#diyc

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driving in your car | chapter 6 | explicit | 85k | now complete (!!!)

hugest shoutout to @judasofsuburbia for beta reading this absolute beast of a chapter!! you're a rockstar, i seriously couldn't've done this without you!

He finds a literal wide spot in the road to pull over, and as soon as he kills the engine, Eddie is on him, pulling him into a heated kiss. A hand on his jaw, the other tangling in the short hair at the base of his neck. Possessive.

Little nips draw short gasps from him, pushing him forward, pulling Eddie toward him in a tug-of-war as Eddie chases the sound through his mouth and down his throat.

Until Steve has to pull away. Leans his forehead against Eddie's to catch his heaving breath and holds him by his forearms. "What was that for?"

Eddie hums, "This is a pretty great first date."

Steve pulls back with a small laugh, finally remembering he's a man on a mission. "This isn't the date."

"This isn't the date?" And he sounds actually unsure, his eyebrows drawn low over his round wide eyes as he studies Steve's face. Like Steve is speaking in code.

"Nah man, no way." Steve gives Eddie his own confused look. "Did you really think our date was just gonna be making out on the side of the road?"

Eddie shrugs, his hands rising and falling helplessly. "I thought the chances were equally good we'd wind up getting slushies at the gas station!"

Steve snorts. Like his honor, his freaking reputation isn't on the line even more now. And it hits him that as much as he hasn't dated guys before, Eddie hasn't dated anyone.

full chapter on ao3 | start from the beginning

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🌟wip wednesday🌟

wip wednesday is upon us again and i've been tagged by the joyful and delightful @judasofsuburbia AND i've actually been writing this week / today!! please accept this humble offering of some raw unedited diyc as i get back in the writing groove (immediately following this snippet):

Eddie drops his chin and tilts his head. Gives him a look like that really the best you can do? “Hey man, if you really don’t want to, no harm no foul, I just thought—" He dusts his hands off and pushes back from the counter.  “No no no, I—” Steve’s hand darts out, grabbing Eddie by the wrist before he can go any further as his voice drops to something low and rough and sincere. “I absolutely want to. Trust me, there is nothing I’d rather do. I just don’t think we’d get much sleep… And you’ve still got finals.” “You really think you’re that much of a distraction?” Eddie teases, “Think I just couldn’t keep my hands off you, huh? Well I’ll have you know, we would literally just be sleeping. Fully clothed with a wall of pillows between us. Scouts honor.”  Steve smirks, strokes his thumb up the inside of Eddie’s wrist. “No, I know for a fact I can't keep my hands off you. And you’re at the one yard line here, man, you’re not gonna fumble ‘cause of me.” Eddie sighs, so deep it sounds like it comes up from his bones. Settles back against the counter and twists his wrist in Steve’s grip so they’re fingers tangle together. “I figured you’d say something like that, so I made you this instead”  He pops the lid on his lunchbox and fishes around. Hands Steve a cassette in a scratched case.

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✨wip wednesday✨

tagged by the ever-lovely @judasofsuburbia and @cuoredimuschio

a lil snippet from diyc ch6 :)) slowly writing on this when the worms allow. it'll be done when it's ready, and right now it's cooking slowly, and that's all good :))

He’s just starting to get the hang of building a house of cards when the door gets flung wide open, the early summer breeze following with it, flinging the cards everywhere.  He scowls, throwing his hands up. He was this close to getting the stupid cards to finally balance— Eddie chuckles from the doorway and Steve’s eyes snap up to him, scowl melting off his face.  “Hey, what’re you doing here?” “Miss me, sweetheart?” “Like crazy,” Steve says, not even trying to hide it. He’d miss Eddie after an hour. The last three days have been just shy of torture.  “Figured I’d come see if you remembered to pack a lunch today. Make sure you actually ate something on your double shift.” “Oh yeah? What’d you bring me?” Eddie drops his metal lunchbox on the counter between them. Steve raises his eyebrows at him, and Eddie rolls his eyes. “None of the good stuff today, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t dare deign darken the doorstep of this fine family establishment with my tawdry wares. Just a pb&j and some snacks, some sundries.”

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several sentence sunday, you say?

don't mind if i do! thanks so much to my darlings @fragilecapric0rnn, @judasofsuburbia, and @snowangeldotmp3 <33

guess what it's more diyc!! immediately following this little bit:

Steve rolls his eyes, trying not to smile too much. Fighting off the blush for his damn life. “Yeah man, whenever you want. As if you ever needed permission.” “You heard him folks,” Eddie crows to the empty video store, “whenever I want, I’ll be haunting the aisles of this fine video establishment, turning pretty boy’s heads and distracting them from the capitalist grind, flirting on the clock, inducing impure thoughts—!” “Would you just get outta here,” Steve laughs, even though everything in him wants Eddie to stay. Wants to be bothered by him for the rest of their lives. It’s only been a few months and he’s already in too deep.  “Alright, alright, I’ll go.” Eddie holds up his hands in surrender, slowly dragging his feet as he walks backwards to the door. “Will I see you at the show on Friday?”

tagging with absolutely no pressure or obligation and all the love: @cheatghost @fastcardotmp3 @figthefruitfaeth @gideoncharov @cuoredimuschio. enjoy your weekend, lovelies!!

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🌟 wip whursday 🌟

i've got the week off between jobs, and the diyc words are *flowing*!! the last chapter is coming together!! here's a little taste:

Eddie's always seemed larger than life, but up there on stage, he’s truly alive.  Steve wants to bottle him up all for himself. He wants to put him on a billboard in Times Square for everyone to see. He wants to climb up on the stage and kiss him senseless. He wants to drag him off stage and run away forever. The music thumps and surges through Steve's chest, rumbling behind his sternum, behind his ribs. Bouncing off his spine and back. His palms are clammy and his mouth is dry, and he's about to be turned inside out from the sheer force of being pulled towards Eddie on stage like a magnet while his feet are frozen to the floor. Steve rolls his shoulders back, and the music rolls through him. He bounces on his toes to the beat as a wide grin spreads across his face.

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last three lines tag <3

rules: post the last three lines you've written and if has been over a week, write something new in a wip!!

tagged by the charming and effervescent and ever-lovely @snowangeldotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn @fastcardotmp3 @judasofsuburbia @cuoredimuschio and @cheatghost

it's been a minute but the writing worms are starting to wriggle again!! i have the day off and finally got to crack into diyc again for the first time in waaay too long, so without further ado, the first 3 lines i've written in months:

“Missed me, sweetheart?” “Like crazy,” Steve says, not even trying to hide it. He’d miss Eddie after an hour. The last three days have been just shy of torture. 

reverse uno right back at all of you, and @figthefruitfaeth @heybluechild @starryeyedjanai @sharpbutsoft and @thefreakandthehair too!!

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driving in your car | chapter five | (explicit | 65k | wip)

It’s been a week since they defeated Vecna, and things are starting to get back to normal. Or as normal as they’ve ever been in a town built over multiple gates to inter-dimensional hell. They came back from hell and had to go back to school and work and life like nothing happened. Driving around has become a thing for the four of them, and they explore Hawkins in ways few others have. Finding backroads, cruising down country lanes. Seeing just how far they can go. Eventually Steve clocked Eddie’s whole deal as flirting, but it took an embarrassingly long time. And it is flirting, right? It’s got to be flirting, there’s no other word for it. Recent dry spell notwithstanding, Steve Harrington’s got game. If there’s one thing he knows, it’s flirting. So Steve knows it’s flirting, but he doesn’t know if it’s flirting. Because Eddie is straight, right?

peep that rating change, babes, things are gettin' spicy

so so much thanks to the absolutely delightful @judasofsuburbia for beta reading, @figthefruitfaeth for helping me pick out the perfect shirt, and @cheatghost for their unending support

teaser below the fold [full chapter on ao3]

The day stretches on, and between Robin’s foreign art house films and having to deal with John Q Public all day long, that weird, warm, welcome lightness in his chest starts to fade and he’s left with this clawing, gnawing, hungry ache. 

Because it turns out, Eddie Munson sleeps on his side, curled into a tight little question mark. And what is Steve supposed to do with that knowledge now? Or the knowledge that at some point in the night, his body curved itself protectively around Eddie’s. Or was it because of the surprising amount of heat radiating off Eddie while he slept? Steve couldn’t help but gravitate to him, his chest to Eddie’s back, his knees fitting right behind Eddie’s. All while he finally had a blissful, dreamless sleep.

What is he supposed to do now he knows what Eddie looks like when he first wakes up in the morning? When he rolls over with his head on Steve’s arm like a pillow. A shy, slow, sleepy smile rising across his face like the sun.

Until the alarm on Steve’s watch went off, startling them apart, and out of bed, and across town.

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penguin classics covers but it's my fics

driving in your car

where's the spark?

love is like ghosts

just a little rain

wine & dine