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My hashtag #thisapplepielife: short fics gathers nearly every fic I post on Tumblr in one place. Short is relative, of course, but I've ended up using it for anything that isn't a long fic or series. There's gotta be a couple hundred standalone fics in there by now. With a lot of them not on ao3 at this time.
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Author's Self-Rec Fic: Tuesday's Gone With the Wind - this is my favorite thing I've written. So, if you wanna know what I'd tell you to read? It's that one.
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I currently have written three long fics that are all complete and ready to read in full. Tuesday's Gone With the Wind is my personal favorite, Take the Money and Run is my most popular and All Across the Universe is my most recent!
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Prompt #1 - "Just Say No." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Canon Typical Violence via School Yard Fight, Language, Previous Loss | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth & Eddie, Steve & Tommy, Pre-Steddie (If You Squint) | Tags: Pre-S1, Settling A Score, Tommy Fucks Around And Finds Out
Gareth bounds along behind Eddie, but Eddie's on a tear. God help them all. Gareth is struggling to keep up with him.
"Just leave it alone!" Gareth suggests, like that hasn't been thought of before now. Like Eddie Munson is ever gonna leave something alone, or listen to anyone else, let alone Gareth. A freshman.
Eddie scoffs, and Gareth has to extend his gait just to try and keep up. Fuck Eddie's longer legs. Height ain't everything.
"He thinks he can talk to me like that? Like he could whip my ass? Like to see him try," Eddie snaps, hot around the collar. Gareth has quickly learned that Eddie gets wound up on a regular day. About everything. About nothing. But really get him all riled up? Fuck, they're all gonna pay.
Gareth doesn't even know what has set Eddie off, only that it has. Now, Gareth isn't particularly worried about Tommy Hagan beating up Eddie one-on-one, but the prospect of his friends joining in does have Gareth concerned.
Like, for instance, Steve Harrington. Gareth's seen him in Freshman P.E., which Gareth has heard Steve is taking for the third time as an elective for fun. Fuck that. It's Gareth's least favorite hour of the day. Pure torture. The exercise and the locker room after.
He doesn't want to bench press, or run laps, or even play dodgeball. He doesn't want to stand in a line, waiting to be chosen close to last.
Right now, though, Eddie is acting like he's Yosemite Sam, going in hot, guns blazing. An overreaction. The Eddie Munson specialty.
They are so gonna get their asses kicked.
Eddie spots Tommy across the practice field, and stomps up behind him, placing a hand in the center of Tommy's back, shoving. Hard. Tommy falls face first into the grass, and Gareth reaches up and pulls at his own hair. He's trying to grow it out, but that won't matter if they both get slaughtered in the next few minutes.
"What the fuck?!" Tommy yells, rolling over, kicking his legs, wiggling himself back onto his feet. Lunging towards Eddie. Already hopping mad.
Eddie dodges, taking a step back.
But Tommy has made a mistake, a critical one, because Eddie comes across, decking him good with a right hook. Holy shit. Gareth didn't even know Eddie knew how to throw down like that. Jesus Christ.
Tommy screams, and whirls around, taking a knee. Gareth's never seen anything like it.
"Stop being a pussy," Eddie says, "You wanna talk shit? Then take it like a man."
Eddie moves to take another step towards Hagan, but Steve Harrington places a hand in the center of Eddie's chest, holding him back.
"What's this about?" Steve asks, holding Eddie back as Tommy makes a fool of himself on the ground. Eddie tries to wriggle away, but Steve just fists Eddie's shirt in his hand, twisting, pinning him down.
Eddie uses both his hands to try and push Steve away, but Steve doesn't let go. He just tightens his grip. Shit. They're in trouble now.
Gareth goes up and shoves Steve, but he doesn't act like he even felt it.
Steve barely glances at him, "Just say no, kid."
Well, that's embarrassing.
Gareth stills. Waiting. Watching.
"It was just a joke!" Tommy yells, holding his eye. The one that's certainly gonna be black tomorrow. Everybody knowing you got clocked by the freak is really gonna piss Hagan off, Gareth knows.
Gareth sees Steve's hand loosen on Eddie's shirt. Barely. A twitch.
"What was a joke?" Steve asks Tommy, and Tommy looks like he's scared of Steve now. Well, okay. Maybe this is their out. If Steve lets go of Eddie's shirt, then Steve and Tommy can hash this out, while Gareth and Eddie can run away. That's a solid plan. Gareth likes it.
Tommy doesn't say shit.
"Tommy," Steve demands.
Tommy mumbles under his breath.
"What was that?" Steve asks.
Gareth doesn't catch all of it, just a trailed off, "...mom is a hoebag."
But Gareth can connect the dots. Fuck. Well, they're gonna fight this one to the death, he supposes. Gareth doesn't know a lot about Eddie, not yet, but he does know he doesn't fuck around about his mama.
Steve lets go of Eddie's shirt, pulling back like his hand was burned. Fuck. Maybe Steve Harrington knows that, too.
"Fuck, Steve, what the fuck? You're not gonna help me?" Tommy whines, looking like he's getting ready to flee. "I thought we were friends."
"We are," Steve says, "but you're on your own with this one."
"What? Why?!"
"Because even Harrington knows you don't fucking disparage dead moms," Eddie says, and lunges towards Hagan, both of them hitting the grass. Eddie pummels him like he's suddenly been transformed into Ox Baker.
"I didn't know she was dead!" Tommy screams, and Gareth thinks that's probably true. Surely he wouldn't have been this fucking stupid if he had.
"Then maybe you shouldn't run your fucking mouth," Eddie says, poking his hand into Tommy's ribs, making him howl. They roll in the grass some more, and Gareth watches. Just like Steve Harrington is watching from next to him.
Eddie has finally stopped hitting him, probably scared of the trouble he'll get into if he really fucks Hagan up. So now it's just Eddie pinning Tommy down with all his weight, while Tommy tries to wriggle away. It's not working out so great for him.
Eddie's just embarrassing Tommy at this point. Which is funny.
"You ready for the mile tomorrow?" Steve asks, and Gareth takes a second to realize Steve's talking to him. Oh. Yeah. Freshman P.E. The torture.
Gareth looks in his direction.
"Uh, no," Gareth answers, and Steve laughs.
"Just don't cut corners on your laps. Coach will make you start over," Steve says, while Eddie and Tommy squirm around at their feet. Cussing and struggling with each other. Gareth knows Eddie is winning. It's surreal.
"Thanks for the tip," Gareth says.
"Anytime."
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rated e | 992 words | no cw | tags: threesome (f/m/m), oral sex, blow job, cunnilingus, established gareth/ofc
i borrowed di from @thisapplepielife's Tuesday's Gone With the Wind because she's hot and charming and if you aren't familiar with her, then you need to be. and while my intention was to do her justice, this could also just be read as a coincidence with names 😂
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Gareth’s not drunk. Jeff’s watched him for hours now. He hasn’t touched a drink, not even to steal a sip of Di’s.
He’s not high either, even though Jeff is well aware of the things he keeps hidden in one of his drum cases. He won’t say anything unless it starts affecting his playing.
But it doesn’t explain the whispering with Di followed by sheepish looks at him.
He figures out pretty quickly what they’re up to when they corner him in the bathroom an hour later.
“Just say no if you don’t want to. Seriously,” Gareth shrugs, not making eye contact.
“We didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Di says with that charming smile that he knows wins plenty of arguments and gets her her way whenever she wants. He’s not immune to it. There’s a reason she’s the one who asked, he’s sure. “We can pretend we never even offered.”
Jeff should say no. Things are going too good for them now for something silly like sleeping with his bandmate and his girlfriend to ruin this. He could say no and they’d go to their hotel room and fuck like rabbits all night until Di has to hop on a plane tomorrow and the band has to head to their next stop, and Jeff would go to sleep in his own room alone.
“What exactly do you want us to do?” He asks instead.
***
Di makes a sound somewhere between a desperate whine and a laugh. She’s naked, body on full display for both of them. She’s got nice tits, even if they’re smaller than Jeff usually goes for. He’s a boob guy, sue him.
Gareth is clearly a pussy guy, judging by how quickly he had Di’s legs open and his face buried between them. Jeff awkwardly watches for a full minute, feeling himself get hard in his jeans as Di arches her back and grabs at the sheets on the bed. She’s way out of Gareth’s league. Hell, she’s out of all of their leagues. She must really care about him.
Her hand is in Gareth’s hair, tugging him away. His lips and chin are wet when he looks up.
“You forget about the plan?” She asks him breathlessly. She’s either really good at faking it or Gareth is really good at that.
The plan is pretty simple if he doesn’t think too much about it: Di gets eaten out by Gareth while Jeff blows him. He’s a little disappointed he won’t get a taste of her, but it’s clearly not a step Gareth is ready or willing to allow. All he hopes for is that he can look Gareth in the eye tomorrow.
She takes Gareth’s shirt off, winking at Jeff when she explains she doesn’t want it to get too wet. He follows suit, mostly so he isn’t the only fully clothed. He’s not even sure if he’ll come tonight, but he definitely doesn’t think it’ll set the mood if he keeps his shirt on.
Gareth shoves his pants down and settles back on the bed. Di gestures for Jeff to take off his pants and he’s a little shocked, but he’s horny enough at this point to follow her lead. Is it always like this for them? Di silently bossing Gareth around until they both get theirs?
He does what she wants. He’s not interested in arguing. All the blood normally residing in his brain is currently elsewhere.
They find a flow surprisingly easy. Di faces him, and he can’t see Gareth’s face under her, which might be for the best until he figures out what he’s doing. He’s given one blowjob before and it barely counts. He was 16 and had braces.
Di’s gaze is heavy on him as he figures out a rhythm, using his hand and mouth in sync when he realizes Gareth likes that.
“He’s not really a choke on it kind of guy,” she says around a moan. “He’s more sensitive at the tip anyway.”
His focus shifts to what he’s doing, but his dick is so hard, leaking more every time he hears Gareth’s muffled whimpers and Di’s breathless gasps. He wants to touch himself, but he’s not sure he should.
There’s a hand on the back of his head, fingers grasping desperately at his hair. He glances up, tilts his head back just enough to take in the sight of Di coming on Gareth’s face. She’s shaking, smiling as she looks down at him, other hand helping her lean her weight forward for a better angle.
“Touch yourself,” she says, eyes never leaving him.
He moans around Gareth’s dick and does as she asks. He’s only seen a little bit of their sex life, but he’s pretty sure he understands exactly how they work. He’s starting to see why Gareth is so infatuated with her.
She reaches down to take over for Jeff’s hand on Gareth’s dick and Jeff’s got about 15 seconds before he’s going to come.
“C’mon, baby,” Di could be talking to either or both of them. “It’s your turn.”
Gareth comes only a second before Jeff does, and both of their moans fill the room. It shouldn’t shock him that they’re this in tune in bed. They’re perfectly in sync on stage, too.
He swallows because he doesn’t know what else to do when he’s shivering with own orgasm and can’t think straight. Gareth needs more fucking fruit in his diet.
He leaves quickly after. Not because it’s awkward, but because he wants to avoid it getting there.
Di kisses his cheek and thanks him and Gareth waves from where he’s already half asleep in the bed. He rolls his eyes, but a surge of fondness spreads through him.
Gareth’s an idiot sometimes, but he’s damn lucky he’s got Di, and he’s a pretty good boyfriend for letting her cross something off her bucket list.
For this event, there were 6 total entries: 6 Fics Written, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works.
Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit, Not Rated.
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Tempest by @griefabyss69 | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Hair Washing, Sort Of, Pre-Relationship, Mild Voyeurism, Alcohol
without heat by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 586 | Rating: E | CW: None | Pairing: Gareth/Jeff | Tags: friends to lovers, a/b/o dynamics, alpha Gareth, omega Jeff, knotting, feelings confessions (in their own way)
how to start a fire by @runninriot | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | Tags: pre steddie, background robin/chrissy, eddie has a crush on steve, subtle flirting, eddie hates camping - until steve changes his mind
Freak Finds Freak by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 586 | Rating: E | CW: Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: AU, Omegaverse, Alpha Eddie, Alpha Steve, Alpha/Alpha, Freak 4 Freak
Knot by @dreamwatch | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steddie | Tags: Character Study, slice of life, making up for lost time
june - knot by @hullomoon | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie & Corroded Coffin; Steddie | Tags: Eddie doing dumb shit
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For July, we're celebrating 3 years of the Steddie Microfic Challenge!
Because it's such a big milestone, we're shaking things up a bit. Instead of one word and word count for the month, we will be doing 4 words and 4 word counts throughout the month!
July 1-8: | three, 333 words | three years since the incident, three pointer, threesome, three more minutes
July 9-16: | years, 444 words | years later, through the years, haven't seen someone in years
July 17-24: | micro, 555 words | microfiche, microbiology, micro--*ahem*
July 25-31: | steady, 666 words | steady beat, steady hands, steady income
As a reminder, the word count for the prompt should be exact according to wordcounter.net. Make sure to copy and paste it there first before tagging us! We will comment with '🥧' when the word count has been confirmed and the post has been added to our queue.
All posts are due at 11:59 PM EDT on the day before the last day of that prompt's week (for example, all posts for the prompt 'three' should be submitted by 11:59 PM EDT on July 7th). Please don't submit for a prompt early! Part of the fun with this month's challenge is keeping the prompt posts separate each week.
We hope you had a great June and we're excited to see everyone participating in our special celebration this month! - Lex, Mick, and Wynn 🎉
Prompt: Knot | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steddie | Character Study, slice of life, making up for lost time
Eddie was thirteen the first time he visited a beach. Uncle Wayne drove him to Lake Michigan for a weekend, thinking the sun and waves would soften the anger in him, a sandy panacea for all the hurt his parents had caused him. Wayne had let him sit alone with a book for a couple of hours before dragging him into the water, splashing him while Eddie stood there and took it, stoney faced. Until Eddie had snapped and splashed back, harder, meaner, and Wayne had grabbed him and held him while he cried in the waters of Lake Michigan.
He has some money these days, so now he swims in oceans instead of lakes.
Even under an umbrella he feels the heat on his skin, warming his sore muscles, making him sleepy. He drops his book onto his lap, his eyes slipping closed until he hears screaming and he wakes in a panic. But it’s fine, just Gareth’s boys out in the water, climbing all over their dad so he can throw them up into the air letting them land with a splash into the gentle waves.
“Here,” Steve says, helping him up from the lounger, and out into the sun. He spreads a towel on the sand and Eddie lays down on his front as directed. He hears the pop of a lid as it’s flicked open, the sound of sunscreen being warmed between Steve’s palms, and then strong hands are on his shoulders, massaging and kneading.
Eddie rests his head on his arm so that he can watch his friends playing in the water. He’ll go for a swim later, when the beach is quieter, when he can take his shirt off and not have to deal with the stares and whispers of the beautiful people of California.
He closes his eyes, let’s himself drift under Steve’s touch, let’s the smell of artificial coconut and salty air soothe him. The waves pick up and the sound of them lapping on the shore reminds him of that day with Wayne. A day where he finally let go and let himself be seen. A day where the Munson doctrine was temporarily drowned in Lake Michigan while he cried into his uncle’s chest. He learned it was okay to be vulnerable, you just had to show your soft parts to the right people. People who wouldn’t use it against you. People like Wayne.
People like Steve.
It’s still new, this thing between them. So much time wasted, so many years they could have had together if they’d just taken notice, just been brave. “Better late than never,” Wayne had said to him. The thought of never makes him feel cold. Never would have been like living in a world where the sun never rises.
Steve’s hand runs over a painful knot in Eddie’s shoulder and he groans from the pressure. Using a cane helps his leg but hurts his shoulder; Steve knows that because he knows Eddie’s soft parts.
“I love you,” Eddie says, the sound of it smothered by a wave hitting the shore, but the pressure on his back pauses just for a moment, long enough to know he was heard.
They haven’t said it yet, it felt too early for declarations. They weren’t teenagers, they’ve been around the block. But so much time has been wasted.
He feels a soft kiss on his shoulder and he smiles.
This is a fanworks challenge/event that is all about Corroded Coffin. It will take place from July 1st thru July 31st.
This is our third year of having an full month-long event during the month of July. This year's theme is "I Love The 80s" and all prompts come from popular/common things you'd find in the decade our show took place. Feel free to take the prompt and interpret it in any way you feel inspired!
The calendar of prompts is located here:
GUIDELINES:
Ideas for works include: fic, art, gifsets, fanvids, moodboards, edits, playlists, or anything else you can think of to celebrate Corroded Coffin!
For all written word entries, there is a strict word count minimum/maximum of between 300-1000 words. I'll use wordcounter.net to check the word counts before reblogging, so please use that site yourself to double-check your entry before posting to make sure you've stuck to that exact range! (If you haven't, I'll have to message you to ask you to fix it before it'll be added to the event. So, doing it ahead of time is best for both of us! Thanks!)
You'll get a comment from this blog with a "🦇" when it's passed the wordcounter check and has been added to the queue.
Do one prompt, do them all. Hell, do them all twice! It's totally up to you. You can pick and choose what you're interested in. I'm not going to police how you interpret the prompt. Just use them as a jumping off point to be inspired by the boys of Corroded Coffin, and then share that inspiration with us! (Not everything has to be band related, we encourage you to explore other parts of their lives, too!)
Submissions can absolutely be connected to other prompts from the event, or even past works, but should still be able to stand alone each day.
Every morning a new prompt card will go up, reminding everyone of what that day's prompt will be.
All submissions should include any pairings featured, content rating and any content warnings (CW) and/or tags that you think are appropriate. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well, just to keep things straightforward. A sample could look something like this:
Prompt Day 4: Headbangers Ball | Word Count: 765 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): None | Tags: Someday they'll get a video on MTV if it kills them.
Also, please put any explicit material under a read more cut, because anything rated E that's not hidden under a cut will not be reblogged.
For the artists! Your art submission must be posted on the same day as the current prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. Your piece of art (or other creation) must be Corroded Coffin focused, using any combination of the guys, together or solo. Of course, other characters can be included, too! But you need to have at least one of the CC band members in it for it to count for this event. Thank you!
All ships are welcome, as long as they include at least one member of Corroded Coffin: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth & Freak. (Who I look forward to learning the name of from you all, time and time again!)
Please tag us here at @corrodedcoffinfest when you post your entries so we can reblog them! Didn't get reblogged, and I didn't contact you? Double-check that your @ tag is connected to this blog in your posted work! If it's not, I don't get notified that they've been posted. If it looks good on your end, just send this blog a DM and we'll figure it out!
Be respectful of your fellow participants and readers. We're all here to have fun and share the love of all parts of Corroded Coffin.
Definitely feel free to ask me any questions you may have. You can send a message/ask to this blog or reach out to @thisapplepielife.
Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EDT on the day of the prompt in order to not be missed for reblogging.
If posting on AO3, please feel free to use the collection associated with this event: Corroded Coffin Fest AO3 Collection after your submission has been reblogged by this account.
Most importantly, have fun!
PROMPTS:
JULY 1ST - "Just say no."
JULY 2ND - Crop Top
JULY 3RD - TV Tray
JULY 4TH - Headbangers Ball
JULY 5TH - Perm
JULY 6TH - Family Video
JULY 7TH - The California Raisins
JULY 8TH - "Where's the beef?"
JULY 9TH - Leg Warmers
JULY 10TH - Waterbed
JULY 11TH - Ashtray
JULY 12TH - Mullet
JULY 13TH - Atari
JULY 14TH - Garfield
JULY 15TH - "Calgon, take me away!"
JULY 16TH - Hypercolor
JULY 17TH - Answering Machine
JULY 18TH - Wood Paneling
JULY 19TH - Rattail
JULY 20TH - McNuggets
JULY 21ST - Ecto Cooler
JULY 22ND - "Clap on, clap off, The Clapper!"
JULY 23RD - Acid Wash
JULY 24TH - Cassette Tape
JULY 25TH - Smoking Section
JULY 26TH - Mohawk
JULY 27TH - Casey's Top 40 Countdown
JULY 28TH - ALF
JULY 29TH - "Double your pleasure, double your fun!"
JULY 30TH - Doc Martens
JULY 31ST - Phone Book
SPREADSHEET:
If you'd like a spreadsheet again this year to help you keep track of the prompts and your progress, here's the one for this event. It seemed to go over well last year, so I made another one for this year. If you'd like to use it yourself, just go to File>Make a Copy and you'll get a version you can edit in your own Google Sheets.
Thanks for everyone that's participated in any way during these Corroded Coffin events over the last year! ❤️🦇🖤
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“It’s digestible” is pertinent!! Okay, for those of you who haven’t researched Crisco for writing fic about gay sex in the mid-late 60s:
The first-edition of The Joy of Gay Sex, published in 1977, declared, “Vegetable shortening may be the best lubricant, since it is not only greasy but also digestible”[4] Such a statement perhaps gives new meaning to the companies boastful declarations that “Its digestible” and “Crisco has been making life in the kitchen more delicious for years.” Similarly, in the 1978 sex manual The Advocate Guide to Gay Health, Crisco even earned an entry in the book’s index. Discussions of the shortening’s use as an anal lubricant indicate its popularity, with statements such as: “The lubricant, typically the cultic Crisco, must be copious.”[5] In fact, Crisco was so synonomus with gay sex that discos and bars around the world took on the name, such as Crisco Disco in New York City, which was one of the premiere clubs during the 1970s and early 1980s. Other clubs or bathhouses, such as Club Z in Seattle, even featured murals with Crisco. Thus, Crisco was conversely also one of many things that led to the formation of gay identities during the 20th century.
from this essay: http://www.columbia.edu/~sf2220/TT2007/web-content/Pages/drew2.html
Love this post for so many reasons but most especially because this is from all the way back in 2012 and and yet not a single blog in this thread is deactivated
Love the gay history, but i just wanna correct that the “it’s digestible” in the gay stuff was a reference to crisco’s tagline it had been using since 1911, the actual meaning of its digestible is because it’s main competition came from “enhanced” lards which were rendered pig fat mixed with non food thickeners that literally did not digest and caused people to basically just shit out pig cream, since crisco was veggie based the body digested it along with the food
This post is the opposite of net zero information. Not only did I learn several new facts about gay history but also we rounded our way back to the original question of the tag line and the mini obelisks.
June Prompt: Pride | Word Count: 481 | Rating: T | CW: Mild Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post S4, Canon Divergence, The Upside Down is Gone, But In The Aftermath Steve Still Needs Something To Do
"It looks clean enough to me!" Eddie hollers, standing on the front porch, putting in his two cents.
Steve's been scrubbing his car with a sponge for an hour. Suds running down, which he then rinses off with the garden hose, before scrubbing some more. Their water bill's gonna be sky-high.
"It's not," Steve says, hand still moving in tight circles, soaping up the car.
"If you say so," Eddie says, sitting down on the porch swing. Swaying with the breeze. It smells like rain. That figures. Steve will scrub and shammy that car to gleaming, then get water spots from the rain.
"It's a point of pride for some of us, you know? Having a clean car," Steve answers, not looking back at Eddie.
It's more than a little pointed. Eddie's truck is still muddy from the last time he and the boys took it offroad, where they promptly got stuck and had to push it out. But Eddie doesn't mind. It's mud. It's fine. It's gonna rain eventually.
But that's not good enough for Steve.
No, he needs something he can fix, Eddie's pretty sure. Their lives had been in such upheaval for so long, that Eddie thinks Steve always needs something else to focus on now that the Upside Down is toast.
Even if it's all but washing the paint off that car.
When Steve finally finishes, stepping back, admiring his handiwork, Eddie leans over the porch railing.
"Hey. I forgot to tell you. Wayne's wondering if you could pick him up from the plant tonight?" Eddie asks, knowing full well he's lighting a fuse.
Steve's hands find his hips, disappointment all over his face. He'd never tell Wayne no, not ever, but he's obviously thinking of the dirt road he'd have to go down to get there. In his freshly washed car.
He looks pitiful.
Eddie puts him out of his misery.
"I'm just kidding."
"You're an asshole," Steve says, tossing the wet sponge towards Eddie, which Eddie ducks. It lands with a splat on the porch.
"I'm your asshole, though."
Steve sighs.
"I don't know why," he huffs, climbing the steps, and Eddie falls in behind him, right on his heels. Crowding close to Steve's back.
"No idea at all?" Eddie pesters, reaching around, cupping Steve through his jeans. Giving him a gentle squeeze. A promise for more, if Steve's game.
He is. He always is, even when Eddie's annoying the shit out of him, and Eddie cackles running off for the bedroom, certain Steve will give chase.
Eddie's sprawled on the bed, just in time to watch Steve tug his damp shirt over his head, tossing it away, before covering Eddie's body with his own. Kissing him. Lacing their fingers together, squeezing, his wedding ring pinching Eddie's skin.
It's non-legal, at least for now, and Eddie knows that's something else Steve would love to fix.
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'PRIDE' wc: 481 | rated: T | cw: N/A | Tags: Getting Together, Rain, Storms, Eddie is a wet cat, good thing Steve likes wet cats
Eddie's luck takes a classical bad turn, but that doesn't last for long.
There’s rain soaked through every molecule associated with Eddie as he stands on Steve Harrington’s doorstep. His van sits empty and dead ten minutes down the street, incapable of taking the blame due to the infirm of old age.
Steve hasn’t answered the door, because Eddie hasn’t knocked, or touched the doorbell, or yelled at the top of his lungs that he’s going to drown in this fucking downpour if somebody doesn’t save him.
He was on his way home from a job when his beautiful, guileless baby broke down. He’s not going back there for help. Around here, the only other person he knows is Steve, who is as distant as he is manfully polite when paying him for services rendered, and despite everything about himself, Eddie has always wanted to impress him.
Thunder cracks and the wind blows colder, and he shivers so hard his knuckles just barely brush the door, but the minuscule noise it makes breaks the ice. He swallows his pride and knocks loudly, like throwing authority into it will save his image.
It takes a few times, but eventually the door swings open. Warmth radiates like a magic barrier between them, separating their worlds. Steve looks him up and down while Eddie does the same back—the guy’s in sweatpants and a wrinkly t-shirt. His hair is sticking up. Eddie might swallow his tongue.
“C’mon,” Steve says, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling—Eddie stumbles across the threshold. “What happened to you?”
He sounds grossed out, maybe by the wet cold thing in his hand. Eddie tries not to feel like a sewer rat.
“Van broke down. It’s raining.”
Steve turns his face away to yawn like a snake unhinging its jaw, then grabs the front of Eddie’s vest and starts pulling layers off.
“I can do it myself?” Eddie asks, instead of says, because Steve’s so efficient he’s got him down to his t-shirt and jeans before his mouth catches up.
“Sucks to do it yourself,” Steve mutters, tugging at Eddie’s belt like the cuffs will just open. “What’s up with this?”
Eddie can only give in. It’s warm in here, and Steve’s looking real good while he’s being so handsy. He undoes his belt and Steve continues, getting him down to his shorts, then claps his hands on his shoulders.
“Hot shower?” he asks, already steering Eddie towards the stairs.
“Sure,” he agrees feebly. The place is empty, but it’s still way above his paygrade—he’s too naked to walk through Steve’s house.
“I gotta shower too,” Steve says. Eddie shrugs. “Maybe I could warm you up.”
Eddie doesn’t respond to the joke until Steve shuts the door behind them both. He must’ve caught Eddie looking, but he’s also turning on the water and pulling his shirt and sweats off, so clearly Eddie’s dreaming.
Steve steps into the water and holds out his hand, smiling.
