All things Steddie

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[aliea82]

Welcome to the Apocalypse Eddie Munson

Chapter 1

The night was still, quiet.

Eddie Munson sat in his trailer, smoke curling up from his left hand were he held a cigarette, while his right gripped the handle of an axe, his eyes not moving from the window that gave the only view out of the trailer.

Two nights ago hell broke into Hawkins, two nights ago, the ground ripped itself apart and two nights ago creature’s unlike anything seen before started lurking in the shadows attacking people, pulling them into the cracks in the ground.

For two nights Eddie had heard screaming, the type of screaming that sang to a very primal part of the human soul, it was a scream that said to run, to not come find me, it’s too late for me, so run, run as fast as you can.

Eddie had spent the last two days reinforcing the trailer, covering the windows with wood, metal, whatever he could find.

He also spent it terrified.

Wayne had been at work when it happened, when the ground ripped apart, and they had been in contact once, Wayne telling him to stay put, to batter down the hatches and to not go outside. Wayne was safe. He would come get Eddie when he could.

Unfortunately, the phone lines went down not long after, and he hadn’t heard from his uncle since.

Bringing the cigarette to his mouth, he took a long drag, the red glow at the end reflecting in his dark eyes. As he blew out the smoke, he wished he had something stronger, his weed supply having run out the day before. Taking the last drag, he put it out in the ashtray next to him, picked up his last can of beer, and finished that off also.

He had limited food left, he had no power at all, the power having been knocked out the night the earth split open, so he had eaten what was left in the fridge and now had a few cans of ravioli left and he wasn’t really looking forward to eating it cold.

Sitting back in his chair, he kept watch, but tonight was unusually quiet compared to the last two nights, and part of him wanted to just rest, telling him he was safe.

But he had seen them, the monsters. Some walked on all fours, almost seeming to sniff at the ground, like a dog, even though it had no face, so no nose. He had also seen one of the bigger ones, close to seven foot tall, arms long ending in clawed fingers, its head the same as the smaller ones but Eddie had seen it open, like a flower, a flower with hundreds of teeth.

He wasn’t afraid to admit that he had stayed hidden, hands over his ears face buried in his knees as it had grabbed a neighbour, her screams piercing, terrifying to the point Eddie was sure the sound would live with him for all time.

Most everyone in the trailer park had left, or like himself, built mini forts, hoping to keep the monsters out. It was a basic human hope that they could do anything against those things, that they could fortify against them, but Eddie knew, if one of them decided to get in to his home they would rip it to shreds in minutes.

So he stayed awake. He watched out the only window that wasn’t covered with an axe over his knees, ready for what could happen.

He had no clue what time it was when he saw him, Steve fucking Harrington, running with a bat in hand, running like his life depended on it.

Standing he made his way closer to the window, watching as Steve skidded to a stop and diving behind a car, crouching down, bat held tightly as he caught his breath. Eddie kept watching till Steve slowly looked over the top of the car.

Following Steve’s look, Eddie heart kicked up as one of the tall ones appeared from the tree line moving slow, but moving straight to where Steve was hidden.

Gripping the axe hard, he looked back at Steve, who was crouched back behind the car, leaning his head against his hands that held the bat, a bat that seemed to have things sticking out of it.

Eddie knew he should step back, should go hide, but unlike his poor neighbour, Eddie knew Steve, had talked to him, had gone to classes with him, had even formed a stupid ridiculous crush on him. So instead, he grabbed the torch he kept next to his chair and waited till Steve looked back up before turning it on. 

He knew the monsters didn’t see the way humans did, no eyes, so he hoped this worked, hoped the monster wouldn’t notice as Steve stared towards the only window Eddie hadn’t boarded up.

“Come on.” Eddie muttered, turning the torch on and off a few times, hoping Steve realised someone was trying to help.

Looking up, he saw the monster was still moving slowly, bending now, its muzzle on the ground, sniffing, or whatever it was they did to track prey. It was a good ten feet away from Steve when Steve moved.

It was like watching a horror movie.

Steve was up on his feet, running to Eddie’s trailer, his feet not even slipping.

Dropping the torch, Eddie moved to the door, opening it as Steve bounded up the steps and didn’t stop till he was inside.

Closing the door, Eddie locked it, then grabbed the draws he had placed next to it in case he needed to reinforce the door for any reason, and this seemed like a good reason. As he struggled, it suddenly moved easier, and he looked up to find Steve helping him.

Once it was in place, Eddie moved back to the window and searched the darkness.

“It won’t have left.” Steve breathed as he joined him.

Glancing at him, Eddies eyes widened.

Steve was dressed like he was made for the apocalypse. He had on cargo pants, a shirt, over which he wore a black combat jacket, and then over that he had on a tack vest that had multiple pockets, pockets that were full. He also had a gun at his hip, a knife strapped to his thigh, and a damn machete at his back.

“Jesus H Christ.” Eddie stared.

Steve glances at him, his eyes dark in the night. “Hey Munson, thanks for the extract.”

“Not really an extract, just a more secure hideout.”

Steve just nodded, looking back out the window.

“Why won’t it leave?”

“Blood.” Steve said as if it was obvious.

“Blood?”

Steve stepped back, looking down at his hand. It was dark, but Eddie could see the blood, its colour darker than Steve’s skin.

“Shit, you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, one of them caught my arm. Which is annoying, I liked this jacket.” Steve looked further up his arm, and Eddie could make out the rips through the thick material.

“Bloody hell.” Eddie muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, take it off, I’ve got first aid stuff.”

“It’s fine, it can wait.” Steve tried to reassure, but Eddie didn’t like how blood was now dripping onto the floor of his trailer.

“If that thing-“

“Demogorgon.”

“Demogorgon....wait, what?” Eddie frowned. “That is not a Demogorgon.”

Steve shrugged, “it’s what the kids call it, I just went with it.”

“Kids? What the hell are you-“ he was cut off as a roar sounded, causing them both to look out the window.

“Told ya.” Steve whispered.

Eddies heart was racing, his hand tightening on the axe. “if that thing, Demogorgon, whatever can follow blood, I highly recommend we sort your arm out.”

Steve was still looking out side, eyes searching. “Fine, sure, whatever you think best.”

Shaking his head, Eddie went and got his first aid kit while Steve shrugged out off the vest and jacket.

“Why were you out there anyway?” Eddie asked as he brought the kit back over to his chair and table, opening it up as Steve rolled up the sleeve to his long sleeved shirt.

“Its...complicated.” Steve hissed as he tried to go over the wounds on his arm.

“Here...let me.” Eddie held up a pair of scissors walking over to Steve, passing him the torch to hold as he started to carefully cut up the sleeve. “Why is it complicated?”

Steve was watching him as he cut, staying still. “I was trying to find the start of the gate.”

“The gate?”

“That is what the splits In the earth are called, they are Gates to something called the Upside down...anyway, I was looking for the start of this part of it, trying to understand why it starts where it starts.”

“Oh...did you get your answers?” Eddie finished cutting up the sleeve, revealing three long gashes along Steve’s upper arm. “Jesus...”

Steve lifted his arm slightly to inspect the wound.

“I’ve had worse and to answer your question, yes and no. We kind of knew it started where that girl died, Chrissy. We just had to be sure.”

Eddie stilled at the mention of Chrissy. He had been so caught up in fear in the last two days that he hadn’t really thought about her. But ever since her death, he had been feeling an over whelming sense of guilt.

Chrissy had been on her way to see him when she was killed. He had been unable to pick her up as planned, and she had said she would make her own way to him. But of course she never made it, found by a dog walker just outside the trailer park, in the woods, her body apparently broken so bad the person that had found her hadn’t been able to speak, they were so shocked.

“We also wanted to work out why she was where she was when she died, I mean, she lived the other side of Town and had no friends close to here, so why was she in the woods?”

Eddie busied himself, pulling things out of the first aid kit as Steve talked.

“Anyway, that is where the gate starts, this one at least.”

“This one? How many are there?” Eddie asked as he started to clean Steve’s arm.

“Ow...careful.” Steve hissed, trying to pull his arm away, but Eddie held it still.

“Thought you said you had worse?”

“I have, doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.” Steve relaxed slightly as Eddie kept going. “As to your question, there are four. The one near here, one starts at lover’s lake, one just east of here and the other west, at the old Creel house. They all join in town, at the library.”

“Fuck...I didn’t know.”

“You wouldn’t, the town is a ghost town, phone lines are down, and with the power being out, information is hard to come by.” Eddie was placing gauze over the cuts as Steve looked at him, and Eddie realised just how close they were. “I’m surprised you’re still here, I thought most people had left.”

“My van died, and I was able to contact my uncle before the phones went down. He told me to stay, that he would come get me.” Picking up a bandage, he started to wrap Steve’s arm.

“I’m sure he would love to, but Eddie, all roads in and out have been blocked. Only those leaving can get out, and no one is allowed in.”

“Oh.” Was all he could say as he finished, his hand dropping to his sides as he looked at Steve.

Steve lowered the torch as he gave Eddie a sad smile.

“This is selfish, but I’m glad you’re still here, I’m not sure I would have been able to kill another of those things.”

Eddie blinked, stunned, “another?”

“Yeah, two was enough for one night.” Steve laughed as he turned, picking his jacket up and pulling it back on.

“Two? Jesus Harrington...what are you doing?”

“I need to get back.” Steve answered as he pulled on the vest that had the machete attached to the back of it.

“Back? Back where?”

“Go get your stuff.”

“What? Wait...Steve, you can not go back out there.”

“I have to, and you’re coming with me.”

“No...no, not happening.” Eddie shook his head, eyes wide.

“You can’t stay here, Munson. The Demogorgon’s are increasing in number as more are drawn to the gates, and you won’t be safe here, not alone. So you are coming with me.”

Eddie felt like arguing and felt like hiding, like he had that first night. But he knew Steve was right, and wasn’t that just annoying.

“Shouldn’t we wait till its light out?”

“Maybe...but I can’t stay, I have to get back to the others.”

“Others? I’m guessing that’s the ‘We’ you were talking about.”

“Yeah, it is.” Steve moved back to the window as he spoke. “Go get what you need, but only what you can carry without it slowing you down.”

Sighing, Eddie did as he was told, heading to his room to grab his leather jacket and denim vest. Pulling them both on, he looked at his guitar sadly.

“Sorry baby, you will have to stay here.” He kissed his lips before placing it on the strings, strumming them softly. Heading back to the living area, he picked up the pack of cigarettes and his lighter, shoving them in his pocket before picking up the torch and the axe.

Steve looked him over, nodding.

“Ready?”

“No.”

“Good answer.” Steve looked back outside before moving to the door. As he went to push the draws out of the way Eddie joined him, helping. Once done, Steve took one more look outside before turning to Eddie.

“Stay close, don’t run off, and please be as quiet as possible.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“If we get separated, head to the school, I’ll meet you there.”

“The school, got it.”

“Just, follow my lead, okay?”

Eddie was stunned at how calm Steve was, how collected he seemed and though Eddie wasn’t one to follow orders, he knew he would follow Steve any where if it meant he would have Steve’s full attention.

“Got it.”

He watched Steve take a breath, and then he opened the door.

They made it out of the trailer park far easier than Eddie imagined. He had expected the monster to rear its weird ass head and charge at them the moment they got outside. But it seemed to have disappeared, even though Steve had been sure it would have stuck around.

As they walked, they stuck to the main roads but kept within the treeline when possible. They hadn’t spoken, and Eddie was kicking himself for not asking where they were going. Even though Steve had said about meeting at the school, he somehow knew that wasn’t where they were headed.

So he kept quiet, eyes constantly searching, while also staying alert to any weird sounds.

They had been walking close to an hour when Steve stopped.

They had moved away from the woods, still following the main roads, and had hit a clear area with no cover other than a few parked cars.

He stood right next to Steve, shoulders almost touching, and he could feel the tension slowly rolling off Steve as he slowly raised his free hand to the machete on his back.

Eyes wide he followed Steve’s gaze but saw nothing in the darkness, but that didn’t stop his heart from beating wildly in his chest, it didn’t stop him holding the axe with both hands preparing for what ever had Steve on edge.

As Steve pulled free the machete, a roar sounded in front of them, and Eddie stepped back as one of the tall monsters stepped out of the shadow’s showing itself fully.

“Don’t...move.” Steve whispered.

Going still, Eddie tried to control his racing heart and rapid breathing. He didn’t know what to do, was following Steve’s instructions only, and though his instincts were screaming at him to run, to hide, he didn’t, he stayed.

The creature let out another roar, and Eddie noticed it had something in its claws, pulling whatever it was across the ground as it walked. As it got closer his stomach rolled as he noticed it was a body, or at least half a body, all that was left was the legs and half the body and one arm, the rest was just gone.

The grip on his axe increased as he fought being sick, his eyes unable to move away from the hideous sight before him. The monster kept moving, but it hadn’t noticed them, so though it walked closer, it didn’t actually move toward them.

Steve was so still, bat and machete in hand, and Eddie finally glanced toward him as the monster stood fully and roared again less than twenty feet from them. It seemed to choose that’s spot to stop, bringing the body forward as it crouched, its flower head opening and biting into the body.

Eddie determined not to look kept his eyes on Steve, who looked at him and indicated that they should move.

Slowly, Steve started walking away from the monster, not once taking his eye’s off of it. Eddie, however, never looked away from Steve, following his footsteps and keeping close. As they made a wide semi circle around the creature Eddie tried not to listen as it ate, but the sound of ripping flesh and broken bones was the only sound in the still night and it made him so sick to the stomach he was surprised he hadn’t thrown up yet, he guessed his fear over rid everything.

They made to the other side of the monster and Steve backed away slow and steady, leading Eddie who had his back to the monster, but was able to see behind Steve and that was when his world dropped out beneath him, because behind Steve was one of the smaller, dog like monsters.

Reaching out, he grabbed Steve, who frowned at Eddie, but Eddie didn’t take his eyes off the other monster.

He saw Steve turn slightly, eyes wide, and he realised the situation they were in.

Suddenly, the smaller monster roared, and Eddie knew the larger one heard it.

“Run.” Steve said, running towards the woods they had been heading towards.

Both monsters seemed to realise they had live prey to hunt, and both charged at them at the same time.

Eddie ran faster than he ever had in his life, following Steve as they made it into the woods. He kept pace even as he ran over uneven ground, not knowing if his feet would land with every step, just trusting that they would.

As they ran, Steve kept looking back at him as if to make sure he was still there and then looking further behind at the monsters chasing them. Along the way, he dropped his bat and pulled the gun free, still running with the machete in the other hand.

Finally, after running for what felt like hours, Eddies luck ran out. His foot caught on a branch or a root, causing him to fall crashing down hard. He was able to land without letting go of his weapon, but in doing so, it meant he hurt his arm, jarring it hard against the ground. He also skinned his knees, the pain a hot flare through the fear running through his body.

He had only been down a second when a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him up at the same time that gun fire rang out, making him jump and cower slightly.

“Run, keep going” Steve yelled, firing the gun again, Eddie obeyed, running the way they had been and then stumbling as he broke through the woods into a garden that had a pool. There were also people.

Eddie recognised Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. He also knew Robin and Nancy, but there was a girl with a buzz cut and a tall boy he had never seen before.

They all stared at him as he stared at them, and then Steve appeared.

“Incoming!” He yelled, grabbing Eddie and pulling him around the pool to join the others.

It was then he noticed they all had weapons of some kind, all except the girl with the buzzed hair who was standing in front of them all with a look of pure determination on her face.

“How many?” Nancy called.

“One large one and a handful of the dogs.” Steve replied while reloading his gun.

“I’ll deal with the big one.” Buzz cut said calmly, and the others just nodded in agreement.

Everything was still for a few seconds, and then all hell let lose.

The larger monster crashed through the trees roaring loud and clear before charging at Buzz cut. Several of the dog like monsters also appeared, and gun fire filled the air, knocking them back. However, Eddie watched stunned as Buzz cut lifted her hand, and the large monster stopped dead in its tracks before it was slowly lifted off the ground.

He watched in amazement as the creature hung in mid air, its flower head open in a silent scream and then suddenly its head turned in a full three sixty, the sound of bones cracking almost as loud as the gun fire still going on around him. The creature fell lifeless to the ground, and Eddie stared in wide-eyed wonder as Buzz cut killed two more monsters, and then everything went silent.

Standing in the silence, Eddie looked around at the people he found himself with. The lads he knew all had sharp weapons, made up of more machetes axes, and one, Lucas, even had a sword. While the older ones, Nancy, Robin, and Steve all had guns, well apart from Nancy, who had a sawn off shot gun. They all looked terrifying, dressed in combat gear, looking like a small army, all except Buzz cut who wore black jeans and a yellow top, she looked harmless, yet Eddie had just watched her as she killed three of those things, snapping them as though they were sticks.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve stood next to him, gun holstered, machete back on his back, bat lost in the woods.

“Yeah...I think so.” Eddie looked at him frowning as his vision seemed to blur. “Oh, maybe not.”

Before he could say anything, darkness fell like a blanket, and he passed out.

This can be found on AO3 using the link below, I'm four chapters in over there.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[azrielgreen]

Why people get so hung up on "canon compliance" with fanfic I will never understand. The whole point of fanfic is "what if...?"

[azrielgreen]

Of course it's fine if you write within canon constraint!! Amazing, wonderful! Just like anything, write whatever you want! But people who actively harass people for anything being NOT canon is just baffling to me. Everyone is different, variety is a GOOD thing, babe. 💜💜💜

[azrielgreen]

Actually gonna take that a whole hot take step further and say I will never understand people who get hung up about ✨️ANYTHING✨️ to do with fanfic. It's unofficial, it's free, it's tagged, AO3 has "exclude" options, you can mute & block. It's not required reading, it's fiction written by fans. There is not a single reason to be causing misery over it 💋

[annabellasruin]

There is a scene in Lonely St that tickled my brain and I wanted to extend upon it.

Hope this makes sense.

Waking in an unknown space was not unusual, in fact it was becoming a daily occurrence.

But this, this was different.

He was cold.

Very cold.

Oh, and he was basically in a box.

Since waking he had touched every part of the four-by-four prison he found himself in. The walls were glass, frosted but not fully, he could just see through and make out the space beyond the prison.

Light came from far above, the walls extending high up, far too high for him to even attempt to climb. The source of the light was hard to make out, it was too bright for him to look at for long.

So he spent his time looking out, trying to see beyond, trying to find a way out, wondering if he was going to be alone the whole time or if someone would come.

Someone always came.

One of them.

It was just a matter of who in this world it would be.

Maybe it would be the one he was searching for.

The one jumping right along with him, always ahead, never behind and only sometimes glancing.

But he doubted it because they hadn’t once met again in all the time they had been moving through worlds.

Moving from one wall he ran his hand over the cold glass, looking through, searching for the least frosted part, trying to get a clearer view beyond the box when a shadow fell across the outside and he pulled back startled.

Recovering quickly he moved back, both hands on the glass as he looked through, searching, wishing the wall was clearer to see through.

A flash of blond hair and pale skin and he knew.

Fingers clawed against the glass as a name left his lips.

He followed the other as they moved around the box, fingers against the glass, but not once did he look up at him, as though he couldn’t see in, as though the glass to him wasn’t see through.

Speaking again the name he hardly even dared to think he crouched down to be the same height as the other, the inside of his prison higher than the floor outside of it.

Fingers moved to the exact spot of the others hand and they both stilled as something surged through them both.

Eyes wide he stared at the blond outside his prison.

It was him.

Not another.

Not a clone.

It was really him.

“Lix.” He whispered, his hand fully pushing against the glass now just as Felix did the same, their hands separated by the cold hard prison.

The blonde’s lips moved and he made out his name but there was no sound.

He stared, taking in the other, the blood on his cheek, the bruising, the bandages on his hand.

Who had hurt him?

Why?

“Felix.” He says again, louder now as Felix moves from looking at his hand to looking right at him, again the blond lips move saying his name.

“I’m here... it’s me.”

Something suddenly causes Felix to turn, his hand leaving the box.

“No,” he whispered, then, “Felix,” he almost shouts, his hand clenching and hitting the glass hard.

Felix turns back to the box, eyes wide, hand moving to reach back up but he again turns away, obviously hearing something he couldn’t.

“No, no, please, wait.” He does shout this time, again hitting the glass but Felix doesn’t turn back this time, his attention fully on what had caught his attention.

“Felix!” He shouts, fear clawing at his chest as Felix starts to move away.

“Please...no!” He now screams as Felix glances back at the box before running.

“No.” He whines, his forehead falling against the glass, tears building as his heart starts to break.

He was so close.

Right there.

This wasn’t fair.

Tears fall as he collapses against the glass, moving to sit in a corner, knees coming up as a sob escapes his lips, his hands covering his face.

He wraps his arms around himself as he let’s himself fall into despair.

This was never going to end, this was going to always be the way.

Chasing him across worlds, always behind, never ahead, and only sometimes glancing.

The light above suddenly starts to dim and he glances up and notes how dark it now looks beyond his prison.

He sighs, understanding why Felix ran.

Jumping worlds hurt.

It wasn’t easy and if he could, he would run too.

But this time he had no choice but to wait as the light above continued to dim until darkness fell fully.

Pain laced through his head, his body tensing as it felt like his cells were ripped apart and he was once again forced to jump to the next world.

[aliea82]

My other account dedicated to Stray kids, wanted to share here as well xx

[aliea82]

I do love this! It's always nice waking up to comments from someone, but to have that someone read three different fics in one go is amazing.

[eddiemunnson]

⤷ via matt_healy_studio on instagram

[resande]

☀️🕊️🧺🐂🌾

s e e i n g d a y l i g h t

When i saw cowboy au, i knew i Had to dive in🔥. ayeayeayes 's new work is Spectacular and i'm so Excited for you all to welcome it!! @subeddieweek

[inklessletter]

Quick study

"Sin título-1.psd" is such a mood.

[aliea82]

This song, Red Lights by Hyunjin and Bang Chan of Stray kids, has me thinking toxic Steddie so bad.

I've not read @azrielgreen and @thorniest-rose Prism for reasons but I've seen enough about it to get an understanding that it is not a great relationship.

Anyways, if there are any other Stays in the Steddie fan base let me know.

[aliea82]

Anxiety is your body feeling like it wants to rip apart, like it wants to fight for no reason. I have been ready to fight to the death all day and I am exhausted 😩

[aliea82]

Started to watch KDramas, watched True Beauty (I had read the webtoon ages ago and was stunned to see they had made it into a series, it is so good!) Just finished My love from the Star, I cried a lot! Now watching W, two worlds apart.

Finding that they are helping a lot with recurring depression; because they are subtitled I really have to watch and read, which leaves little room for anything else in my head.

Any recommendations for when I finish W?

[azrielgreen]

This Az Verse gift fic is EXQUISITE, please read it!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[inklessletter]

Never thought I'd be the one that dares to show and deliver some nsfw art but here I am, proving myself wrong yet again.

[inklessletter]

I did it

[inklessletter]

Never thought I'd be the one that dares to show and deliver some nsfw art but here I am, proving myself wrong yet again.

[aliea82]

What if Eddie’s little speech about getting back with Nancy is interrupted?

Cause seriously, what were the Duffers thinking?????

What If?

“See?” Eddie was saying as Steve kept looking around.

“The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind.” Eddie touched his arm, stilling him, making him look and he did, looked right into Eddie’s eyes as the other kept talking

“But Wheeler right there, she didn’t waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in.” Eddie looked at him then and paused as he saw Steve staring, he was about to continue when Steve caught movement behind Eddie. Covering Eddie’s mouth he pushed Eddie back against a tree, pressing himself against the other man, his other arm tucking between them to hide the flash light as a Demogorgon appeared a good twenty meters away, its pale body hunched as it sniffed at the ground, it’s weird clicking sound filling the air.

He kept his eyes on the monster as he felt Eddies hands on his hips, fisting the material of the denim vest he was wearing. He could feel Eddies breath on his hand, coming fast and sharp through his nose, but he didn’t dare look at Eddie, too afraid to take his eyes from the monster.

The creature moved around before taking off in the opposite direction.

Sagging, Steve closed his eyes as he lent against Eddies shoulder, taking much needed deep breaths as he had been holding his breath the whole time.

The hand over Eddie’s mouth slowly moved, landing on the other shoulder, while Eddie’s hands unclenched themselves but didn’t move, just stayed, resting on Steve’s hips.

“What was it?” Eddie asked directly into his ear, and Steve shivered, his whole body lighting up at the sound of that voice in his ear, and there was no way Eddie didn’t feel it.

Pulling back, but keeping himself pressed against the other, he looked at Eddie as his breathing returned to normal.

They stared openly, their eyes locked until Steve looked down at Eddie’s lips, lips that parted as Eddie took in a shocked breath. Glancing back up, the hand on Eddie’s shoulder moved, finger grazing over a lightly stubbled chin.

“Steve?”

“I don’t want Nancy, I haven’t for years.” He moved his fingers to Eddie’s bottom lip, watching as Eddie’s eyes darkened even more, his pupils impossibly huge.

He could feel his own heart and Eddie's through the hand between them, and he once again looked at Eddie’s lip before back up, questioning.

Eddie barely nodded and Steve kissed him, soft, gentle just lips against lips but it was enough to answer the question he had racing through his head since Eddie pushed him against the boat house, his lips really were as soft as they looked.

[aliea82]

Reblogging for science!

[aliea82]

Wip found in my drafts, not sure if I will keep going with it but thought to share cause why not.

The ballroom is awash with colour, with couples dancing beautifully, with mothers scheming, with men peacocking and lovely ladies awaiting their chance to find a suitable husband.

He loves and despises balls.

He loves the colours, the pomp and ceremony of it all. He loves watching couples slowly coming together, as they flirt and play coy, as others watch on with jealous eyes.

He loves to dance, to take his best friend’s hand and lead her lovingly around the floor, smiling wide as she giggles and act as the perfect lady when they both knew she was far from it, just as he was far from the perfect gentleman.

He loves the way he fools them all, how they both do.

What he hates, is stood talking to a beautiful woman, with warm skin, blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She is stunning, smiling sweetly, hiding herself behind her fan as she giggles, the perfect lady for the man talking to her.

“Miss Christina Cunningham, she is quiet lovely, is she not.” Robin spoke as he spun her gently around the dance floor.

“She is.” Steve agrees, tearing his eyes away from dark curling hair to look back at her, “She is new in town.”

“Yes, staying with her cousins the Wheelers, apparently she is escaping a scandal, but no one is quiet sure what it is.”

Steve smiles as he looks at his friend.

“Always so up to date with the gossip.”

“But of course.” She pulls back as the music comes to an end and curtesy, just as he bows, then instantly offers his arm, instantly warding off gentlemen that started to head towards her, begging a dance.

“You know he has to play his part also.” She whispers as they head off the dance floor.

“Doesn’t make it easy to watch.”

As they walk around, greeting lords and ladies, engaging in small talk, their arms linked, each playing their part also.

It was their cover, their way of hiding in plain sight.

It wasn’t going to last, they both knew it. Steve would eventually have no choice but to make some sort of proposal. They had spoken of getting married, a marriage of convenience.

Steve was the soul heir to the Harrington estate, Robin was the first daughter to the Buckley manor, but her younger brother was heir.

Their marriage would mean they would be free to be themselves, to see who they wished without having to lie.

But Steve held back, he struggled, because he loved already and he wished nothing more than to marry them, if only it was possible.

As they walked, he fought to keep his eyes away, to not look and stare, to not yearn for dark eyes and darker hair.

“Come, let’s get some air.” Robin led him towards the doors leading to the garden.

[azrielgreen]

Once again back on my "Please write whatever the fuck you want especially if it's unhinged" bullshit.

I feel like fandom doesn't talk enough about contrast to understand how important it is and how human nature will always inevitably seek it out to some degree. One of the BEST things are a pairing in fandom is that you get to read fic about them in all different ways. From Canon typical meet cutes and happy ending fix its to serial killers AU and dead doves ahoy. Contrast and multifaceted expression is necessary. It will always exist. It needs to. It should. It MUST.

I say this because the suppression of "contrast" (I.e anything the loudest people in fandom don't vibe with) is especially rampant where the pairing becomes an extension OF the people engaging with it. The inability to separate and share space securely without needing to dominate through bullying and harassment is behind so much of what's wrong in fandoms now.

But see, most people don't understand what fucking contrast IS. They can only see someone doing what they are doing: trying to dominate and suppress by asserting superiority, when in fact that's not the case at all.

Contrast is a good thing. A fic that's different and weird and provocative might inspire something new in a reader. Art doesn't only come from happy hyperfixations and an echo chamber of agreement. Salt tastes AMAZING after chocolate. Everyone's tastes can be expressed and contrast is what's responsible for so much of creative expression that we barely realise it. Contrast is Eddie Munson DYING in SE4. Did anyone like it? Fuck no. Did it trigger a mass movement? Hell yes, at least in part. If everything in fandom is "Happy and Safe and Approved By The Self Selected Voices of Fandom TM" then everything will become a replica of everything else. There must always be space for the new, challenging and downright dark explorations because they provide balance, they trigger reactionary imagination, they provide context and critical thought and that's without even touching upon catharsis or human experience in a narrative frame.

Contrast is necessary. Anyone can write ANYTHING. AO3 is an archive, it's for everyone and anyone but not any ONE person to try to control.

No cruelty or discourse will be worth it in 5 years time. Only the art will remain.

💜💜💜

[slv-333]

Should i write little whips and post them on ao3? I have so many ideas but some are a little dumb and idk if theyll even reach 1k words 😭😭

[aliea82]

Share what ever you want, it is what AO3 is for, share them here also. Your work is precious and wanted and I'm sure people will love them xx