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momotonescreaming · 5 months

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Part One (You are Here) | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

“So.” Jeff starts, voice rising over the Dio cassette Eddie put on, volume down low for once. It makes good background noise. Filling the space of Eddie’s bedroom. Not that it’s not full already.

“Okay so we’re doing this?” Eddie asks, turning around from where he was sorting through the pile of stuff on top of his dresser, stray D20 in hand. He flings himself onto his bed, bouncing on the mattress. He’s looking at Jeff with a shit-eating grin, although it’s not unkind.

“Doing what?” he replies, frowning, turning from where he’s sat at the small desk by the door. There’s not a lot of space, not a lot of wiggle room, so Jeff is immediately faced with Eddie staring at him knowingly from the mattress. They’ve known each other since middle school, since Eddie moved into town, and he can tell with just a glance that Eddie is seeing straight through him.

It’s only fair, he concedes, he saw straight through Eddie.

“This thing you can’t stop thinking about, but haven’t told anyone. That thing?” Eddie starts, resting his head in his hands. It almost looks like he’s going to start kicking his feet like a girl in a sleepover. The kind of scenes you see in movies. All cliche and shit. “We’re talking about it?”

“Yeah.” Jeff sighs. Takes a deep breath. He looks over at Eddie, watches as his best friend raises an eyebrow, smiles, silently prompts him along.

“You know your horrific crush on Steve Harrington?” he eventually starts, fingers absently tapping at the wood of the chair he’s claimed. He can feel it swirling in his chest. The words, the feelings, all the stuff he had been running through his mind. Eddie won’t be mean about it, of course he won’t, but there’s going to be gentle ribbing and he’s really not sure if he’s ready for it. Maybe with just the two of them it'll be okay. Eddie gets it, after all, maybe better than anyone.

Eddie just snorts. “I’m aware, yes.”

“And how I teased you for being into the preppiest jock in Hawkins?” He adds, resisting the urge to tap his foot, bounce his knee, run his socked foot along the carpeted floor.

“Also, yes.”

“Well.” Jeff says, and he grimaces. Leaves the sentence there. He doesn’t need to finish it just yet, Eddie will pick up the pieces. Slot them into place.

He sees the exact second Eddie gets it. Watches his eyes light up as it clicks. The glee on his face is evident, the bastard. It's fucking radiating out of him, leaking out through his pores.

“No,” Eddie gasps, scrambling to sit up on his bed, inching towards Jeff. He's gripping the sheets, the tan floral fabric strained between his fingers. “No fucking way. You have a crush?”

He just nods, humming in affirmation.

“Well who is it?” Eddie asks, bouncing in place. He's giddy, fidgeting and not quite staying still. “C’mon, tell me. Are they more attainable than Steve Harrington, at least?”

“On one hand they're more attainable,” Jeff starts, gesturing with his hands. “Because, y'know, straight.”

Eddie hums, nodding, eyes wide. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he was an incorrigible gossip at heart. Always wanting to know things about people. Listening when Wayne talks about the guys from the plant, picking up rumours from people who bought from him, slowly learning what's happening in the trailer park. Who was sleeping with who, who doesn't do their job, who was moving in.

So when Jeff hinted he had a crush? Eddie was all over it. He was also his best friend, so that helped.

“But on the other hand they're less attainable,” Jeff says, taking a deep breath. Bracing himself for whatever dramatic reaction Eddie was going to spout. “Because it's Chrissy Cunningham.”

His traitorous heart leaps in his chest the second he says her name. A smile threatens to creep across his face. Chrissy Cunningham. Out of all the cheerleaders, she was the one who stood out. She was cute, and kind, with a smile that lit up the room. The curl of her bangs that framed her face, the way she matches her eyeshadow to her scrunchie. Jeff couldn’t stop staring at her. Couldn’t stop noticing things about her.

Eddie looks positively giddy, bouncing on the worn springs of his mattress, grinning like the devil himself. Wide eyes and bared teeth, ringed fingers gripping his sheets even tighter. He’s electric, he’s vibrating out of his skin. If he were wearing his wallet chain, Jeff would hear him jingling.

“Yes!” He exclaims, hair swinging around his face as he moves. Not unlike he’s headbanging. “Jeffery! Jefferson! Join me in Hell!”

Jeff can’t help but concede a laugh, ducking his head, almost pressing his chin to his chest. Hiding a smile, almost shy. It’s kind of nice, having it out in the open now. Having Eddie welcome him into the world of crushes on the most popular kids in school.

“The fucking karma is so juicy right now Jeffington, oh my god! Eat shit!” Eddie adds, excitedly tapping his feet. He bounces back onto his bed, patting a spare spot of mattress beside him. “But I’m just too excited, Jesus Christ, you get it now!”

“I fucking get it now,” Jeff laughs, getting up off the chair and flopping onto the bed beside Eddie. Feeling the worn sheets beneath his back, looking up at the yellowed ceiling of the trailer. “There’s no way in Hell anything is going to happen, I know this, but fuck, she’s the cutest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, says you and half of Hawkins High,” Eddie replies, laughing, looking over at Jeff, crossing his legs underneath him.

“Like you’re one to judge, ‘Mr I have a crush on Steve Harrington,’ the most popular guy in school. Even him stopping throwing those parties didn't make people hate him.” Jeff laughs, gently shoving at Eddie, moving him towards the edge of the bed. “You call him an asshole and then turn around and daydream about his laugh, or his eyes, or his hair.”

“Listen,” He retorts, splaying his hands out when he talks. “I am but a humble homosexual, and even I can’t deny the fact that that preppy, douchey, jock is a fucking smokeshow.”

“What?” Jeff laughs. “You want him to slap your ass and hook up with you in the locker room? Woo you with all his dumb jock shit?”

“Literally, yes,” Eddie laughs, flopping down onto his bed now next to Jeff, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a grin as Jeff snorts. Locks eyes with his best friend, and lets his gaze soften a bit. “But tell me about Chrissy, how did this happen?”

Jeff sighs, and is only a little embarrassed at how wistful it sounds. His stomach swoops, organs melting into something soft and gooey as he paints her in his minds eye. As he pictures her.

“I just,” He starts, and then stops. Sighs again. “I always noticed Chrissy, always thought she was pretty — because y’know, cheerleader, it's a given — but I didn’t think much further than that.”

“Until?” Eddie asks, drawing out the word. He nudges Jeff's leg with a socked foot.

“Until I held open a door for her one time,” he sighs, giving into Eddie's prompting. “And she giggled, and thanked me, and it sort of hit me just how much I wanted to kiss her.”

Eddie fucking yelps, grabbing and shoving at Jeff's shoulder. He laughs along with him, his energy infectious. Let's himself move along with the motions, shoving back at Eddie, bedsprings creaking underneath the pair of them. A part of him absently wonders how much of this Wayne can hear. Raising Eddie, he's probably used to it — the noise. The energy. “Jeff, you sly dog!”

“I didn't actually kiss her,” Jeff laughs. “I just thought about it.”

“Oh I bet you thought about it,” Eddie teases, wiggling his eyebrows, continuing to grip and shove at Jeff's arm.

“Oh shut up,” Jeff laughs. “Like you're one to judge.”

“Oh, I'm not judging,” he replies, stopping his shoving so they're just resting on his bed together. Hair splayed out across the mattress, fingers absently picking at his sheets. “You remember the things I've said to you about Steve.”

“I do, yes.”

“But,” Eddie says, rolling over onto his side, propping himself up and looking down at Jeff. “We’re not talking about how much I’ve talked about wanting to suck Steve’s dick right now.”

Jeff snorts.

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Jeff exhales, the air leaving his lungs softly, as he lets himself melt a little further into Eddie’s mattress. It’s easy, here with Eddie. His best friend, whom he knows everything about and knows everything about him in return. “I see Jason hold her hand as they walk through the halls, and hold her books for her. One time I saw them at a movie date together at The Hawk when I was out with my parents, and I want that.”

Eddie makes a noise, low and soft, as he looks over at Jeff.

“I’ll never get it, not with her, but oh man,” he adds. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I get it.” Eddie adds, voice still soft and low. “I know I talk about how hot Steve is, but I saw him and that Wheeler chick in the halls. How he’d swing her round and kiss her.”

It sort of hits him, just then, just how much Eddie wants this as well. Wants soft kisses, and romantic gestures. Intimate dates and someone happy to see him. But he can’t be seen wanting things he’ll never get. It hurts too much.

“When we get out of Hawkins,” Jeff says simply. “We’ll get this. We’ll find people who find our metal music and shitty garage band endearing. You’ll find someone who wants to kiss you in the halls.”

Eddie snorts, but he’s smiling sort of bittersweetly while he does it. “And you’ll bag yourself a cheerleader.”

Jeff smacks Eddie’s side, waving his arm out half-heartedly. They stay like that, sitting in the silence, chilling on Eddie’s bed together. It’s nice.

“So we agree we’re not telling Gareth about this?” Jeff says, propping himself up to look at Eddie.

“Oh we’re absolutely not telling Gareth about this. '' Eddie replies automatically. “He’ll be so annoying about it.”

“One day he’ll get a crush on a prep,” Jeff replies, smiling. “And then we’ll tell him.”

“The Corroded Coffin curse?” Eddie laughs. “Getting a crush on a prep?”

“Definitely,” he replies. “First you, now me. Frank’s next, and then Gareth is going to eat his words about those hot metal chicks he definitely has a crush on.”

“Who are definitely real, and absolutely not just models in magazines he jerks off too,” Eddie laughs, and it’s nice. Sharing this. Sharing this with someone who gets it. It’s not just that their crushes are preps, or jocks. It’s that their crushes are popular, and hot, and people who are never going to look at them twice.

Jeff laughs, an exhale of air, and nudges his foot against Eddie’s.

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

#stranger things #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #corroded coffin #momo.txt #i got a bunch of work emails from a guy named jeff cunningham #and this happened #thanks jeff #i had fun!#jeff/chrissy is cute as hell #even if its only a crush rn #eddie calls steve an asshole and a douche in this but its set pre season 4 #eddie is still drowning in his unfounded biases against steve #my Writing #Teenage Dream

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homoqueerjewhobbit · 2 months

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I'm allowed to make this joke, but I love that Jewish death rituals are like:

"Pfeh, for what should I spend $12,000 on a big fekakte box they see only for five minutes before they cover it with dirt?"

"Don't waste my good suit what might fit my nephew Lev if the bum should ever even try to get a real job!"

"Embalming? Don't mind me, I'll rot in the dark."

#There is standardized Yiddish transliteration and I fart in it's general direction #Anyway Jewish ritual plain box simple shift closed casket no embalming #Spend money on bagels for after #There are a lot of prescribed behaviors for how to behave at the Shiva (mourning house calls)#My family observes none of them. We treat it like a family reunion #If you want all my petty family funeral drama though maybe a different post?#But seriously Christian funerals are such a huge scam. Taking advantage of people at their most vulnerable.#If you have an iron stomach go read about what happens to a corpse when it decays in a vacuum sealed coffin #Death #Death rituals #Judaism #jewish #Jumblr #Jew stuff #post o' mine #Clearing out the drafts #Offensive Yiddish accent clichés are for Jews only.#For this we came to America? To get made fun of on the feygele website by our great grandchildren?

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mebis-art-dump · 3 months

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There's a critical lack of maggot Godseeker in the fandom

(unmasked Godseeker speculation woooo)

For reference:

#hollow knight #krita #digital art #fanart #mebi's art #sketch #rkgk #hollow knight theory #hollow knight speculation #hollow knight headcanon #hollow knight lore #godseeker's physical body looks like a beetle and a lot like the old gods of thunder and rain #there's also the prototype godtuner being straight up a corpse tied with strings #there's some clever reference to resonance and bug senses and filaments on legs in here #but i dont know the right terminology to point it out #metamorphosis has some sort of greater value/mysticism to it in hollow knights world #with godseeker calling her current form a glorious transformation that could almost be confused with godhood by unknowing eyes #and it being a big deal in wyrms and grubberflies #and marmu needing the assistance of the queen for it #and coffins being called cocoons #including godseeker's

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pjbooey · 2 months

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IDK if you're Cloud only or anything but if we're requesting FF art is there any chance of a Vincent Valentine? Full on moody or even however you think he's secretly goofy :D

do u think Vincent uses text speak and emoji?? my theory is yes

#vincent valentine #ff7 #fanart #final fantasy vii #ffvii fanart #rebirth #mmmm I love my vampire boyfriend #even if he’s a little weird #I call the coffin #sorry this took so long I stopped in the middle and played vidya games for a few days #OOPSIES #oops all fanart

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coffinsister · 2 months

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It's tcoaal's first anniversary today !!! And I love the silly coffin game :3 So I drew in dots my favorite devlog art <3

#this is called puntillismo in spanish but i don't think there's an actual English word for it so idk #this took like 7 hours of work straight #the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #andrew graves #coffincest #gravecest #tcoaal #soleil arts #my fanart boi look at my fanart

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nburkhardt · 10 months

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The Hoodie Mistake

Look, I haven’t touched my wips in weeks. My motivation for those just isn’t here and I don’t want to rush them and hate the outcome. So, for now I’m just gonna write stuff I actually find motivation for! Annnnd since @i-less-than-three-you AND @strangersteddierthings made me sad with their angst pieces, I needed fluff and some fun, sooo here we go!

Blurry eyed and running late, he doesn’t even double check the hoodie he grabs. All he does is pull it on, throws on some jeans and shoes before heading out.

Minding his own business, unlike everyone else in town, he doesn’t notice the stares at first. Or at all, actually. He’s too focused on to Gareth’s place, doesn’t want the guys to complain again.

“Ah-Ha! Look who’s finally decided to join us!”

He rolls his eyes, flipping Gareth off and walking further inside, “Yeah yeah”

Gareth crackles, bring his own middle finger up before closing the door. The rest of the guys are in the kitchen, half a pizza sitting on the table. “The majesty has entered, my friends.”

Both Jeff and Frankie look at him before laughing more, Gareth joining them as Eddie grumbles and picking up a slice. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”

It’s only once the laughter dies down and his friends stare at him with confusion and a lot of amusement. “What, do I have something on my face?”

They shake their heads, ignore his question and move into the garage.

“GUYS! HELLO!” He hops up to follow them when the mirror catches his attention. Freezing, he turns fully to really look at himself.

In bold letters across his chest is ‘HAWKINS HIGH SWIMMING’ and he knows without a doubt what it says on his back, in matching bold letters ‘HARRINGTON’ sitting pretty.

In his blind grab, he grabbed Steve’s hoodie instead of his own.

How is it he managed to make it all the way here without someone telling him? At least half the people he went by hate him.

He also makes sure there isn’t any stains on it, even turning around and straining his neck to see. Which thankfully there’s none. Sighing, he shoves his hands in the pocket and decides to head into the questions he knows the guys will ask.

“So, Harrington, ready for practice?”

Groaning, he throws his hands out of the pockets. The guys crackle as he grumbles over to Gareth’s guitar, “I don’t know, are you assholes going to laugh the whole time orrrr?”

Jeff quiets down, pulling his own guitar over him and pointing over, “Where’s the sweetheart?”

“Was the hoodie not enough information?” He’s being petty, he knows. The guys all look at each other before giving him a pointed look, “Fine, look, I slept over at Steve’s place. Sweetheart is at the trailer still, didn’t bother going home. Came straight here”

It’s silent as the information processes in their heads. He messes with the toning of the guitar while it does, also to get his mind and heart to stop racing.

It’s sort of the first time admitting it out loud to his friends.

“You slept over at Harrington’s?” Frankie says slowly and his eyes bounce back to the hoodie, “and now you’re wearing his hoodie?”

Eddie winces just a bit, the tone isn’t harsh. They don’t hate Steve but they definitely still have some dislike him. Or at least doesn’t know the Steve that he knows.

“Yeah and I didn’t mean to wear this hoodie, I overslept and Steve sleeps like the dead.”

It’s almost comical how they all just blink at him.

“You, just left? No like goodbye?”

That makes him blink and he groans before rushing back inside the house to grab the phone and dialing a number he’s memorized like his own.

“Hello?”

“Hey Honey pie”

Steve laughs, “Hey Sugar pie, you left in a hurry”

“Yeah, sorry about that. That practice I told you about” he rubs the back his neck, looking around and seeing that the guys didn’t follow him, “really, baby, I didn’t mean to do that”

“Bambi, it’s okay, really. I have to work in like two hours, it’s not like we could’ve done anything anyway”

He smirks, even though Steve can’t see it. “Oh, we could’ve done so much in that little time”

Steve’s laugh is loud and obnoxious, it’s Eddie’s favorite. He smiles and glances at the clock, “You out late today? We could do something tonight”

“Seven tonight but Robin wants to do a movie night, soulmate overrules the boyfriend. Her words, not mine”

He snorts and shakes his head, “can the boyfriend crash the movie night?”

“That’s up to Birdie, you know how she can be. If not tonight, we can do something tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow works too”

He doesn’t have to know that Steve’s grinning, he can see it already. His sunshine is contagious even over the phone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, sweet boy”

“Tomorrow, lover boy”

They hang up and practice is smooth and fun. It’s a chaotic mess too, but that’s normal for them. After it they decide to catch a movie together and some food, it’s a good day even with that mild panic for a bit.

(Robin doesn’t allow him to crash movie night. Stating that it was only a Soulmate Movie Night. Eddie does end up climbing into Steve’s bed after midnight though.)

It’s a little silly thing.

Background information that’s not needed but I’ll tell you anyway: Steve and Eddie have been in a relationship for a few weeks, just a little over two months. The CC guys end up falling a little in love with Steve after he bakes them brownies. Robin was originally the only one to know about Steddie. After this incident, Eddie refuses to give up the hoodie.

Hope you enjoy this!! If you see any mistakes let me know and if you have any kind of prompts, send them my way 🥰

ALSO! Beware, I’m also going to work on some angst pieces specifically for Katy & Jess 😘

Tag list: (if you wanna be added let me know!)

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @grimmfitzz

#steddie #steddie fic #corroded coffin #Eddie Munson fic #nburkhardt writes #these boys are nickname addicts #they never call each other their actual names to each other #steve x eddie #steve x eddie fic #stranger things fic

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ramblingzandrantz · 10 months

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mfw 99% of the fandom is proshippers

i have been hyperfixating on the coffin of andy and leyley for quite a while. the story is great, and i'm looking forward the the full game being released.

HOWEVER

the fandom is one of the most disturbing i have seen yet. keep in mind, the game does contain murder, dismemberment, and cannibalism. all of these topics are extremely fucked up in their own ways, but the proshippers use this to their advantage. ' so you're condoning fictional cannibalism but not fictional consented ince$t? ' yes, yes i am, because these characters have never seen each other in a romantic light. also, i think you're forgetting this, ince$t is ILLEGAL and GROSS. and while, unfortunately, the protagonists did have to murder to escape, ince$t was NEVER NEEDED.

another point i have to address here is the so-called 'proof' of their relationship that the shippers go feral over. notice that, in all of them, they are JOKING. nothing remotely romantic has ever occurred between the siblings. even when andrew said them dying together would be 'romantic' he specified that he meant the other definition of romantic.

closing thoughts.

incest bad

stop the proshipping

and thank you.

for reading this sillygoofy man write

now if you excuse me, i'm going to listen to peaky peaky on repeat.

#the coffin of andy and leyley #the blogs called ramblingzandrantz for a reason

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a-little-unsteddie · 2 months

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rated m for mature themes. allusions to sex, but no sex, and references to drugs/alcohol

so i had a thought of like. sex worker!steve and famous!corroded coffin? please forgive the inaccuracy of party bus happenings, i have never not even once been in one. anyway. corroded coffin just got platinum or something for their album, maybe it was their first official album or maybe it was their second or third album who knows but! it is their first ever platinum and to celebrate chrissy (their manager) rents a party bus as a surprise with both male and female sex workers, and steve is one of them, lots of alcohol, no drugs harder than weed, wayne had kept eddie on the straight and narrow thus far.

it was just the band + chrissy, + their driver/security combo hopper, and then the three or four dancers. steve and eddie instantly click, steve having a good idea of who eddie was as part of the preparation before this specific party bus.

it wasn’t unusual for celebrities to rent the buses, so steve thought he was prepared for whatever the night had for him. except eddie immediately trips upon seeing steve because of how distracted he is by the prettiest boy he’s ever seen in his lifeand steve is immediately endeared, helping him stand back up with an amused smile.

“careful, baby, don’t wanna damage that pretty face of yours,” he says, watching in glee as eddie flushes at the words, and struggles to put together anything coherent for a moment before regaining his composure.

“sorry, sweet thing, i was blinded by your beauty,” he freely admitted, a flirtatious smile adorning his face. steve laughs sweetly, and eddie knows that he wants to be the cause of that laugh as much as possible.

the rest of the band (+ chrissy and hopper and the other dancers) watches on in exasperation as they proceed to spend the rest of the night flirting and dancing around each other, steve not willing to go further then some light petting before the end of his shift, eddie desperate to get his hands on steve properly, but loves the sweet dance that they’re doing too much to push for more, definitely understanding steve’s hesitation.

come morning they’re ready to pounce on each other and the moment that steve is technically off the clock he demands eddie to tske him to his hotel room so they can have some real fun.

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