and Mister Bug in my life)
A little Vesperia from my Bell the Cat fic
Aaaand some LiLuka sketches (yes it's a terrible ship but I love it because it's terrible)
#wip weekend#lady noire#misterbug#misternoire#vesperia#liluka#lila rossi#luka couffaine#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanart#miraculous ladybug fanart#selkie draws
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Shit writing Saturday <3
Haven’t done one of these in a while! To be fair… haven’t written smth I was excited to share in a while. Here’s this!! Lmk what you think 🥰🥰
Cody continues to stare, unseeing, out the viewport.
“I don’t know these stars,” he murmurs finally.
Kenobi says nothing. Cody knows he’s listening all the same.
“When I… grew up, on Kamino. There were rare cloudless nights. The seas would still for maybe only a few hours at a time, and the clouds would part around these brilliant points of light in a pitch black sky.”
He closes his eyes. He can just about see it; the rain-slicked platform, the cadets all hushing each other as they hurried outside, hoping no longnecks would catch them, no trainers would see them. Hoping that Fett himself was asleep, that his own cadet had been enough of a handful that day that Fett wouldn’t catch them either, all of them breaking rules.
“We would find our way around the biggest stars, first. The brightest. The ones that were always there. Those were our trainers. The guiding stars to direct us to where we needed to look. And then… we started naming the other stars. And we named them after ourselves. After each other. Our batchers, our squaddies, anyone. There were so many stars in the sky… but there were so many of us, too, what felt like enough to give each of those stars a name. The command formation has me, Bly, Fox, Wolffe, and Ponds, about two fingers’ width up from the star that was Alpha-17.
“Each of those names on that report—” Strato. Pusher. Scald. Cinder. Fuck, he knew where each of their stars was.
His eyes snap open again. Unfamiliar stars fall past him. It’s a cold sort of comfort, to distance himself from the urge to scream that rises in his throat.
“Cody,” Kenobi whispers, near silent.
He drops his forehead to his knees. “A swath of the sky has gone dark,” he replies. “And there’s nothing I can do.”
#dani writes#codywan#star wars#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#shit writing Saturday#wip weekend#this fic makes me insane actually#this shit came to me one night and then BOOM it was on the document idk about anything in between
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98 for Robin?
98. "Hold me back!"
Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!
This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3
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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time".
Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time".
She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets".
"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.
For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow.
They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out.
However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes.
Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in.
Robin has dealt with assholes from highschool before, she had to wear a sailor outfit with shorts for her last job for fucks sake, but she’s also never gotten into a physical fight with any schmucks from her forth period algebra class.
Steve on the other hand…
He’s on the other side of the counter all of a sudden, standing in between her and Tommy.
His expression seems neutral, but Robin can read the line of tension in his shoulders as Carol whispers something into Tommy’s ear.
"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says, her voice clipped and stony, "it's two for one Saturday and all the sections are labeled so you should be able to get in and get out".
"Come on, we just got here," Tommy scoffs, he's glaring openly at Steve while Carol seems to be scanning Robin, watching her carefully.
"Boy, you really do have a type huh Stevie," Carol sneers from Tommy's side, "at least this one plays an instrument, she's just as stuck up as Wheeler though from what I remember".
"If you guys don't want to rent anything, then leave," Steve says slowly, deliberately with wary hostility.
"You're suddenly so fucking tough huh?" Tommy scoffs, stepping closer towards Steve.
Carol moves with him but her eyes widen slightly in surprise, she grabs at his arm and pulls just slightly, "Tommy--"
"I'm not going to fight you man," Steve sighs, running a hand over his face and into his hair, Robin watches as his shoulders droop ever so slightly.
She knows Steve has complicated feelings about his former friends, they'd known one another for such a long time and those old feelings don't just disappear.
He'd been hurt to see Tommy and Carol gravitate towards Billy so easily. To egg him on as he bullied Steve their senior year, the tables turned so suddenly it was like whiplash.
Well, Steve may feel conflicted about his old shithead friends, but Robin has no such compunction.
"He won't but I will," Robin blurts out, the words run away from her faster than she can even catch up to them.
Steve closes his eyes, his expression pained while Tommy and Carol both turn to her with equal looks of surprise.
Huh, it's the first time in her life she's ever seen Carol Perkins speechless and it's glorious.
Robin lets the thrill of it carry her forward until she's stepped around the counter to stand beside Steve.
“Yeah, Steve's gonna have to hold me back,” Robin snarls as she grabs Steve’s hand and places it on her own shoulder.
Steve gives her a withering look as he mimes pulling a zipper over his own mouth.
"You let your bitch off her leash huh Harrington?" Tommy says with a lecherous grin as he stares at them both.
He lets out two barks and laughs again as he swings an arm around Carol's shoulder, her tinkling laugh joins his own and Robin can't believe this is even happening. Did she hit her head getting out of Steve's car this morning?
Fuck this.
"Funny stuff Hagan," Robin bites out, "your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth for all the nasty shit it gets to spew in public".
"What did you just say to me?" Tommy snarls as he stomps closer, his ears have turned a ruddy pink that matches the flush crawling up his neck.
Carol tries to reach for his arm, whispering, "just drop it Tommy, let's go," but he wrenches away from her and continues forward, only stopping as a flat palm catches him in the chest.
Steve stands his ground in front of Tommy, looking down his nose with cold eyes.
Steve told her about the last time he and Tommy had squared off. It was just before Robin spotted Steve outside the corner store while she waited for her mother to pay for their things, the aftermath that she hadn't thought much of at the time, but now…
Steve walks forward, using his height to his advantage to tower imposingly over Tommy, his face twisted into a vicious snarl that Robin has only seen one other time, underneath Starcourt.
"Get out, I don't want to tell you again Tommy," Steve says lowly under his breath, just loud enough that Robin has to strain to hear him.
Tommy's eyes narrow as his mouth pulls into a sneer, "and what are you gonna do about it, you're not scary Harrington," he grins despite taking a step back as Steve continues forward, pushing them towards the front door.
"I don't have to be scary, but I do have an in with your drug dealer and I can make it impossible for you to score for as long as you live in this godforsaken shithole".
"You're bluffing".
"Try me," Steve whispers just as the bell dings again at the front of the store. Tommy doesn't look away from Steve even as Carol exclaims a small, 'oh', beside him.
Robin smirks and leans back against the counter, raising her hand in an enthusiastic wave towards the entrance, "hey Eddie!"
Tommy curses under his breath and wrenches himself away from Steve, just in time to see the murderous expression on Eddie's face.
Carol takes the opportunity to grab at the sleeve of Tommy's shirt and drag him the last few steps away towards the door, they give Eddie a wide berth as they pass.
Tommy glares at Steve and Robin the entire way, muttering curses under his breath as Robin blows them a kiss with her middle finger.
The bell jingles again as the door swings open and falls gently closed, leaving them in an uneasy silence.
"You guys okay?" Eddie says quietly after a beat, he steps towards Steve, his brow pinched with concern.
Steve nods silently before turning towards Robin. She expects a lecture from the frown on his face but blinks in surprise as Steve pulls her into a tight hug.
"Don't do that again," he mumbles into her hair, she opens her mouth to speak, to insist that she doesn't need a babysitter like his gaggle of children.
"I know it's just Tommy," Steve breathes out as though reading her mind, "but I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you Robin, I mean it".
And all at once the fight drains out of her as Robin wonders just how she wound up with someone like Steve Harrington in her corner.
"I wasn't going to let them talk shit," she huffs, despite pressing even closer, she feels his head shake against her own.
"I can take a hit and I'm not going to let some asshole have a chance to go after you too," he says sharply.
Robin rolls her eyes and steps back just enough to look him in the eyes, "remember what your annoying child friend said, if you die, I die".
She shrugs at the incredulous expression on his face, "what? Smartest thing that kid has ever said".
"You're ridiculous," Steve whispers and there's so much warm affection in his voice as he squeezes her once more, that Robin has to bury her face in his shoulder to hide the sudden shine in her eyes.
Eddie seems to take this as his cue to move forward and let his hand rest on Steve's lower back, the pinched look fading slightly as he smiles at Robin.
"Well, my original plan was to take Stevie here, out after his shift, buuut I'm thinking the three of us are in need of a night on the town, what do you say Buckaroo?" Eddie asks with a waggles of his eyebrows and a wide grin.
"I'll come if you never call me that again," Robin says with as much of a straight face as she can muster.
Steve barks out a laugh as he leans into Eddie's side, "oh you've done it now Buckaroo".
Robin squawks and flaps her hands at Steve until he ducks away behind Eddie who immediately shields his face with his hands.
"You think way too highly of me if you think that's where I'm aiming," Robin says dryly, snorting as Eddie gasps and lifts a leg for further protection, prompting them both to collapse into a fit of giggles while Steve watches fondly.
They all eventually relax, falling into an easy conversation as Steve and Robin finish up the last of the morning duties. The tension from earlier fading away as Eddie sits on the counter top, with his eyes on the door, watching out, just in case.
#platonic stobin#robin buckley pov#steve harrington#eddie munson#tommy hagan#carol perkins#afewproblems writes#afewproblems answers#stranger things#we love protective steve harrington#protective robin buckley#robin buckley is ride or die#eddie munson is the supportive boyfriend that loves their shenanigans and is definitely hoping for robins approval#steve x eddie#more of this universe because I love the idea of these three being friends before season 4#wip weekend#I know no one voted for my askbox list but its been haunting me
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mrs. click's class, october 1983... with a little bit of a twist.
#tammy doesn't have mrs. click's class in this one oopsie#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#SORRY 2 STEVE I PROMISE I DON'T HATE HIM#robin's just going through a lot right now okay? and it's not going to get any better#bc this is a prequel to rebel robin: surviving the upside down#LMAOOO she's gonna go through it </3#also please clap i had to fight my ocd to say 'nancy goddamn wheeler'#wip weekend#WOOO
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Request for more "you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer?" for WIP Weekend.
Steve sighed and leaned the bat against the counter, before putting his hands on his hips. “Munson. You aren’t supposed to be doing dumb shit.”
“I’m not. I’m making French Toast.”
Steve pinched his nose and sighed. “Vanilla?”
“Check.”
“Cinnamon?”
Eddie held up the shaker with a shit eating grin. “Is it ground or is it cinnamon?”
Steve tried so hard to not laugh at that, but he did snort. The man who broke into his house to make him breakfast cheered in triumph.
“Splash of milk?”
“I used the creamer, actually. Your jug was empty.”
“You are a god amongst men, actually,” Steve said with all of the dramatics that he could master. “I might have to marry you.”
“Stefano! We haven’t even kissed yet!”
Steve sucked his lips into his mouth and held them there firmly in an effort to not start giggling. It wasn’t even that funny, but his lips tried to tug into a smile anyway.
“Okay. You’re right. But we haven’t made out yet.”
“Wanna fix that?”
“After breakfast.”
#wip weekend game#wip weekend#make me write#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve stranger things#eddie stranger things#steddie#you mean it isn’t normal to cuddle your drug dealer
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insect 3x3!
i’m posting more than three sentences but i was honestly excited to share this bit with everyone :)
NSFW Noah x Reader under the cut ♥️
"I questioned everyone I knew at that party." Noah breathes, nuzzling into your hair and inhaling the scent of your shampoo. "Damn near threatened the guy who hosted the party to help me find you." He presses into you, grinding into your ass slowly.
You tilt your head to the side granting him more access to your neck. Noah takes full advantage and starts to bite and suck on your flesh. He slides his hand up to your face, turning it back to look at him.
"I'll do anything, beautiful. Anything to feel you around my cock again."
#noah sebastian#bad omens#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian fic#noah sebastian fanfic#wips#wip weekend#fic: i’m a winged insect you’re a funeral pyre
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Coming along! It's only been in progress for like, 2 years.
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"Steddie Bodyswap" for wip weekend please!
Thank you so much for the ask, and about one of my pet projects, too! 🖤💛
“Have fun at school today, Robs, Eddie spaghetti! Ace those tests, don’t take any suspicious looking candy from strangers,” Eddie sing-songed, wagging a finger at them in a parody of scolding suburban parenthood, and, oh, clearly he thought he was goddamn hilarious.
While Robin’s brow wrinkled in amused confusion, Steve discreetly shot him the bird.
Eddie’s only answer was to grin, sending him a knowing wink. “All I’m saying is...try not to do anything I wouldn’t do!”
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#brotp: three muskequeers#bodyswap#my writing#my stuff#my fic#wip weekend#steddie bodyswap au#bodyswap au
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WIP Weekend Snippet
The title says WIP but this bitch is FINISHED
Anyway, here's a little sneak peek at my Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins fic--- now titled "(if someone asked me at the end) i'd tell them put me back in"--- as I prepare to begin posting to ao3
Steve glances over his shoulder only to meet the barrel of a gun. He stiffens and drops Dart, trusting the demonspawn to land on his feet, before shoving Eddie behind him as well. “What do you think you’re doing?!” Steve hisses, glancing at the street to make sure nobody else can see Nancy pointing a gun at him.
“I knew something was up,” Nancy says, her eyes narrowing as she rolls her shoulder to push Mike’s hand off. “You have two seconds to explain the demodog before I blow your head off.”
“Okay, first of all, two seconds is not nearly enough time to explain anything,” Steve says, and because humor has never failed him before, he adds, “And, honestly, you’re not my first choice for any kind of blowing.”
He hears a snort from behind him and can’t help a slight grin even as Nancy becomes visibly more confused and Mike scrunches his nose in disgust. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Nancy asks, her hands lowering slightly, which Steve would take as a win if the gun wasn’t now pointing at his dick. He can even feel the phantom pain of getting his dick blown off, and it takes every ounce of control to not cover his crotch with his hands.
“It’s called humor. Great for diffusing situations,” Steve explains, keeping his eyes on the gun and praying Nancy doesn’t accidentally pull the trigger. “Look, I get it. That’s a scary puppy that just jumped on me, and you’ve dealt with much meaner ones before, but can we please take this inside? I promise you can keep threatening to shoot my dick once we’re off the porch.”
That, apparently, is what gets Nancy to realize where she’s pointing. She hesitates for a few seconds before clicking the safety back on and lowering the gun.
I'm in the process of moving, so I'm not sure when exactly I'll be able to post the first chapter, but it'll definitely be in the next few days!
In the meantime, you can either subscribe to my ao3 or keep an eye on my Tumblr for a link when it is posted!
#steddie#steddie fic#wip weekend#modern steve in 80s hawkins#steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#i'm so excited to post this fic you guys have no clue#i've been working on it since july#this bitch is over 100k#y'all really ain't ready fhjsdk#my writing
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coach Davis moodboard AND 3x3 please!!
For you and @nerdraging4point0
Coach Davis
You can't do this right now. You slam the locker shut and collapse against it. Groaning, you screw your eyes shut tight and pinch the bridge of your nose in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. You hope you never see Coach Davis again. Who died and made him God like the fuck. Has he even coached a day in his life? You push off the locker and say goodbye to Jessie and Syndey before heading out the door.
Somehow you find yourself at Coach Crawford’s office just a few doors away from the locker. Your hand hovers over the doorknob as your brain battles between running away and giving Coach Davis a mouthful, you are the captain of the team after all and Coach Crawford has supported you since day one.
“Coach I need to-” Your hasty demand dies instantly and your feet turn into cement when you spot Coach Davis doing push-ups in front of Coach Crawford’s desk.
“99, 100!” Coach Davis grunts as he jumps up from the ground. When he turns to face you, all of your pent-up tenacity and wit plummets to your stomach. “I knew you’d come,” Coach Davis smirks as he wipes himself off with a towel. His muscles flex with every minute movement. How could something so simple be so arousing?
@chels3a-smile @princessmarshmallowx @crimson-calligraphyx @darling-arwen-rose
@deathblacksmoke @mysticdoodlez @itsmrsfuentes @tearfallpixie
@cncohshit @circle-with-me @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens @cookiesupplier
@agravemisstake @whenthesummerdies @iknownothingpeople@nerdraging4point0
@dominuslunae @xxrainstorm @lyschko666 @kingdxmxfcxrds @the-ancient-fae
@measuredingold @to-be-written @lacktoesandtoddlerants @koskeepsake
@blackveilomens @monotoniscreaming @trvshdxddy @emzandthevoid @midnight-eternals @nyxthedestroyerofworlds
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Hello hello my friend, I’m here hopefully asking for more who did this to you ❤️
the audacity of you 😔 i cannot believe it. you’re so lucky i’m not a man of my word 🤧🤍 (jkjk this made me laugh) however, this is not a direct follow-up to snippet no. 7, and rather somewhere in the middle. i hope that’s fine 🫶
who did this to you | part 1 here
earlier snippets: 1st • 2nd • 3rd • 4th • 5th • 6th • 7th
Eddie is in the kitchen, anxiously biting at his nails as he watches Wayne talk to Harrington the same way he does to the stray cats that sometimes make their way through the trailer park. It’s the same way he talked to Eddie all those years ago. His I’m not gonna hurt you voice. His I know better than you and I will use that to help you voice.
It’s unsettling, hearing it right now. Hearing it directed at Steve Harrington out of all people in this godforsaken hell hole of a town.
“…and I’m gonna stay with you, make sure that doctor knows what he’s talking about when he says you’ve got a really, really bad concussion and possibly a broken rib or two, boy. Okay? Dr Clarke won’t make me leave. He’s gonna help you. You need help, kid. And you’re going to get it, I’m gonna make damn sure of that. Okay?”
Harrington, his eyes red rimmed now, takes a while to react, but Eddie has a feeling it’s not because of the concussion turning his brain into a hurting wad of cotton. It’s because he, too, is very much like a scared, stray cat who somehow found his way into Wayne’s care and doesn’t know yet how to trust.
“Okay,” he breathes at last, and Eddie’s shoulders sag in relief. He remembers the fear, the panic, the plea for no hospital, Eddie. Can’t go there.
Why not? You need a doctor—
Monsters. Only monsters there.
“Okay. But I’m scared.”
Eddie can see Wayne’s nod, can see him lay his hand on Harrington’s shoulder and dip his head to look at him, to catch his eyes and hold them.
“Then we do it scared.”
And that’s just about Eddie’s breaking point, his eyes stinging again, his mind screaming at him to leave, to run away, to not think about whatever monsters in hospitals boys like Harrington are so afraid of. To not think about the tremor in his hands, not think about Said I’ll go blind. Or deaf. Or just… die.
You won’t die, Steve.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay. That’s good.
In the end, Eddie does run. Out of the kitchen, out of the trailer, outside so he can breathe again. Heave them in and fill his lungs with air so the scream won’t burst free.
He doesn’t even know what he would scream. Or maybe he does. Maybe something along the lines of, Who the fuck are you, Steve Harrington?
#LAST ONE FOREAL GUYS!!!!#steddie fic#steddie#who did this to you#wayne munson is the best in every universe pass it on#make me write#wip weekend#EXCEPT IT’S WEDNESDAY
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WiP Weekend
Been busy working on stuff and my wips keep piling up
Slowly getting closer to posting a chapter of...something. We'll see
Until then, I've been doing some concept doodles including a Mousedrien (mostly just trying to figure out shapes and colouring ideas) and a design concept that may or may not mean something for Bell the Cat
#they're pretty messy but we allow that since its wip/concept stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i am probably spending too much time thinking about the lore for bell the cat#half of it might not even come up#oh well#at least i know it exists#adrien agreste#mouse!adrien#plagg#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug au#miraculous ladybug fanart#miraculous fanart#wip weekend#selkie draws
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WIP weekend
The omega Eddie fic is spiralling out of control (what else is new, hype?), demon Eddie is finally about to get some action again, and I'm allowed to start sharing bits of my rbb fics soon, wheeee!
Send me an emoji and I'll write and share three sentences from that fic.
The two RBB fics are a bit of an exception, as I may only share spoiler-free bits, so you'll get a snippet of my choosing from any place within the fic. (I'm good to share snippets starting 3rd February. Feel free to send in asks now and I'll answer them as soon as I'm allowed.)
🦇 Possession
🔥 Omega Eddie
🐠 rbb fic 1
☀️ rbb fic 2
Snippet from 🔥
(CW: omegaverse, forced heat)
And, well… shit.
Because that obviously means he's not in hell, even though that is beginning to look like the preferable option here. Most things, honestly, seem wildly preferable Eddie's current situation.
Waking up to find himself neck-deep in his first heat in literal years should be bad enough, shouldn’t it?
Coming to the realization that the atrocious wallpaper you're currently staring at and the pillow you're currently humping belong to the most infuriatingly pretty himbo alpha in town? Seriously? Can't a guy catch a break here?
The answer to that question, apparently, is no, because that is the moment he hears a door open. Eddie yelps and yanks a random blanket over himself to cover up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, knock, will you?”
Steve lets out an entirely un-alpha-like shriek and flinches so hard that the tray in his arms tips and the contents go spilling all over the floor. He swears and drops to his knees to gather everything back up. There's candy bars and several cans of drinks and fucking sandwiches - peanut butter and jelly, cut into little triangles with the crusts removed. Eddie is starting to wonder about potential side effects of the drugs they gave him, because clearly he must be seeing things.
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#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie brainrot#steddie fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#wip ask game#wip weekend
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