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i just wanted to say i have been absolutely loving your t/m/a content <33333

Awww thanks!!! I’m glad you enjoyed reading my t/m/a content! 😊

#this is so sweet #inbox <3

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Here is a tiny 1.1k introduction of my bodyguard au. Eddie Munson, one of Hollywood’s hottest actors, is also the poster child for bad decisions and evading his team. Enter Steve Harrington, the only bodyguard that can seem to keep up with him. I hope you enjoy! 

(Eventually it will be steddie, but currently….not so much.)

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If Munson tries anything today, Steve swears he’s going to manhandle the guy back to his apartment and tie him to a damn chair. The bodyguard doesn’t have the patience, not when his head feels like it’s going to split open and the world around him feels far off and disorienting. He’s walking around The Grove with the actor and Chrissy Cunningham; one of the man’s friends he actually enjoys, while they attempt to find a present for another person’s birthday, maybe Zendaya? He can’t quite remember. 

The thing is, Steve doesn’t need to worry about actual threats, at least, mostly. Sure the pair of friends both have millions of fans, some of which are bound to get overly excited and rush up to them, but he’s been hired as the long haired man’s bodyguard for one reason specifically- himself. 

Eddie Munson is one of Hollywood’s most unpredictable ‘bad boys’ as of late. He’s known to steal, take drugs, party, and put himself and others in danger. He’s gained the reputation of being a flight risk, and knows how to lose every bodyguard he’s had in a matter of seconds- until Steve. 

Steve’s good at reading people, good at knowing their next moves, recognizing body language, knowing places they go and where exits are. He might only be 30, but he’s one of the best bodyguards hireable. And now, as of one month ago, he’s Munson’s. 

The kid; twenty eight but still a kid through his actions, is definitely Steve’s most demanding client. He’s used to random requests from other clients he’s had, but not used to being woken up at three am just to get coffee and stand by a door while Munson shoves his tongue down yet another random Hollywood elite’s throat. It’s exhausting but rewarding, especially in moments like these, when Munson’s actually being calm and acting like a normal human, just out with his best friend laughing at a random joke while a few people take photos of them from across the walkways. 

“Mmm, let’s try there, shall we?” Munson gestures to the large Coach store. 

Raising an eyebrow, Steve follows. The actor doesn’t wear Coach, probably would rather drop dead than be seen in it. His muddled brain reminds him then that they’re looking for a present, not just for People’s #5 sexiest man in Hollywood. 

A crowd is huddling near the entrance, and as Steve passes them, the sound of the voices grates against his ears, making him wince. The one upside of the store is that it’s quiet and the lights are low. If only Munson could take a hint and follow the volume. 

“Do you think she’d want that new perfume? The one Scarlett’s been endorsing?” Munson asks his friend. 

“Probably not, I’d do a purse. I still can’t believe you haven’t gotten anything when her party is in three hours,” Chrissy rolls her eyes and Steve smirks. 

Right there with you, Chrissy. 

“Yeah, well, I was kind of…indisposed last night,” the curly haired man smirks, rings glinting against the sheen of a glass cabinet with scarves in it. 

Steve grimaces as he remembers having to listen to the loud moans coming from both Munson and Harry fucking Styles last night, and the way; after all was said and done and Munson was walking out with dark bruises on his neck and a different shirt on, that he’d looked at Steve with a wolffish grin and said ‘god British men give the best fucks.’ 

“With who?” 

“I don’t kiss and tell Chris.” 

Both she and Steve snort at the same time. 

“Did I ask, Harrington?” 

Steve straightens and rolls his eyes, temple throbbing. He feels achy now, too, he’s realizing, and his throat’s sore. Sniffling, the bodyguard crosses his arms and huffs. 

“Nope. But you did scream ‘Harry’ loudly, multiple times last night, and I think I deserve to make a noise for having to endure it.” 

Chrissy’s eyes go wide, but the kid just shrugs it off as if it’s no big deal. Little shit. Even he knows Harry Styles is a big ass deal. As the two talk, Steve rubs his face and lets his shoulders sag, trying to focus on anything but how he feels. He hopes one of the two will want coffee soon, maybe he can down a shot of espresso. 

By the time Munson has a gift and they’re back in the large black SUV heading towards the man’s apartment, he’s still espresso-less and can’t decide if he wants to tell him to shut up or just push him out of the car all together. Chrissy, for her part, keeps shooting him glances, which means she’s noticed he’s not entirely on his game like always. At least the actor hadn’t noticed.  Cat and Mouse isn’t something he wants to play today. 

“I’m going to head out,” Chrissy announces once they get out of the car. “I have to go change, but I’ll see you there lovebug,” she kisses Eddie’s cheek. “Feel better Steve!” 

Face growing warm, Steve shifts awkwardly, always having hated being called out. He can physically feel Eddie turn to look at him, can feel eyes boring into the back of his head as they walk through the front doors of the complex. 

“What does she mean to feel better? You’re fine,” Eddie’s tone is uninterested, like he’s asking just out of pure manners. If Steve didn’t know the guy’s uncle, he’d refuse to believe he even knew what manners were. 

“I’m fine. Don’t know what she meant,” Steve grinds out, jaw clenched. 

“Well you have fun doing whatever while I get ready. Might need you to help me with my leather pants though,” Munson winks, making Steve choke on his spit and cough, though it takes a moment to make it stop. 

“If you are sick, don’t cough all over everything, I have so much shit coming up, I can’t afford to get the plague from you.” 

The scoff Eddie throws towards him is enough to make the ex jock feel annoyed. Yeah, he might feel sick, but no way in hell will Eddie know that. 

“Of course your highness, I forgot that lowly peasants like me mean nothing to you.” 

“Damn right Harrington. You could be half dead, I don’t care. You’re employed by me, so if I need you to do something, you do it. Plague or not. Maybe wear a mask though.” 

By the time Munson goes to his room, Steve sighs and sits on the large leather couch, wondering if the actor keeps Motrin anywhere. He’s going to need it with how he’s feeling, if he intends to get through the night. Fuck. 

TBC? 

#i like this #please continue #♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ #s/teve h/arrington #e/ddie m/unson #s/tranger t/hings au #bodyguard au

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Short lil’ update to this au

Sorry it’s been forever, I’ve had a bit of a writers block on this fic. I have a lot of idea I just have to find the words to get to where I want to get in this fic. 😭 Hope you guys enjoy this lil’ update!!! Part 1, Part 2 and the playlist for this au! ~ Robin woke up to the shrill ring of her phone, groaning as she pawed around for it glaring at the screen when she saw Steve’s stupid face flashing across the screen “This better be good if you’re waking me up…” Robin trailed off glancing at the little numbers at the top of her screen, “ at 6:00 am. What the fuck, Harrington?” “Sorry…shit…”Robin’s brow furrowed as she recognized Julie’s voice on the other end,” I know it’s early but I found your number on Steve’s phone, and I didn’t know who to call about this… “What?” Robin sat up in bed, dread settling heavily into the pit of her stomach a little more awake now, “Did something happen? Is Steve okay?” “No!” Julie exclaimed, cursing on the other end, “Steve’s fine…well mostly fine. He’s got the flu.” “The flu…but he was fine like yesterday,” Robin sighed, flopping back against her pillows relief flooding her body, “is the flu like some sort of code for a hangover, because we already talked about that. Hangovers don’t count as sick.” “I wish…”Julie huffed out a laugh, “we didn’t even make it out the door last night, before it hit him hard…trust me it’s bad.” “Alright I don’t need details,” Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust, “tell him I hope he feels better…I guess?” “I’ll keep you posted.” Julie hung up, running her fingers through her hair as she blew out a long sigh through her mouth. Trying to figure out how she was going to get Steve up out of the basement by herself. “Alright Stevie…” She murmured rousing her friend enough so that she could haul him up onto his feet, nearly buckling under his weight, “come on buddy you’re gonna have to help me out here, you’re like solid muscle.” Steve groaned, somehow managing to stay upright as Julie haphazardly hauled his aching body up the stairs. His legs trembling underneath him, threatening to give out. “Just a little further, Stevie.” She dragged him over to the couch before finally giving out a bit under his weight, letting Steve slide onto the couch with a graceless flop. Panting Julie slumped down next to him with a huff, letting her body rest for a moment. “I need to get ready for work…” Steve mumbled, but he didn’t make any move to get up off the couch, slumping against Julie with pained hiss. “Not today, lover boy.” Julie told him, patting him on the shoulder before shifting so that Steve could stretch out across the length of the couch. She took the throw blanket off the back, draping it over him when she noticed him tremble. Steve just burrowed further under the blankets with a wide jaw cracking yawn as Julie carded her fingers through his hair, “That’s it just relax, Stevie.” His muscles slowly unwind as his body relaxes. “I don’t have the flu…”He murmured, half asleep already,”j’st run hot.” Julie shushed him softly, rubbing his back. She could feel his breathing start to even out, eyes sliding closed before Steve started to snore softly.

#s/tranger t/hings au #werewolf steve au #oc! #s/teve h/arrington #j/ulie r/ichardson #r/obin b/uckley #night reblog

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Werewolf Au

-Got bit in his senior year.      -While dealing with all the stuff with Nancy was happening.      -Was bit protecting Max, Lucas and Dustin.      -They’re the only other ones other that know other than Julie, and        they work at the coffee shop with Steve & Robin. -Gets Wolfier the day of the full moon       -Fangs, yellow eyes, fuzzy ears, etc…       -Sensitive to sounds and smells.       -Pack mentality with people he’s close to in his life. -Lives in a crappy one bedroom with a basement attachment to compensate for his odd affliction. -Eddie and Steve used to be friends when before their freshman year of high school.        -They had a falling out with each other a few weeks before school          started.        -Julie went to a different high school, so Steve latched onto         Tommy and Carol as friends.        -Why? I like drama. -Eddie’s allergic to dogs and is low key allergic to Steve. For funsies. 🤣 -Hopper is the Sheriff looking into mysterious animal deaths around Hawkins -Tommy is one of the werewolves and he bit Steve .   

#werewolf steve au #s/tranger t/hings au #s/teve h/arrington #e/ddie m/unson #m/ax m/ayfield #r/obin b/uckley #l/ucas s/inclair #d/ustin h/enderson #oc! #j/ulie r/ichardson

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Yo, I just realized tomorrow’s my Birthday and I’m gonna be 26!!!

So if anyone wants to send me some fun little writing prompts, my ask box is open!

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Did a little writing tonight and decided to make a playlist for this au!!! Just some songs that made me think of this au, so enjoy! Hopefully I will have some parts posted for this au!!! 

#Afternoon reblog

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8. taking a bath together with Steddie? 🥹

Thought this would be a nice part 2 to the first prompt here , that I answered, lol I hope that's okay. Also I feel like saying this is another one of my favorite tropes the idea of taking a bath together and washing someone's hair it's just so intimate and soft. 8. Taking a Bath together Steve blinked brown eyes as his boyfriend slowly came into focus. “Hey there,” Eddie smiled, his brown eyes filled with warmth as he cupped Steve’s face, rubbing gentle circles into his cheek with a calloused thumb, “how are you feeling, Sunshine?” He groaned burrowing further into his blanket puddle with a full body shiver, leaning a bit into Eddie’s cooler hand. “That good,”Eddie huffed out a chuckle, moving hand up to comb through Steve’s hair using his hand to lazily scratch his scalp with his blunt nails, “do you want me to fill up the tub? Get you all cozy before you take a nap?” Steve nodded with a wide jaw cracking yawn, tracking his boyfriend with his eyes as he ducked out of the room to get the bath ready. It felt longer than it actually was before Eddie returned, time moving sluggishly like molasses. Blinking his eyes open again exhausted as the older man helped him off the couch, leading Steve carefully to the bathroom. Opening the bathroom door a thick steam left the bathroom enveloping them, already starting to loosen up the building congestion thick in his sinus’. The trickle of watery mucus down his left nostril making his breath hitch. “I’ve got you, Sunshine.”Eddie mumbled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, feeling Steve’s chest swell with itchy breaths. “ Hhh’hah’ HHITSCHHIUuh!! ‘TSCCH! HAH’ASSshuue!!...sndf,” Steve snuffled thickly rubbing his leaky nose on his wrist, “gh…gross.” He croaked, rubbing at his pink nose. Eddie rubbed his boyfriends back in slow smooth circles, helping the younger man take off his clothes easing him into the bathtub before stripping down. He slid into the bathtub behind his boyfriend letting Steve recline back against his chest with a contented sigh. Taking the shampoo off the shelf, lathering it into Steve’s thick brown hair, scratching into his scalp with his nails. “How are you literally a godsend?” Steve groaned, letting his boyfriend carefully rinse the shampoo out of his hair, before gently massaging the conditioner into hair. “Mmmm I try my hardest,”Eddie murmured, pressing a warm kiss into his shoulder, letting the conditioner sit for a few minutes then he rinsed it out of his hair. “ AHH‘TSSHuu!” Steve snapped forward abruptly with a harsh sneeze, “gh…sorry about that.” He rubbed at his pink nose with an itchy little squelch. “Bless you,”Eddie mumbled into his shoulder, “no sorry’s needed, Sunshine.” They stayed in the tub until the water turned lukewarm, Eddie shifted slightly rousing the younger man helping him out of the tub. He wrapped him in one of the obscenely fluffy towels, carefully drying him off. Eddie helped him get changed into a pair of gray sweats pulling the yellow sweatshirt over Steve’s head pressing a kiss to his warm forehead. He changed before he tucked the younger man into bed before crawling in pulling Steve into his arms letting him rest against his chest. Steve melted into Eddie arms, the older man rubbing his back until his breath evened out and he began to snore softly. 

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“Having a cold does not make you weak” for steddie? <3

I live and I’ve found the motivation to write a small thing, no snz just good old fashion feelings sickfic. I hope that’s okay, and that you still enjoy reading this! I could potentially be coaxed into writing a part 2 if anyone’s interested!!! 37. “Having a cold doesn’t make you weak.”

Steve glared down at the thermometer like squinting at the numbers would make them change somehow. The little red line on the thermometer taunting him, as he rubbed his face pressing into his sinus’, trying to relieve the pressure building there from the congestion. At least he didn’t have to worry about calling out, since it was his day off, but the idea of sitting home alone wasn’t exactly thrilling either. Sparing a glance at the phone Steve considered calling his boyfriend. Eddie would come over in a heartbeat if Steve called him, but still he hesitated. They haven’t been dating all that long, and Eddie probably had better things to do than babysit him all day. Steve was a grown man for Christ sake. His brow furrowed as he pondered this thought, nearly leaping out of his skin when the phone came to life with a shrill ringing. Scrambling for the phone he answered. “Harrington residence,”Steve croaked out, clearing his throat before continuing, reciting the response that had been drilled into him, “you’re talking to Steve Harrington, who may I ask is calling?” “Stevie,”Eddie answered, his voice warm like liquid honey, making his heart melt, “you’re not sounding too hot, Sunshine.” 

He could feel his heart clench in his chest, his boyfriends voice laced with careful concern. Not even bothering to tease Steve about his ridiculous way of answering the phone. “Guess that answers my question, about where you are…”Eddie mumbled, and it took Steve a minute to figure out what his boyfriend was talking about frowning. “Fuuuuck…”Steve mumbled, when it finally hit him, “I was supposed to pick you up so we could go to breakfast, I can leave like now.” “Absolutely not,”The older man huffed on the other end, “you sound like crap, so you are going to stay at home bundled up on the couch.” Steve felt his throat tighten, sniffling as his eyes welled up with unshed tears blinking them away, reaching up with his fingers to pinch away the moisture gathering at the edges of his nostrils. Of course Eddie didn’t want to hang out, he was probably gross and contagious.Still Steve protested weakly, the selfish part of him not wanting to be left alone. “It’s fine…”He mumbled, “it’s not that bad we can still go to breakfast I’ll just tough it out.” “Steve...”Eddie sighed, “I’ll just pick up some stuff and we’ll move breakfast to your house, having a cold doesn’t make you weak, Sunshine. ” “...You’re coming over?” Steve asked in a small voice, that made Eddie heartache in a way that spread all the way to his finger tips. “Yeah Stevie, you’re sick,” He answered, keeping his voice soft and gentle, “of course I’m coming over. Now go make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll be right over, lover boy.” “M’kay…”Steve nodded, reluctantly hanging up the phone getting comfortable on the couch. Waiting patiently in the comforting knowledge that Eddie would be there soon.

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Welcome to the very first fic in my werewolf au! This is sort of the first part in this au establishing the premises, and who knows this might actually end up being a long fic, lol. But if anyone has any ideas for branching off little side plots to this story, you just wanna drop by to give your thoughts or you have any questions feel free to drop by my inbox! “Welcome to Jumpstart Coffee shop,”Robin used her best customer service voice, when she heard the bell over the door jingle,”how can we help you jumpstart your day?”

Her heart leapt into her throat when she turned and found a girl standing there on the other side of the counter. A very pretty girl only a couple inches shorter than her. It took Robin longer than she should have to realize that the pretty girl was talking to her, clearing her throat. “Sorry…uh,”She stumbled over her words, feeling her face heat up,” could you…repeat that?” “Oh uh…yeah, I’m looking for someone actually…”The girl repeated, winding her hair anxiously around her finger, “Steve Harrington?” Robin’s heart dropped, shattering on the ground when the girl asked for her coworker. “He’s in the back I’ll…go grab him for you,”She mumbled dejectedly, pushing the door open to the break room, “Hey Dingus, there’s a girl here for you!” Steve stumbled out of the back, and the girl covered her mouth stifling a giggle when the older man came into view. Robin didn’t blame her, Steve looked ridiculous. He had a thick wool beanie pulled so far down on his head that it covered his ears, a crisp white mask covering his mouth and nose. All he was missing was a pair of shades

“Julie!” Steve exclaimed voice muffled slightly by the mask, tilting his head like a curious dog, “You’re not supposed to be in till Friday!” “…Steve it is Friday.”Julie answered, and Steve sort of just blinked at her a bit dumly as a slow flush crept up his face, “can we maybe talk in private.” She hissed giving Steve a pointed look as he deflated a little. “Break rooms free for your little make out session,”Robin answered, coldly taking her place behind the counter, “be quick though Steve has actual work to do.” “What!? No that’s not why I’-”Julie squeaked, unable to explain herself before getting cut off by the little bell,”You. Break room. NOW.”She grit her teeth, shoving Steve in the direction of the door labeled employees only. “Julie!” Steve yelped, as the smaller woman pushed him through the door, “Christ if Robin didn’t think we were fucking before, she sure as hell does now!” “I don’t care! Are you completely insane!?” She hissed at him in a hushed tone, “You do know what day it is right!?” “October first?” Steve answered unhelpfully with a sheepish little shrug, holding his hands up in defense when Julie grabbed one of the rags laying around swatting at him with it.

“The full moon dumbass,”Julie ground out through gritted teeth,”a blood moon too, aren’t you supposed to be the werewolf!? Why am I the moon expert?” “I’m aware of that,”He told her, trying to keep his voice down, taking the rag from her, “a little hard to forget when I have fangs right now!!” Pulling back the mask to show off his sharp pearly whites.

“You eyes are yellow too,” Julie informed him with a snort, watching him scramble to pull out his phone to look, “I also assume that beanie on your head isn’t just for looks…fuck I thought you called out on full moons?” “No one to cover my shift,”Steve told her, examining his golden irises, “shit they really are yellow.”

“Yeah they are…”Julie sighed, rubbing a tired hand over her face, “What gives?Where are your sunglasses?”

“Woke up late this morning and couldn’t find them,” He groaned, sliding his phone back into his pocket, “figured it’d be fine since I covered most of the bases.”

Julie took a deep breath letting out a long weary sigh,”I think I have a pair you can borrow…how much longer do you have in your shift?”

“I get off before it gets dark, if that’s what you’re asking,” Steve told her, leaning backa against the wall, “no closing shifts for this guy.”

They both nearly jumped out of their skin when someone started banging on the door, Steve fumbling to hastily pull his mask back on his face.

“Hey lovebirds,”Robin called out, “times up, come out.” Julie looked at Steve feigning a gag at the mention of lovebirds. “Get the sunglasses first,” She tossed Steve her keys, “don’t let anyone see your eyes got it.” Watching Steve fumble to catch the keys before nodding to her.

They left the break room so quickly that Julie almost ran directly into a familiar dark head of hair, stumbled backwards a hand catching her before she fell on her ass. “Whoa there,”Eddie said, a cheeky little grin on his face that showed off his dimples nicely, “was he really that bad?”

“Eddie!” Julie grinned, throwing her arm around the older man, hugging him as Steve squeezed past them, “I haven’t seen you since middle school! Not rocking the buzz cut anymore?” “Nah man, got a full lion’s mane now!” Eddie pulled away showing off his long curly hair, “Robin told me about you and Harrington, you know you’re out of his league, right?” “Not happening,”Julie rolled her eyes, “Steve and I will forever only just be friends.” Robin snorted as the little bell over the door dinged announcing Steve’s return, “You know I didn’t get it before but I really think the pink heart sunglasses tie together the look?” “Starting a new trend or just trying to win a fashion contest Harrington?” Eddie joined into the ribbing, watching Steve’s face turn a lovely shade of pink to match his glasses. “Laugh it up, Munson,” Steve rolled his eyes behind the rose colored lens, “at least I have fashion.”

“If you’re calling your collection of polo shirts fashion, then I don’t think I want to be fashionable,” Eddie sniffled, thumbing at his nose, “you look like a gap model.” “Aww you really think I could be a model?” Steve shot back, putting a hand on his chest, feigning like he’d received an honest compliment from the other man.

“You’re right, Gap is too sophisticated,”The older man back tracked, correcting himself, “I was thinking more baby gap, since it still looks like your mommy dresses you.” Steve felt like his face was on fire as he opened his mouth to retaliate. “Enough with the pissing contest,” She called out from where she was making drinks, “I’m drowning over here, you’re supposed to be working register Steve.” Eddie’s attention wasn’t only the conversation anymore anyway, using his wrist to scrub at his nose, turning it a lovely irritated shade of pink. “You good?”Julie asked, but Eddie only held up a finger pausing as his mouth hung open slightly, eyelids at half mast as his breath hitched. “Hih'ih'GXSHht!” He sneezed off to the side, scrubbing at his nose with his wrist still looking a bit itchy, “gh…sorry not sure where that came from, probably allergic to whatever shitty cologne Harringtons got on.” “Not wearing cologne today, asshole!” Steve chimed in, passing an order off to Robing to make. “Can’t be much eheh…sndf…else,”Eddie knuckled at his nose pink nostrils fluttering, stumbling over his words,“only aller’hih..allergic to pollen, your shitty c-cologne…and dogs.” “I forgot you were allergic to dogs…”Julie started realizing her mistake a little too late, Steve head snapping toward her so quickly that she swore she could hear it crack a little. “Yehh…yeah what does thah…that have to do with anything?”Eddie asked, snuffling thickly into his wrist. “Nothing!” Julie exclaimed, “It’s just that my old roommate from Cali had a dog, haven’t had a chance to wash the fur off. That’s probably what you’re reacting to is…what I’m saying.” Eddie gave her an odd look which quickly turned hazy with the need to sneeze “Hih’IH’GSShxt! ‘GXXSHht! ‘XSHhtiew! HIh’GSHIEW!!!” He pulled his bandanna out of his pocket pressing it to his leaky nose, “gh…shit sorry I gotta get out of here, later.” He gave a little wave while taking his coffee before dipping out of the coffee shop.

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Eddie has to cancel, the boys blame Steve.

#this is so cute #Steve: I told him not to kiss me. #Eddie: TRAITOR!!! :(

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Steve ending up in a group chat with Eddie’s bandmates as they essentially say come get ya boy he’s too sick to be here. Maybe Eddie’s part of the chat like I am right here guys, stop conspiring against me.

#this is really cute #it made me laugh

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Shout out to fanfic writers that don’t get put on rec lists.

Shout out to fanfic writers who write short fanfics.

Shout out to fanfic writers who don’t write often.

Your fics are just as much a labor of love.

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Hmm. Agreed.

hi. headcolds

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I posted this to the wrong blog but I’m too tired to fix it so oops

It’s here finally the next part of my steddie fic, and I’m not gonna lie I got a little gross in this chapter so it might be a little messier than the other chapters lol. But I am certain there are people on here that will enjoy though so you have been warned.

Here is Part 1 and Part 2 btw for anyone that didn’t know they existed lol. There’s probably going to end up being a 4th part at this rate.

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#s/teve h/arrington #e/ddie m/unson #s/teddie #cw: #mess #nose blowing #mild swearing #tbc #sickfic #snz #oh well #its fine they’re both kink blogs

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If anyone’s interested I made a Master List of all my fics.

I discovered some old OC’s I might revisit and some really bad fanfic titles but HERE THE LINK to it if anyone’s interested!!!

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Updated Commissions Sheet!

Hey there~! Times are definitely tough for me at the moment, I’m gonna be moving out with some new roommates soon and my job is… kind of up in the air at the moment. Which is why I’ve decided to update and open up my writing commissions once again! Below you’ll find a list of things I will/will not write, along with some of the adjusted prices.

I am willing to write:

All genre and ratings

NSFW/Smut

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, etc.

Self inserts

Any character viewpoint (ex. first person, second, third)

Original Characters (yours, mine and ours! heh)

I am NOT willing to write:

R*pe

Scat

Anything that advocates racism, homophobia, etc.

Ped*philia

Non-con

Slavery-based prompts

(If you have questions concerning what hasn’t been covered in my lists, do not hesitate to ask. I am very open minded and friendly, and our discussions will always be just between us. However please do not ask that I write something I have already stated I will NOT write. Odds are you won’t get a different answer.)

Prices:

$5 - 250 words

$10 - 500

$13 - 750

$19 - 1k

$30 - 1.5k

Payment via Paypal (friends and family) is preferred at the moment.

(For now I’m capping my length at 1,500 words. You may inquire about works over that amount, because depending on the material/inspiration I may be willing to go over. Just ask! I also do wavs as well, so if that’s something that strikes your fancy, again, feel free to dm me or hit my ask!) 

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There’s actual sneezing in this part!!! YAY!!! More mechanically inclined Eddie because I like the idea of him being good at fixing things. I hope writing their dynamic right, I’m not totally sure but I’m having fun!!! Looks like there might be a part 3 if people are still interested, we’ll see but anyway enjoy!!!

Eddie spent the next hour fiddling with the heating unit, glancing anxiously at Steve watching as his budding cold slowly progressed shifting into his head. Steve leaned heavily on the counter, a hand pressed to his forehead like he was trying to will away a headache. He was on the phone listening to a customer drone on about a movie they wanted but didn’t know the title. It sounded like his sinus had turned to sludge, with every syrupy sniffle. The general brain fog that came with being sick hazing over his expression. Eddie’s heart constricted hearing Steve’s breath snag for what had to be the millionth time in an hour.

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#aftenoon reblog #tbc #i wasn't expecting this to be this long #i guess there's going to be a part three #s/teddie #s/teve h/arrington #e/ddie m/unson #sickfic #snzfic