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Silas He/They 21 years old I love 80s heavy metal and 80s music in general Trying to get back into writing

[irondiotallica]

Work in Progress (working title: Rotten) Part 1

Eddie Munson lived in frizzy curls, black hankies in right pockets, a pack of camels, and the scritch of a pen in a notebook. Eddie "the Freak" existed in devil horns, impassioned speeches about societal injustice on top of trampled sandwiches, F-ridden report cards, the stench of weed, and a throne in the drama room. Eds existed in a trailer park, a gruff voice calling out to him, tears that were wiped away by calloused hands, and a bedroom gifted for him to keep. Devil Worshipper existed in crosses held tight, green varsity jackets, a strawberry blonde ponytail accompanied by sweet giggles, and an empty house filled with drugs that let him float just like her. Eddie existed in swooped brown hair, bat heads bit off just like Ozzy, a burning want for a man uninterested, the stabbing of Cupid's arrow pointed to tie the king to his blue-eyed princess, and a jester hiding behind a spiked shield. The Hero existed in the wail of a guitar, the flapping of wings, bloody bites, an ankle injured, too much blood, and a slip into darkness.

Now, Eddie Munson lived in scarred flesh that pulled too tight, nightmares that left permanent dark circles, curls left matted in tangles, fingernails bitten to the quick, a body whose ribs stuck out more than they used to, and voicemails that piled up in endless worry. Eddie was no more than a ghost, decaying with each breath he took, refusing to let anyone get close.

Steve was worried. No one had heard from Eddie for the past couple of months after everything. Steve knew Eddie was alone. The government goons had found a better job for Wayne, but it was all the way in Chicago. Eddie was alone in the new trailer he had been given; a poor consolation for the damage the Upside Down had done to him. Eddie refused to answer the phone or the incessant knocking at his door. The couple of times that Steve or the party had spotted Eddie, he looked horrifying, emaciated, haunted. It irked Steve, dug under his skin like bugs burrowing in the ground. It ate away at his mind, pushed the button in his brain that wanted everyone to be okay. Steve couldn't stand it.

Hello! It's Silas, finally back. I got writer's block for awhile, but felt inspired after getting on some ADHD meds, so hopefully I'll be writing more. I am currently looking forward writing more Steddie content and potentially EMT Steve as I work through my EMT course. Hope you enjoyed this! I'll probs write more for it. Title is a work in progress. Silas

[irondiotallica]

Don't Be A Hero

“Don’t be a hero, Eddie.”

Steve stared up at the ceiling as those words volleyed through his skull. Steve was lost. His eyes were unseeing as another conversation flashed through his mind, the one that made Steve say those words in the first place.

Eddie’s brown doe eyes flitted over Steve’s face, as if he were searching for something. Steve kept his face open, letting everything show in his expression. Eddie doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for. His gaze turns stony, falling away from Steve as his head turns to the side. It’s quiet for a moment before Eddie breaks the silence, unclenching his jaw.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to run, Steve.”

Steve startles at that, turning to face Eddie only to be met with the back of his head, curly frizzy hair the only thing in his vision. 

“Eddie”, Steve starts, only to be interrupted.

“You need time. I can buy that time.”

“No,” Steve said, his tone harsh,” stick to the plan.”

“What if I never run? What if I’m not a coward? What if I want them to kill me? What if I want them to try? What then? What then, Steve?” Eddie hissed, his chest heaving,” I’ve been nothing but a coward who runs away when things get hard. I left Chrissy’s body on the floor as she literally died in front of me. I ran when my dad’s fists came in my direction. I run whenever I don’t want to face reality. Well, I’m done running. There’s nothing for me anyway. The whole town has condemned me a murderer.”

Steve continued to stare at that frizzy, curly hair.

“Don’t be a hero, Eddie.”

The guilt gnawed at Steve’s core. Eddie made the choice, but Steve felt like he should’ve been able to do something. His hands were drenched in red. His forearms were splattered red. All he could see was red. Eddie's chest rattled with each shaky breath. He was stable, but barely. Steve held tight to Eddie. Even dying those frizzy curls held Steve’s attention. 

A thought flitted across Steve’s mind. Even when dying, Eddie was one of the most beautiful things that Steve had ever seen.

Not great, but needed to write something. The keyboard was not comfy though. May write some more, but take a break from Steddie and do a bit of platonic Stobin or Ronan. Idk yet. But here you go. Thank you for reading!

[irondiotallica]

Devils Among Us

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. -William Shakespeare

Steve Harrington was uneasy. He had been uneasy before, sure, but this was different. His hazel eyes were trying to memorize the features of the man in front of him. He didn’t know what compelled him, but he couldn’t shake the looming unease that this moment would be the only time that Steve would be able to truly take in the enigma in front of him. Eddie Munson wasn’t what Steve had expected him to be. 

Steve took in the slope of Eddie’s nose as those dark brown Bambi eyes remained transfixed on the red sky and the land that lay in front of them in turmoil. Steve’s eyes traced over long lashes and a mouth that was no longer curled into its signature feral grin. Instead, that mouth was pressed into a thin line full of emotions left unsaid. Freckles dotted Eddie’s face lightly and were almost imperceptible, yet Steve saw them; he took them in, consumed them like they were the very blood that kept his veins pumping.

Steve felt like he was walking to his death. Each step that the group took towards the Upside Down. He felt like all the noise around him was muffled, underwater, as Eddie rambled about Nancy. Steve had been an idiot. He had let his fear grip him as he talked about his dream of a Winnebago and six kids to Nancy of all people. He didn’t want that with Nancy; he didn’t know who he wanted that with. Except he did, he did know who he wanted to spend time with and keep if they were willing. It hadn’t been long, but Eddie Munson had wormed his way under Steve’s skin. Steve wasn’t sure if he was completely ready to admit it to himself, but he had to, just in case this was the end of the world. 

They had reached the gate. Eddie’s trailer was trashed. Steve could see bits and pieces of what it may have looked like before through the doorway. Mugs shattered on the floor that had images of different landmarks and were labeled with the state they came from, baseball caps with different touristy images and phrases on them, and furniture that was cheap, but obviously well-loved, torn apart all around the disarray of Eddie’s living room. Eddie put his hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see, didn’t want to-

Steve looked up. His gaze locked onto Eddie’s, and he watched the expressions that crossed his features. Steve saw complicated emotions flit across Eddie’s face that he couldn’t quite place. Eddie kept his gaze steady as he spoke.

“Make him pay.”

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever heard something so unnerving, but he nodded anyway. 

Dustin was wailing, and Eddie was dying. The blood was bright like ruby jewels that sparkled when caught in the right light. Eddie’s breath was getting shallower as the minutes continued to pass. Steve ran to Eddie’s side. 

“What happened to now being a hero, Munson?” Steve couldn’t keep the frustration and fear out of his voice.

“Had to buy,” Eddie paused then as if trying to find strength to hold on for just a bit longer, ” Had to buy ya’ll time. Didn’t want to leave you having to pull another Ozzy.”

“You fucking asshole,” Steve had let out a watery laugh despite himself.

Eddie’s breathing was getting more ragged as the minutes ticked by.

“Stay with me.”

Steve never begged. He begged now. He begged with every fiber in his being at this moment. He wanted Eddie to live. 

“It’s okay, Steve.”

Steve shook his head at that, but Eddie continued.

“ You ever heard of Shakespeare Stevie? He had a quote that I think may help you.’Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.’ And y’know what, Stevie, this isn’t so bad. The devils are here on Earth, although I may be one of the devils. Who knows?”

Blood was everywhere now, and Eddie’s gaze remained fixed just past Steve as his breath merely began to fade, before his gaze went still, his quips silent. Steve felt a part of him wither as he realized that Eddie Munson was dead.

Steve thought he might just be a devil, because the moment Eddie Munson died felt like hell.

Writing some more to get into the groove. I love this quote and may do more with it. Just needed to pump out something with the quote before committing to something bigger. Anyway, I'm a little tired, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight!!!

[irondiotallica]

Better Off Dead (Incomplete)

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Ideation, Panic (of some kind? How to describe?), self-destruction, (let me know if I missed any, please)

Eddie stared up at his ceiling with empty eyes. The phone in the new cabin on the outskirts of town that was provided by the government to him and Wayne sat next to his bed. The phone was bright red, glaring in its cherry-coated color.  Despite how blaring it was visually, it was audibly silent. No one called Eddie anymore, no one answered his calls anymore. A few weeks after his near-death experience, the whole group seemed to be more than happy to help. And yet, he found himself without a single person besides Wayne to rely on. Even then, he doesn’t have Wayne around all the time. He can’t keep Wayne from living his life after he took Eddie in and raised him for all these years. No one wanted to be around Eddie anymore.

Eddie turned onto his side, immediately grimacing. His absolutely torn apart sides screamed in refusal, angry with the pressure being exerted on them. His hip throbbed as his legs ached in the new position. Eddie ached; he felt shredded all the way to his core, and no one was there. Dustin couldn’t look at him, which Eddie could understand given everything, but everyone else had seemingly iced him out. He was the outsider. He was the odd man out. He was the problem. He knew his sacrifice was stupid; he knew it, but it felt right in the moment. He wouldn’t amount to much, and he knew that. He was honestly better off having never survived. He was better off dead. 

Eddie continued to stare at the wall with glassy eyes, already welling up with unshed tears. He was no hero, he was no martyr. He was just some dropout nobody with a fucked body who was burdening his uncle. He should’ve just died. Eddie closed his eyes as the thought that was plaguing his thoughts floated back into his head. 

He should just kill himself.

Steve felt guilty. He felt the guilt that ate away at every thought. The kind of guilt that became ingrained in everything you did. His eyes wandered around the quiet video store with a blank stare. Robin was somewhere behind him, puttering about. Yet, Steve found himself adrift in his mind. Flashes of big brown doe eyes and scraggly curls flitted behind his temple. Steve knew he was infatuated. He knew he was doomed to this unrequited crush after having that bottle held up to his neck. The guilt consumed him a bit more as he worried his lip. No one was checking in on Eddie. Steve had noticed that, as the kids gathered for the first DND oneshot to get them back into the game, it was lacking a particular brunette. Steve hadn’t heard anything about Eddie in a while. Even Dustin no longer mentioned Eddie, refusing to even utter his name. Steve weighed his options. Either go check on Eddie or remain forever ignorant of how Eddie is. 

With a sigh, he made up his mind. He would go see Eddie.

Eddie felt like he was dying. His heart was going so, so fast. His eyes felt like they were popping out of his skull as the pressure within his head continued to build. This is what he wanted, so why was he feeling so bad? Eddie didn’t want to die. He had already done so once, but he needed to do this. He needed to finish the job so no one needed to be burdened by him again. He was a burden; everyone made it seem that way. Eddie was dying, and he hadn’t even done anything. He had just forgotten to take one pill. One. Stupid. Pill. He hadn’t taken the others, but maybe he should’ve taken at least the one to avoid this feeling. The feeling of panic. He had stopped taking the others days ago, but this time he hesitated. He was damn right to hesitate. 

Steve walked up to the Munson trailer and knocked. He waited for an answer or some type of sign, but nothing happened. Steve took in a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. He pushed open the door and followed the path to what seemed like Eddie’s room. He stopped in front of it and pushed the door open before stepping in. Eddie was hunched over, shaking. His head was in his hands, and the various pill bottles around him looked much fuller than they should have. Steve knelt next to him and gently touched his shoulder. Eddie jolted and scrambled away from Steve. He was breathing heavy as he stared wide-eyed at Steve.

Took a little, but I staved off the writer's block. This is incomplete and not my best work, but it's a start. I might rework this later or just come up with a similar premise. Idk. I've been a little tired, so I may take longer to post, but I will be posting new Steddie content. Thank you for reading this story. See you in the next post.

[manynamedshe]

People who perform manual labor should be not only given high and liveable wages, but unlimited access to healthcare and physical therapy to help manage the myriad conditions that come from doing back-breaking work.

Like this is not an absurd concept. It bothers me that people think that it is.

[irondiotallica]

Infatuation

Eddie Munson was absolutely fucked. He wasn’t exactly sure when it started (he absolutely knew when it started), but he found himself absolutely in love with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. One moment, he’s hiding from the horrifying sight of Chrissy’s brutal mutilation, and the next, he’s watching Steve Harrington bite a bat’s head off. Now he finds himself watching Steve be an absolute sweetheart to the kids as he passes out food for the gremlins that have taken over the Harrington living room. Steve looks beautiful to Eddie’s focused gaze. Steve’s hair is swooped in his usual style, carefully set, his brown eyes are bright, and they turn from his soulful dark maroon to a warm hazel when the light hits just right. Eddie hones in on his smile, teeth blindingly white and bright as can be, with rose colored lips turned up into a boyish grin. Eddie was fucking drowning. Eddie watched as Steve approached him with two plates in his perfect, rugged hands, with two cans of Tab under his arm. Eddie let his lips curl up into a crooked smile as he scooted over on the floor for Steve to sit down with a surprising amount of grace. Steve turned and handed him his plate and can of Tab before setting down his own can. 

“Why, thank you, big boy. You’re making a girl feel really special right about now.” 

Eddie let the teasing lilt in his voice sit sweetly in the air as he watched, enraptured at the sight of pink on Steve’s cheeks. 

Eddie thinks to himself once more that he may just have fallen in love with Steve Harrington for a second time. How pathetic.

Steve can’t be blamed for the burning of his face and heart as Eddie grins at him sweetly.  Eddie was beautiful in a way that you don’t necessarily notice at first. Steve had found himself really only seeing the beauty once he looked past Eddie’s eccentricities and the edge of his metalhead style. Eddie had those big brown cow eyes that seemed to look softer and softer as they fell upon Steve. What the hell could Steve do besides falling in love with this nerdy boy with softer than it looks curly hair and big cow eyes that twinkled with the intensity of the stars at the dead of night when all is silent and ethereal. Steve was a goner the moment that broken bottle had been held against his throat. Steve loved every part of Eddie, scars included. He wishes that the scars weren’t there, serving as a reminder of him almost losing Eddie, but he can’t find himself thinking of them as disgusting. Nothing that was part of Eddie was disgusting. 

“Shut up, Munson. This isn’t even close to the amount of special I could make you feel.”

Eddie flushed at the implication. Cheeks burning with a blush that was only getting brighter. He hoped Steve was being serious, but couldn’t make himself take that final leap. It’s one thing to hope, it’s another thing to try, and Eddie wasn’t going to try when he didn’t seem to have a chance.

I've finally ended my seemingly endless writer's block with the new Dead by Daylight Stranger Things DLC coming out. I have moved on from being a CNA to being in the automotive industry because I'm on a journey and must complete the side quests first. This one is a little short, but it's a good start at least. It was written on like a medium QT coffee, a red bull, a caffeinated awake bar, and a diet coke. Yes, I did have all of that yesterday, but all it did is make me more tired. You probably shouldn't do what I did tbh. Mmkay, time for me to go back to bed. Thank you and good night. :)))))

[itsdjover-deactivated20251111]

This pic of them screams twinergy (twin energy)

[rylandsgrace]

#My favorite quartet

[loveshotzz]

*screams into the void*

[bejeweledbaby]

he’s just so bitchy oh my god i’m in love with him

[tinglingpeter]

JOE KEERY for Behind the Blinds | 📸 Emilia Staugaard

[djotime]

JOE KEERY FX and Vanity Fair Emmy Party - January 13, 2024

[murralsees]

i consider myself a fool.

[freckledjoes]

Music video when, Djo?

[jemmacdraws]

joe keery at the vanity fair oscars party 💜💖✨

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[irondiotallica]

Movie Night

I have a little blurb for you. Hope you enjoy it. I really enjoyed figuring it out as I listened to some Djo (great music, Joe Keery is really just too talented for this world). Anyway, enjoy!!! -Silas

[Steddie]

Steve didn’t know how he had gotten himself into this situation. The night had started normally. Eddie and Robin were staying over to watch some movies and hang out. 

“Dingus, I think Eddie is gonna burn your kitchen down.”

Steve turned to Robin with an unamused stare.

“Rob, I’m sure he can figure out how to use the microwave to make some popcorn. He’s not helpless.”

“Steve-o! How do I work this thing?”

“You were saying, Steve,” Robin questioned with a raised brow and a smirk pulling at her lips.

Steve fixed her with a glare before getting up and moving into the kitchen. He leaned in the doorway and watched with a bit of amusement building as he watched Eddie press random buttons on the microwave trying to figure out how it works. 

“Need help?”

Steve let out a chuckle as Eddie jumped and whipped around with wide eyes. Eddie narrowed his eyes at the younger boy before nodding his head with a sigh.

“Yeah, I need help,” Eddie mumbled with a slight pout.

Steve glided over to the microwave and made sure everything was properly in place. Eddie had managed that, but the buttons were what had stumped him. Steve began to hit the correct series of buttons and unconsciously trapping Eddie against his body and the counter. Steve grinned as the microwave began to whir in a mechanical countenance before he finally became aware of the position he was in. 

He glanced down at Eddie and took in the blush that coated Eddie’s face with a color almost comparable to the cherry red sweater Steve was currently wearing. Steve tilted his head to the side before a small grin made its way to his face. He let his wander to Eddie’s waist and grip it firmly. He felt his grin widen as Eddie’s hands rested in his hair and on his neck.

“Steve?”

“Eddie.”

“Want a kiss, gorgeous?”

Eddie grinned up at Steve with a sweet glint in his eyes.

“Do you even gotta ask, big boy?”

They both leaned in and felt their world shrink to just the two of them. Steve pushed into the kiss, finding the taste of stale cigarettes and runts (the candy) intoxicating. Eddie’s lips were plush and just slotted perfectly against his own. Steve nipped at Eddie’s bottom lip and slid his tongue in to clash against Eddie’s. Steve could kiss Eddie forever.

“Split.”

The two pulled apart with one more peck as they focused in on Robin standing there with an eyebrow raised and seasoning held in her fingers. 

“I would actually like some popcorn to go with my movie, thank you very much.”

Steve grabbed the bowl from the microwave and followed Robin as she moved back to the living room. He turned back and grabbed Eddie’s hand, planting a kiss against the cold metal of one of the rings. 

“Come on, Eds. We’ll finish this later.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.

“You inviting me to your room, Stevie?”

Steve didn’t answer. Instead, he moved Eddie forward and planted a smack on his backside along with a kiss on the cheek. Steve sat down and smirked at the shock on Eddie’s nuclear-red face. Eddie moved to the couch after a minute or two sitting on the other side of Steve that Robin hadn’t claimed. He leaned over and nipped at Steve’s ear.

“You’re a dick, Harrington.”

“Yeah, but you like it.”

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes before settling back into Steve’s side. Steve focused on the movie and held his two favorite people close with the promise of fun later.

He couldn’t think of anything better than this moment.

[kingsteve]

Joe Keery as STEVE HARRINGTON STRANGER THINGS 4 4x05 "Chapter Five: The Nina Project"