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#bad boy dave au
dave-me0wstaine · 5 months
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HIII Okay so, I'm going absolutely fucking feral over bad boy!80's Dave x innocent!reader, can you make a full fic on it pleaaase?
ofc!! i was planning on making a full fic + a few blurbs of badboy! 80s dave bc i've legit been thinking about this scenario for a few weeks!!
like i imagine that the two of you meet at a record store he works at, and the instant he sees you he's smitten. you just look so soft and sweet, and the little babydoll dress you have on drives him insane. it doesn't take long for dave to start speaking to you, asking you if you need help with anything, or making flirtatious small talk, giving compliments, etc. your shy responses only make him that much more obsessed with you; your demeanor matches your exterior; you're so kind and soft-spoken, and so innocent.
to dave's surprise, you're surprisingly eager to befriend him. truth is, you've only been coming into the record store the past couple of weeks to see him. you couldn't put your finger on it, but something about him was just so...alluring. anytime he looked at you, you instantly felt butterflies in your tummy, and whenever his calloused hands would brush against your soft ones while handing you whatever you purchased, the butterflies seemed to move in-between your legs. and sometimes, you'd go home and wiggle your cunt around on your pillow, trying desperately to get the feeling to go away, but always end up frustrated and confused at what you're feeling.
not long after you meet, the two of you are inseparable, much to your parents' dismay. you're always hanging around the record store, talking to him while he straightens the shelves, while he's smoking on his break, etc., and he does the same at your little part-time job at the bookstore, always hanging around if he himself doesn't have to work.
eventually, he starts sneaking into your window at night, under the guise of just "hanging out". which is true, for a while at least. until, dave starts suggesting that the two of you lay together, cuddle, maybe share the occasional kiss (or makeout session). and you, ever the innocent girl, are convinced by dave's assurances. "this is what friends are supposed to do, baby."
and one night, just like always, you hear the tell-tale sign that you have a special visitor; you hear your window slowly creak open, and hear the familiar gruffness of dave's voice.
"hey, sweet girl," he drawls out, making his way to where you're stretched out on your stomach on the bed, reading a book.
"hi davie." your voice rings out sweetly, and a shy smile is on your lips. you feel his weight on shift on the bed, and his hand rakes gently through your hair. again, you begin to feel butterflies low in your stomach, and as a result you unknowingly squeeze your thighs together. dave, ever the observant, takes note of this.
"what's wrong, sweetheart?" he questions, and when you simply shoot him a confused look, he elaborates. "you're wigglin' around."
"s'nothin'," you slur out, hiding your face, which is getting hotter by the second, into your bed covers. you always seem to get flustered each time you hang out with dave, and you're not quite sure why. dave however, gets a sly look on his face as he realizes exactly what it is you're feeling.
"oh, i think i know, hun." dave purrs out, running his hands over your hips. he ghosts his fingers across your lower back, across your slightly-too-short pajama bottoms. slowly, his fingers start to dip underneath the fabric.
"d'you trust me?" he whispers to you, fingers hesitant and antsy. as much as he'd like to act on impulse, he doesn't want to scare you away from him. dave doesn't think his heart would take it if you pushed him away because of something he did.
"of course i do," you chirp happily. "you're being silly, davie."
"yeah? then lemme make you feel good," his fingers begin pulling the fabric of your pajama shorts and underwear down your ass, and he feels you tense underneath his touch. "if you wanna stop-"
"n-no! no, please, don't," you cut him off, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and you start to feel embarrassed. but before that feeling can truly set in, another one emerges; the same feeling you get whenever the two of you kiss, except this time it's stronger. much stronger.
"fuck, you're so pretty, baby." dave mutters, almost to himself. with a large hand, he spreads your cheeks apart, marveling at the glistening slick coating your cunt. just the sight alone makes his brain feel like tv static, and without thinking, he lowers his head down and sticks his tongue out to get a taste of you.
you yelp out of surprise, and before long, dave's manhandled you so that your ass is up in the air, and your face is shoved into your soft, pink blankets as he eats you from behind. the noises that the sound of his mouth on your cunt makes your legs quiver, and you whine even louder into the blankets.
"gotta be quieter, baby," dave pulls away momentarily, out of breath, to gently scold you, but really, he doesn't care. as far as he's concerned he's on cloud nine, eating out a girl that he's had a crush on for months at this point, making her cream on his tongue. if he died in the next 10 minutes, he'd die a happy man.
"m's-sorry!" you squeak out, and bite down on the blankets to muffle out any of your noises. it's a miracle you had enough sense to do this, considering how out of your mind with pleasure you were. so out of your mind, in-fact, that your orgasm took both you and dave by surprise (not that you'd really know what that felt like anyway, considering you've never had one before).
dave continues to lap at your clit while you come down from your orgasm, and overstimulates you to the point that you're trying in vain to wiggle your hips - which are held tightly in his grasp - away from his mouth. eventually, after delivering a sharp tug to his hair, he begrudgingly pulls away, flipping your body over so that you're on your back, looking up at him with unfocused, sleepy eyes.
"feel better, pretty girl?" he asks you, softly brushing stray hairs away from your face and behind your ear. you can only nod, your voice hoarse from the whines and moans you desperately tried to muffle.
he huffs out a small laugh through his nose at the sight of you, dazed, flushed, and out of breath, and plants a chaste kiss to your lips.
"let's get you in bed, sleepy girl."
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jo-harrington · 11 months
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Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 4)
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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Word Count: 13.8k
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)
Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.
Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.
Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Angst, body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love, mutual pining, fatphobia (if you squint?), Babysitter Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Things That Require Communication (Too Bad There Isn't Any), Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, brief mention of suicide, self hatred, loss of identity, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, dry humping
Note: Ok this one...took a while. And after 3 rewrites and me coming to a 3 am epiphany that I'm a better writer than I give myself credit for, here we are. Shout out to @ghost-proofbaby @trashmouth-richie @br0ck-eddie @big-ope-vibes and I'm sure a lot of other people for getting me through this. My computer is currently running like a potato and doesn't want me to add more to this text post.
You can find my masterlist here.
Please do not interact if you are not 18+.
Enjoy!
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"What do you guys think he's doing?"
"He seems pretty focused. New lyrics?"
"Nah, he has to be planning something really messed up for Friday's session."
"Or, instead of lurking around and gossiping like old biddies," Steve raised his voice to add to the commentary. He glanced up from his notebook and passed an expectant look at the rest of Corroded Coffin as they hovered a few feet away, lunches in hand, hesitant to join him at the lunch table. "You could just ask. Now are you guys gonna just stand there looking like nerf herders or are you gonna sit?"
The boys immediately jumped and shuffled to the table to take their seats.
"Uh, so...Eddie," Jeff began hesitantly as worked on the latch of his lunchbox. "What, uh, are you writing?"
"Miller wants an essay about the Constitution," Steve explained and scratched his forehead with the worn-down eraser of his pencil.
"Oh shit, and it's due today?" Dave went wide-eyed.
"Nah, not til next week," Steve shrugged, and then looked up to see the dumbstruck expressions on Eddie's friends' faces. "What?"
"You're...doing homework that's due next week?" Gareth laughed. "Who are you and what've you done with Eddie?" The other boys chuckled and Steve couldn't help but crack a secret smile.
If they only knew.
It was another hour, another day, another week in the body of Eddie Munson.
For the most part it had been bearable, and Steve wondered if it was actually getting easier or he was just getting used to it. He really hadn't realized how many plates Eddie kept spinning though, and when he initially questioned how Eddie continued to fail senior year...well he quickly changed his tune.
On top of the Hellfire Club, Corroded Coffin gigs and practices, and the endless parties that he seemed to be invited to deal at, he seemed to take care of everyone.
He made sure the kids and the guys were all protected from bullies, which meant Steve had to perpetuate the whole Satanic facade--he was getting pretty good at the devil horns and tongue. The money he made dealing immediately got split between various stashes around the trailer, then his and Wayne's wallets, which made Steve extremely guilty about the allowance his mother bribed him with gave him. And if that wasn't enough, Eddie was the one who shopped and made meals for Wayne and, surprisingly, Reefer Rick.
Steve had only seen Rick a handful of times over the years before Eddie had taken over as the designated dealer at all the high school and college parties. More recently, Rick would only make a trip into Hawkins to stop by the VFW and then swing by Family Video. He never questioned why...and he almost felt ashamed that he never did before now.
He got too hung up on rumors and jokes. About Rick. And about Eddie.
Steve had promised to play the part though, and he did...but it was really starting to wear him out.
Still...Steve figured that he would make the slightest bit of an effort on Eddie's school work. For all the glory days of high school that Steve had...he was getting pretty sick of Hawkins High. At the very least, he could help Eddie get out of here. And at the most, if he was stuck in Eddie's body forever...well, he didn't want to be a 50-year old high school senior.
Jeff and the guys had mocked Eddie's speech about flipping Higgins off during graduation...and damn if Steve wasn't going to make that happen, come hell or high water.
The younger boys finally took their seats at the table, Dustin practically bursting with frantic energy, as usual, and Mike extra glum.
"What's got you down Wheeler?" Steve asked, throwing a pretzel at Mike's head. "I know it's only Monday but..."
"Someone's keeping my birthday present a secret," Mike groused and Dustin rolled his eyes.
"Here we go. He's been complaining about it all day," he explained. "Lucas and I literally can't have a minute alone to discuss it."
"You know I hate secrets."
"And he tried to bribe Will."
The two of them squabbled back and forth and Steve grinned fondly.
He might've loathed the homework but he was glad he got to see the kids more. More still, he was...almost grateful that Eddie had been there to guide them through the minefield of the first few months of freshman year, since he couldn't.
"Alright, that's it. Shut up!" Steve finally shouted. "You're just gonna have to have a little patience, Wheeler. Just cuz your mommy still says you're special, doesn't mean everyone else is gonna let you walk all over them."
The guys all snickered and made quiet jabs and kissy noises at him, calling him Mama's Boy and the like, as Mike turned red.
"Shut up I don't--hey, how did you know about that?" he narrowed his eyes. Steve's eyebrows jumped in challenge and Mike backed down with a sigh. "Whatever. Fuck you guys...anyway, Eddie, my sister wants to talk to you," he announced in a bored tone.
Now that piqued Steve's interest; he sat up straight and glanced around the cafeteria for her.
As though he didn't know exactly where she and Jonathan Byers sat.
He felt his heart speed up when he met her eyes and she waved him over.
Steve had done his best over the last year-and-a-half to get over Nancy. He'd gone to prom solo, asked new girls out left and right...shit he'd even tried to get her back once or twice. Or at least get her to dump Jonathan. He wasn't entirely proud of it but...Robin had really been the one to set him straight.
He'd faced a lot of bitter realizations but he thought he'd been through the thick of it. Seeing Nancy in passing now and again at school though...well it wasn't doing anything to help that.
And now Nancy wanted to talk to Eddie? Why? They didn't have any classes together--she had practically all Advanced Placement classes and Eddie obviously didn't. Aside from his association with Mike, Nancy steered clear of Eddie.
As Steve got to his feet--ignoring Dustin's cry of "hey can you meet me in the library after school"--a laughable thought struck Steve.
First you had confessed your crush on Eddie. What if Nancy was next in line?
He faltered in his step as he made his way across the cafeteria.
Maybe it wasn't so laughable after all.
Since you had made that little confession to "Eddie," Steve had gotten half-the-idea in his head that...well Eddie wasn't that bad of a guy, what if he could find Eddie a girlfriend or something? He'd tried to ask out a few of the cheerleaders who had approached him about dealing at a party but was promptly laughed at.
And he wasn't gonna even bring up that one girl who was lingering in the theater department last Friday after school, as he went to set up for Hellfire with the kids. He was lucky she didn't just die of fright as he said hi.
What if the answer was Nancy all along?
It almost made him feel a little sick.
Except...
She liked...weird guys like Jonathan...and Eddie was certainly a weird kind of guy. And one of the things Nancy had liked about Steve had been his cool personality. Sure Eddie was sort of a loser...but she was popular now thanks to Steve...what if she liked the cool, bad boy and was getting bored of Jonathan.
As he continued on his journey he mentally calculated the distance between Will and Nancy. Their table was pretty packed--filled with their friends from Newspaper--and there was more distance between them than there had been between him and Nancy right before they broke up.
"Hey, uh, Byers, Wheeler," he greeted awkwardly and crossed his arms over his chest and devoted his attention to Nancy. "You wanted to talk?"
"Yeah can we..." she got to her feet and motioned toward the door.
Steve's heart pounded in his ears as he followed.
"Listen, Miss O'Donnell was a little worried about your grade and she asked if I could maybe...tutor you," Nancy explained, then paused pensively. "Actually, I asked her for a letter of recommendation for one of my applications and she said she would if I tutored you ahead of the midterm. Sorry. I-I do think she's really concerned about your progress though."
"I think the more accurate statement is that she doesn't wanna see my ugly mug in her class again next year," he joked and she gave him a tight-lipped, sympathetic smile.
"I didn't want to agree if you weren't open to it," Nancy sighed. "But I really need that letter. You'd...you'd really be my hero if you did this."
Steve stared at her for a moment, his thoughts racing at all the possibilities.
It didn't really sound like she was tempted to leave Jonathan in the first place but...that didn't mean he couldn't turn on the old Harrington charm. She had fallen for it once...maybe she enjoyed the charm just in a different package. And yeah, he had you waiting for him if he ever made it back to his body. But...if he didn't...
"Listen, I want out of here as much as the next person," Steve finally replied. "So, uh, I'm game if you are."
"Great!" Nancy placed a hand on his shoulder excitedly and Steve could practically feel the warmth of it despite the layers of denim and leather. "Uh...I have some free time after school today?"
Steve vaguely remembered Dustin wanting to meet him...he was sure it had something to do with the spell and he certainly didn't want Nancy to find out about that.
"I, uh, have a Hellfire thing," he lied. "How about Wednesday? I always study better with a few snacks. We can meet at Benny's? 5 o'clock?"
Nancy nodded and confirmed the time and place. She placed her hand on his shoulder again, then went back into the cafeteria.
It took a second, but Steve suddenly felt like all the wind was knocked out of him.
"Eddie" had a study date with Nancy on Wednesday.
He had a date with Nancy.
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Eddie was halfway through his shift before anything exciting happened.
Sorry, halfway through Steve's shift.
He really wasn't trying to be bitter but...
Eddie had spiraled for a few days after the unfortunate mishap while he was trying to...relieve himself. Sure, it started with "Steve's" relationship with you, but it was almost like Pandora's box; once the box was opened, everything flooded out. He couldn't sleep without thinking of it, and every waking moment, he was consumed by the blaring differences in their lives.
He wasn't himself and it was driving him crazy. Making him sick.
The smell of the laundry detergent Mary Harrington used, the taste of the tap water in their hose, the softness of Steve's bed.
He'd tried to get comfortable in someone else's skin but the truth was that he wasn't going to fit in it, even if he wanted to.
However, in order to get back to his own life, he needed to keep playing the part of King Steve Harrington, keep stuffing himself into a place that didn't fit. Ignore the stifling tightness, the bulges, and the stretching at the seams of his very being.
That didn't mean he had to give up everything that made him Eddie.
He'd had a day off last Tuesday, and he'd just...spent it trying to reconnect with himself.
He'd stopped by Rick's for weed--and also to check on him, even though Rick wouldn't realize he was Eddie--drove up to Fort Wayne to get high and walk through the conservatory, buy some concert tees at the second hand shop.
By the time he arrived at the Hideout for Corroded Coffin's gig, he felt almost whole. And then he had one of the best performances of his life.
Only to realize that he couldn’t fully enjoy it.
Which led him to skip out on Benny’s with the guys after the set, because as much as he wanted to see you, he knew he couldn’t stand to witness the way you would be indifferent to “Eddie” only to dote on “Steve.”
This was so fucked up. He didn’t know how much longer he could take it.
It was as he had that very thought that his beloved van pulled up right outside the store and “Eddie” and the kids piled out, looking frantic and excited.
Dustin caught Eddie’s attention and quickly waved to get him to come outside.
“I thought you were the babysitter Harrington,” Keith sniffed judgmentally from the front of the shop where he was stocking a display. “What’s Munson doing here with your kids?”
“He got custody in the divorce,” Eddie snarled and vaulted over the counter. “I’m taking my lunch.”
“Wh-hey?!” Keith stuttered as Eddie strutted out the door purposefully. “You forgot to clock out!”
Steve and the kids were all talking over one another excitedly by the time he reached the group.
“They wouldn’t tell me shit until we got here,” Steve grinned. “But apparently they figured out how to fix this.”
“What?!” Eddie’s eyes went wide, the prospect of being back in his own body too monumental to not be excited. “That’s great!”
“We’ve translated the passage!” Dustin announced.
“We?” Lucas asked skeptically.
“Lucas translated the passage,” Dustin amended.
Before Eddie knew it, he and Steve were sitting in the back of the van as Dustin, Lucas, and Will went back and forth over their findings.
He felt like he was in an episode of Columbo for a minute. The kids being detectives who solved a great mystery and were reliving their investigation step-by-step. Lucas did most of the Latin translation, but part of it fell on Will’s shoulders. It wasn’t your run-of-the-mill Latin they learned in class but some obscure dialect.
“Which, uh, I coincidentally have a book about because I have actually been coming up with that one-off campaign for Mike’s birthday,” Will confessed and reached up to scratch the back of his neck as he turned red. The other boys whooped and patted him on the back and Eddie couldn’t help but feel proud of him too.
Eddie always said these kids were the future of Hellfire, but truly he couldn't see them having a better DM than Will Byers.
"Anyway," Dustin returned to the topic at hand. "This is what we ended up with." He pulled a crumpled up piece of notebook paper from its place within his backpack and handed it to Eddie.
The page was covered in crossed out words and different scribbles in each of the boys' incredibly distinct handwriting.
"Jeez, you couldn't have at least rewritten it on a fresh piece of paper?" Steve asked critically. Dustin simply rolled his eyes and grumbled something along the lines of "next time you're cursed, you're on your own" as Eddie and Steve leaned together to read the translation.
A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another's eyes. If what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back.
Eddie felt his throat tighten as the guilt washed over him.
Sure, he had accepted that the fault lay entirely with him--he already vowed not to use any occult books for future campaigns again--but seeing it there on paper just solidified it.
A prize reflected in another's eyes. You. But you weren't some prize to be won. Sure he...he wanted you to be his but you weren't some object. And to think of you that way...well...he knew enough about magic to know that it didn't happen by accident. He had to believe that you were a prize, at least a little bit, to make something like this happen.
He rubbed a hand over his eyes wearily.
This wasn't what he wanted at all.
"Alright, so what does it mean?" Steve questioned.
"It means you two are jealous of each other," Lucas explained.
Both Steve and Eddie stiffened.
"What?" they exclaimed in tandem. They looked at each other and Eddie laughed while Steve simply looked horrified.
"What do you mean, jealous of each other?" Eddie scoffed.
"Oh, come on Munson," Steve rolled his eyes. "Of course you're jealous of me, this entire predicament we're in is because of you and because--."
"No, no," Eddie held out a hand to stop him from continuing. "Shut up. I'm jealous, alright? Jealous that you seem to get everything handed to you. Anything you want? It's yours. Is that what you wanna hear Stevie?
"But," Eddie paused and narrowed his eyes. "Why are you jealous of me?"
"W-what?" Steve coughed awkwardly. "I'm not--"
"Why did you say that Sinclair?" Eddie jumped to his feet and pointed at Lucas. "Why did you say that we were jealous of each other?"
"Uhhh..." Lucas squirmed a little under the intense scrutiny of the older boys. "W-well...it's about the way the sentences were structured. I'm not...I'm not an expert or anything but it's referring to you in plural. If what you, vōs, seek is what you lack. Not you, tu."
Eddie then turned back to Steve and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well?" Eddie asked expectantly.
Steve was still for a moment before he began fidgeting. He fumbled over his words--a bunch of well-you-sees and you-don't-understands--as he pinched the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his hair. Eddie watched, almost sympathetically knowing how hard it was for him getting used to Steve's unfamiliar body, as Steve faltered with his longer mane.
"It's...I...it doesn't matter!" Steve finally shouted. He jumped to his feet and put his hands on his hips; he began pacing back and forth, one arm occasionally flailing as he gesticulated. "It doesn't matter why I'm jealous of Eddie? So what? We need to figure out how we can fix this.
"Selfless love? For what? For each other?" Steve blew a raspberry childishly. "Fat fucking chance. There has to be another way. I don't care what we need to do. I just want to change back."
"Change back from what?" a light, raspy voice sounded from over their shoulders.
The entire group stiffened and turned toward the voice and, lo and behold, there stood Robin. Shuffling her feet back and forth restlessly, frozen in place as she tugged her family video vest from her backpack. The moment everyone's eyes were on her, she grinned bashfully and waved at them all.
"Well, shit," Steve cursed in the most Eddie-like fashion.
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If it had been up to Steve, Robin would never have found out about the whole...switching bodies...curse...spell...thing...
But when did something he wanted ever be taken into account by the universe, huh?
As soon as the group had realized Robin was there, all of the deflection and anger drained from Steve's body. He felt guilty for another one of his friends getting dragged into this mess. Because as much as he was happy to let Eddie take the fall, the fact of the matter was that Steve was just as jealous of Eddie.
As much as Eddie had admitted to being of him.
Steve had wanted to give her an explanation right then and there, and he would have if Keith hadn't chosen that moment to be his usual effervescent self.
"I'm closing the arcade tonight," he opened the door and glared across the parking lot at "Steve" and Robin. "So you need to clock in Buckley, and if your friends are still here by the time I take my break later, your hours are getting cut."
If there was one thing Steve had to choose that he didn't miss about his own life, it would be his boss.
So Steve brought the kids home and then returned to the Family Video parking lot to endure panic-inducing silence as he waited for Eddie and Robin to close the store. He could have listened to one of Eddie's endless tapes or smoked--Eddie's body was constantly craving one thing or another: cigarettes, sugary or salty snacks--to kill the time. He simply couldn't bring himself to do it.
It was a literal out-of-body experience. He watched himself and Robin talk and laugh as they went back and forth, helping customers and cleaning up once the store was empty. He knew his friend, knew that she was stronger and smarter than other people gave her credit for.
But this? This made him feel dizzy sometimes if he thought about it too hard.
He hoped they wouldn't get too far, so he could at least...have a decent conversation with her for the first time in a few weeks. Short of seeing her in passing at school...well...he hadn't gone this long without talking to Robin since they became friends.
And he really needed his best friend right now.
Eventually the lights in the businesses of the strip mall began to click off, one by one, and Steve practically held his breath until Family Video's lights finally shut and Eddie and Robin exited the building.
Eddie slapped a hand on Robin's shoulder and said something that made her roll her eyes before he got into Steve's car and drove away.
Robin made a beeline for the van and silently hopped into the passenger's side. Steve's hands--Eddie's hands--gripped the steering wheel tightly enough that he could feel the rings cutting into the creases of his fingers.
The atmosphere in the van was heavy as he sat under Robin’s scrutinizing gaze.
"I knew something was up," Robin finally announced as she slammed the door closed. Steve looked at her as though she had grown a second head.
"What do you mean ‘you knew?’” Steve asked incredulously.
She sighed and began counting on her fingers.
“You’ve been a real grouch when you’ve picked me up from class lately and I know you’re a morning person. Which sucks, by the way. You asked if I wanted to skip home room and get McDonald’s breakfast with you, you hate McMuffins—”
She went on and on, and Steve melted. Yeah, he could admit they had their squabbles and they didn't always see eye to eye. But at the end of the day, no one really understood them like they did each other.
And it felt really good to be understood as Steve Harrington right now.
"--and then you're always complaining when your mom doesn't cut the crusts off your sandwiches and lately you've just been eating them. Also I mentioned something about Vickie the other day and you just ignored it, so I figured that you were just annoyed with me."
She heaved a little bit at the end, having said the last bit in one go without stopping for air. Steve reached across the console and flicked her ear, causing her to slap at his hand.
"Ow, butthead! What was that for?" she exclaimed.
"Are you fucking kidding me Rob?" Steve burst out laughing and Robin chuckled along with him. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"How was I supposed to know you switched bodies?" she slouched into her seat. "Here I was thinking that you just didn't wanna be friends with me anymore. Which, you have to admit, is a more likely explanation."
Steve was about to protest but he stopped mid-word and frowned.
"You know what? You're right."
"I know," she grinned smugly. "Now what have you been up to and how much help do you need with this whole 'switching back' thing? Because Eddie isn't that great at being Steve, which means you must really suck at being Eddie."
They went back and forth as Steve put the van into drive and regaled Robin with stories and mishaps in the short time he'd spent as Eddie Munson, and she laughed at his stupidity.
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After he left Family Video, Eddie found himself driving aimlessly through the streets of Hawkins. He thought a weight would have lifted off his shoulders after he explained everything to Robin, but everything was...almost a little worse now.
She'd had questions, like any normal person would. Actually, a normal person would have just had them committed. Robin was special though; her own brand of freak. And she was quick to adapt.
Eventually though...the topic turned to you.
When was Eddie gonna tell you what happened? Did you already know? You deserved to know before you fell too hard for Steve; otherwise, you'd be heartbroken if you ever found out that he was actually Eddie.
Of course, that only fed into all of Eddie's insecurities and self-hatred. All of the doubts he had spent days trying to stuff into the furthest corner of his mind returned with a vengeance.
You wouldn't feel the same thing about him if he was actually Eddie Munson.
Robin didn't know exactly what her words had done to him; she was fully oblivious to his real feelings for you. So he'd done his best to keep those thoughts at bay, and resolved to treat himself to a drive around with the windows rolled down and headband to Metallica as he smoked.
But then Robin opened her big mouth as they locked up for the night and it sent him into another spiral.
"You know...with a little more time, I would have probably figured it out," she chuckled. "You're not as good at being Steve as you think."
At first he wondered if that meant you might figure it out with a little more time. You were sharp, especially when it came to other people; what if one day he did something so inexplicably Eddie that you simply refused to believe he was Steve anymore. Sure, you probably wouldn't be able to guess that he actually was Eddie but...he wouldn't be the Steve you liked anymore.
If he did tell you the truth, would you break up with him? Would you hate him? He'd gotten close many times...but it was just so...ridiculous.
But then Eddie realized that he had been banking on the fact that he was doing all sorts of lovely things with you, had such a deep connection with you--he thought so, at least--and that Steve himself could never live up to it if they switched back.
What if he had you wrong all along? And it wasn't the deep connection that you both built? But just...the fact that he was Steve? You really hadn't had many .boyfriends during school, when you hung around with Mickey's sister. Or any, actually. What if you had a crush on Steve all that time and now...
Eddie felt sick.
Sicker than he was the other night. Sicker than he felt after a bad high. All he wanted was to go back home; not the empty Harrington house, but home. Back to the trailer and his stupid bed and to Wayne, who would give him a stiff hug once he saw Eddie was feeling so down.
But he couldn't.
So he went to the place that felt the next closest to home as he could get right now.
To Benny's.
Benny's had always felt like home to him. When his mom was still alive, waiting tables. She'd pick him up from school and sometimes bring him to work with her. He'd sit at a table in the very, very corner scribbling in his notebook or reading; she'd always scold him to do his homework but Benny would bring him a milkshake and tell Eddie that if he never finished school Eddie didn't need to either.
And to you.
You'd become more home than he ever realized before. Faced with the thought of losing you, he knew he would get over the pain if he absolutely had to. He could move on. But something would always be missing. If none of this had ever happened, the home that you were to him would have stayed cherry pie slices on Tuesday nights and the scribbles in his old notebooks.
But now he knew the taste of your kiss and the weight of your hand in his. He couldn't pretend anymore. He had to know.
Eddie didn't hesitate as he pulled into the gravel parking lot. He was out of the car and headed into the diner as soon as the keys were out of the ignition.
It was almost closing time, so the diner was pretty quiet save for a family finishing up a late supper and Chief Hopper who sat at the counter with a slice of apple pie, chatting with Benny through the serving hatch. You were hunched at a table--the very same table his mom would sit him at--rolling silverware; your eyes darted around the diner every so often to make sure your customers were taken care of, and they immediately sparkled when they landed on him.
The motivation he had to make it into the diner was immediately replaced by those stupid nerves.
"Hey honey," Eddie greeted nervously once you crossed the diner and stood before him. The courage momentarily gone, especially as you made it to the door to greet him. "Uh...table for one?"
"We're about to close," you frowned and glanced over your shoulder. "Uh, but I can ask Benny if--"
"Wait, no," Eddie stopped you before you could go anywhere. "I was just kidding. I really wanted...to see you. I missed you."
"Oh! I missed you too," you grabbed his hand in yours and squeezed. "It looks like you came here straight from work. Everything ok Steve?
His ears started ringing; there it was again.
Steve, Steve, Steve.
The name he had gotten so used to and so sick of. The person he had gotten so sick of being.
"What do you like about me?" he sought suddenly, desperately. "Like...really, why did you agree to go out with me when you could have...dated any other guy?"
Your eyes went wide and you began squirming nervously. He couldn't quite place it but there was something there...something that made him even more nervous.
"Uh, hey Ben, can I take a quick 5?" you asked over your shoulder and Benny poked his head through the window. He narrowed his eyes at "Steve" momentarily but nodded.
"No funny business kid," Benny warned. "She's the best I've got."
You pulled Eddie out the door and to the side of the building, where you took your breaks. Where he had danced with you last week.
"So?" he began impatiently. "Why do you like me?"
"Where is this coming from?" you questioned quickly. "Did...I don't know...did Eddie say something to you?"
"Eddie?" Had you...told him something? Something that would upset "Steve?" What would you tell him? And why hadn't Steve mentioned anything about you talking to him.
Eddie tried to rationalize it. You saw him as a friend, and Steve knew you thought Eddie was a friend. Steve still saw you as his own girlfriend. Maybe you were trying to...Maybe you...Maybe he...
Fuck it was really confusing if he really thought about it. He just needed a straight fucking answer. Otherwise he was gonna go crazy.
"No," Eddie shook his head. He would have to go out on a limb here. "No Eddie didn't say anything but I...I don't know. We've been going out for a little while I guess...even when I first asked you out, I never asked why you said yes. And I just...don't know why you would even want to go out with me."
Your eyes got sad, and took a breath, almost relieved, as your fidgeting stopped.
"I mean, I guess...I've had crushes and stuff before," you began.
Crushes? Oh god, what if you were about to confess you had a crush on Steve. Steve...well he understood, Steve was handsome...not his type...it would hurt but he understood.
"N-no one ever...ever really wanted to ask me out for more than...than a party or something," you chuckled. "I mean they did but...high school right? Everyone kind of sucked. You kinda sucked too Steve.
"And I really wasn't...ok it's funny because I was actually planning to break things off with you." You chuckled and Eddie perked up a little. "You were kind of...self centered, and you...you kept...I don't know. I know you had that breakup with Nancy, so I didn't want to be mean, but you just kept bringing her up!
"But then you...you really surprised me. I told you...you're not...not anything I expected. You don't even seem like you were when you first asked me out. You're...caring and you listen. You're funny, and you like classic horror movies? And then you--"
You went on and on, eyes getting brighter with each word. Eddie felt lighter. Everything you said that you liked about him, well they were all about Eddie. Not Steve.
He was...he was getting in his head for nothing. That's all it was. It was just...nerves and...and...he had nothing to worry about. He could have you, when all was said and done. Hell, he could probably tell you right now once you were finished; tell you the truth about the spell, tell you that he was Eddie, tell you that he...liked you and that you were the thing that kept him going all this time.
You'd probably be...confused. But you knew him. You knew Eddie. It would all make sense in the end. And hopefully, you wouldn't turn him away.
In that moment, however, seeing that pride and confidence take over you as you listed all the reasons you liked him--the way you were so sure of your feelings--made Eddie's own confidence falter. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that telling the truth felt freeing. To you, you were just confessing how much you liked "Steve," and while all of the things you just said made him...so incredibly happy...he couldn't help but wonder...
What if you were angry that he kept this secret from you? What if you...hated him for lying?
Robin said it herself, you deserved to know the truth, before you fell too hard. He should have told you immediately. He shouldn't have acted in his own interest. You were...you deserved so much better.
The doubt you just helped brush away began festering inside of him again.
You deserved to know the truth, but he couldn't hurt you more now. And as much as he wanted you to...to love him, to love Eddie Munson he knew that you would feel too betrayed to ever trust him again if he told you.
"--and it kind of helps that you're really cute too." You finally finished with the brightest, most tender smile he ever saw. "Sorry I guess that's just the long winded way of me saying...I really like you Steve."
And as Eddie ignored the twist in his gut at Steve's name--as he kissed you--he decided that he simply couldn't tell you the truth. Ever.
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Eddie felt bad just leaving after he barged into Benny's like that, and to be completely honest, even though the guilt was eating at him he didn't want to leave your side. He convinced you to go out with him for a late night snack and then he followed you home where he gave you another sweet kiss on your front porch.
"You're spoiling me," you giggled as you fiddled with your keys.
"You deserve a lot more than I can give you, Honey," he told you truthfully. "So much better than someone like me."
"Impossible."
It was close to midnight when he pulled into the Harrington's driveway, and Eddie cursed when he noticed the two expensive cars parked beside each other and the lights on in the house.
He hadn't had the misfortune of encountering both of Steve's parents at the same time yet. His dad was usually at work and mom usually just...gone, so the few times he did see them...they were just on their own and he could dodge any questions or conversations.
"Whatever you do, just don't talk to them," Steve had told him. And Eddie had kept up that end of the deal so far. He couldn't be so sure now. He would just have to try his best to get up the stairs and into bed before they noticed their "son" was home.
Eddie turned the key in the lock as quietly as he could, entered the house and closed the door behind him without more than a click. He avoided dropping his keys in the little dish on the table in the hall--
There was chatter coming from the living room, quiet laughter. That was odd. From what Steve made it sound like, his parents always fought.
--but he couldn't avoid running into the table itself. The table wobbled and the other keys in the dish clattered and caused a commotion. The laughter stopped abruptly.
"Steven?" Mary's voice sounded frantic and alarmed.
Shit.
"Yeah mom, it's me." Eddie winced and tried to steady the table.
"I didn't think you'd be home tonight, it's already so late." She was immediately in the hall, eyes darting around, arms crossed over her chest. Her makeup was smeared and hair disheveled. Even her clothes looked in disarray.
Gross. Eddie didn't want to think about the Harringtons fucking on the couch he took a nap on the other day.
"Worked late," Eddie answered dismissively, wanting desperately to get out of this situation. "Just like dad does."
Eddie tried to take a step around her--if they knew he was home, he might as well grab some water or a pop before he went up to bed. Maybe a beer if he had to think of Steve's parents like that. Mary immediately stepped in front of him and blocked his way.
"I was worried," she stated blankly, eyes dead on him now.
"Clearly not, if you thought I wasn't coming home," Eddie snarked, annoyed now that she was making this difficult for him. Here was the bitchy PTA mom Mary Harrington he knew and loved. "I just want to get a snack and go to bed."
"It's late, just go to bed Steven."
"No, I--"
"Now is that really any way to talk to your mother?" a deep voice sounded from behind Mary.
Eddie rolled his eyes, now ready for a fight with Big Papa Harrington--
The thing about the Harringtons was that they looked like something out of a Sears Catalog. Tom was tall with salt-and-pepper hair that coiffed perfectly on his head, bright blue eyes, and a firm, trustworthy voice that always meant business. Mary was a petite brunette with warm hazel eyes, impeccable taste in clothing, and a sweet voice that went shrill when she was upset. And Steve was a good mix of the two; the perfect poster boy for their coveted suburban life.
--only to freeze in surprise when an older man with blond hair stepped out of the living room. His necktie was in his hand, lipstick was smeared across his mouth, and he was shrugging on his suit jacket. The flag pin on his lapel glinted in the hall light, like the unspoken warning in his eyes.
Eddie's mind raced as he tried to make sense of it all.
Steve asked him not to talk to either of his parents very much, to keep their interactions with him short. How he got bitter at even the mention of his parents. The lunches, the calendar, the laundry. The allowance money that she gave him, even though practically everyone knew Steve had been cut off from his dad's wallet. Eddie thought that the allowance money was the secret they were keeping from Tom.
"You can't be mad at me forever, Steve," she had told him the other day.
"It's good to see you again, Steven," he smiled his election-winning smile and put a protective hand on Mary's shoulder. "We were just discussing how the historical society is contributing to the--"
"Larry was just leaving," Mary announced and glared up at Mayor Kline. The Mayor nodded and patted his hand on her shoulder once again before he slunk between them and out the door, Eddie's eyes following him until he was gone.
For all the gruff manner about him, Eddie's uncle Wayne was a bit of a gossip monger. Always had been. He got most of his gossip from the ladies around the trailer park that would offer a cup of coffee in exchange for some handyman repair work that they couldn't do themselves. So Eddie had become quite adept in Hawkins gossip. Rumor around town was that Tom was the one cheating. It was why Mary had the nicest car and the most expensive jewelry. It was why she went on all of his business trips and was treated to lavish weekend getaways.
No one expected that...
"You're cheating on dad," Eddie practically spat at Mary. She heaved a heavy, tired sigh and rolled her eyes a little bit.
"Yes Steven," she agreed. "We've been through this all before. I'm ruining the family, your father is going to be heartbroken, but I don't think I see him here." She waved her arms out and looked around.
"It's past midnight and he's still at the office crunching the numbers," Mary continued. "There are things you just don't understand and you won't until you're grown up and married. But seeing how late you're coming home. Working late. Just like dad.
"So I don't want to hear it from you. I already made you a deal. You got your allowance back. I get to keep my secrets."
She waved her hands dismissively then turned back into the living room, leaving Eddie behind in the hall to process the entire conversation.
He went through the motions as he trudged up the stairs and got ready for bed. As he went to brush his teeth...he stared at his reflection. At Steve's reflection. Stared into tired eyes with purple circles underneath them and a gauntness that hadn't been there earlier.
On top of all the other shit he was feeling...this especially was heavy, and sickening.
Not because Eddie was fond of Mary or Tom or douchebag Mayor Kline.
Not because he was under some illusion that marriages were supposed to be perfect and families were happy.
Not even at his own partial triumph that the perfect Harringtons were truly about as far from perfect as one could get.
But at the realization Steve had to live with the truth that could break up his family.
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Steve's visit had you practically floating through the next few days. It was unexpected and so...perfect.
You had gone a few days without seeing him. Not that...you were trying to be clingy or anything. But for the past two weeks he had been consistent in his attention and affection for you...and for it to suddenly stop the day after you tore up your diary and resolved to get over Eddie?
After you told Eddie about your crush in the first place?
It had you in a panic. And, of course, instead of try to communicate and reach out at all, you internalized it and catastrophized.
What if Eddie told Steve? What if Steve hated you now? What if that's why he hadn't called? Or come in with the rest of the guys after their next show?
You thought it all came crashing down when Steve had stopped by and asked you why you went out with him. You thought he was trying to get the truth out of you and for a moment...it felt like the worst thing in the world.
Losing Steve felt like the worst thing that could ever happen to you.
But when he asked again, seeming so lost and insecure. God, it just cut you, because...how could he not see how great he was? Why did he doubt that you liked him?
You relived it after you got home that night. Went over every moment, tried to make sense of it all. Tried to pinpoint anything you had done. And really the only thing you could think of was telling Eddie about your crush.
But...the good definitely outweighed the bad. Your little self-pity and worry over Steve's abandonment of you had vanished and...even now, you were still giggling over him. Over the happiness you felt that you liked him so much, that he liked you back. Liked you enough to worry that you might not like him.
You had to admit that it all felt silly. All of the back-and-forthing, all the doubt. But silliness was good, and it just made the days pass by swiftly. Benny had kept grumbling good-naturedly at your bright smile. He teased you and asked if you needed a quick 5 minute break later and if Steve would be waiting outside for you after close.
Hell, even Lynn's bitterness wouldn't ruin your good mood.
"Alright, Sunshine," she groused at the start of the early dinner rush, just as you came back from your break. "Better hike up that skirt a few inches. Your boyfriend's here, so you gotta look extra cute if you want a good tip. God knows your serving isn't good enough for it."
You felt yourself getting hot from embarrassment; not for Lynn's rude comments but because she said boyfriend, the fact that he was so recognizable now.
God, if Steve was here, Benny would never let you hear the end of it. But how did she know? Steve had work on Wednesdays...
You subconsciously touched your hair and adjusted your uniform before stepping into the dining room. Your eyes swept over the tables, looking for his familiar fluffy head of hair...only to come across another incredibly familiar head.
Your boyfriend. Lynn thought Eddie was your boyfriend.
Eddie's long, curly mane took flight as his head was thrown back, his laughter lost over the din of chattering customers. For a second you assumed he would be there with Jeff or Gareth--hell, he might even be there with Mickey catching up--until you saw the ultra-styled brunette perm that bounced with every motion.
In that moment, you either turned to stone, or you fell into a deep, dark abyss. It was hard to tell. It could have been both. Or neither. But something happened to you and you ceased to exist as you did just seconds before. Benny's little bell in the service hatch sounded flat and distant. The grumpy old man demanding coffee simply melted into the floor. Lynn became a blur in your peripheral vision and phased between tables like a phantom.
And Eddie and Nancy remained in perfect, painful focus.
Nancy Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler. Nancy Wheeler.
The bell in the window dinged twice and Benny shouted something to Lynn, effectively breaking you from your trance. You wiped your now-clammy hands on your apron and quickly approached the table.
"Hey, how's it going today? Can I get you guys something to drink?" You forced a polite smile onto your face and glanced between them.
This was the closest you'd been to Nancy...possibly ever; she was a year younger than you and aside from your interactions with Steve now, you really never had any business hanging near him when you were still at Hawkins High. She was really pretty. Her blue eyes sparkled, her smile was cute, and her voice was sweet and soft as she asked for coffee, please. Some dark part of you that made you hate yourself though that she was everything you weren't, and you couldn't blame it because Eddie was looking at her like she hung the stars.
"Eddie, are you gonna order?" Nancy's eyebrows jumped expectantly. "It's busy, I'm sure she has other people to help."
"Oh he's a regular he gets--" you started to defend him but Eddie cut you off.
"Just ice water." He didn't even look at you. "Thanks honey."
Your throat got tight and you shot them both a tight smile with a quick "be right back."
How did she do it? How was she...how did she get everyone? She had a boyfriend right? Unless they broke up. But still...she had Steve hung up on her for God-knows-how-long, and now Eddie was like a lovesick puppy.
Your mind raced as you retreated back to the kitchen and went through the motions of your job. Lynn was terrible about starting a fresh pot and you were relieved that you'd have an extra minute of respite to think before you did something stupid like spill hot coffee in Eddie's lap.
What were they doing here? Was this a date? You thought...you saw textbooks on the table. Were they just doing homework or...did they have class together? You'd offered a study session with Eddie once. Not a date. And it was in the library and not Benny's. Fuck. Was it a date? Fuck. And he never looked at anyone like that, let alone you.
Your movements were jerky and full of emotion. Coffee grounds spattered as you scooped them into the brewer, you slammed Eddie's water glass onto the counter, and by the time you were halfway bent inside the ice maker, taking out your frustrations on frozen water, Benny had enough.
"You need a different weapon to stab that ice kid?" Benny chuckled. You stood straight and faced him with, what you were sure was, a pathetic expression.
"I'm sorry Ben I--"
"You just came back from break," he stated matter-of-factly and crossed his arms over his chest. "What's got you all worked up already? Someone out there harassing you? Need me to kick 'em out?"
"I mean, unless you wanna fire me," you replied tiredly, knowing you were more frustrated with yourself than with Eddie or Nancy.
"Ah," he nodded sagely. "I got it. Yeah, I go 8 rounds with myself sometimes too. Wanna talk?"
Did you want to talk to your boss about silly boy trouble? Trouble that you were trying to work through yourself? Because you were supposed to be getting over your crush on Eddie. You were with Steve...and you just needed to remind yourself of that.
Every time you walked out there and saw them talking. If their heads got too close as he whispered something to her over their homework. On the off chance you looked outside and saw them kissing in the parking lot after they left.
You thought...distance from Eddie would work. But you were friends with practically the same people and he always came into Benny's.
Maybe the answer wasn't trying to push Eddie away? Maybe it was just to get closer to Steve?
You ignored the roiling in your stomach and sighed. Either way this wasn't something Benny could help you with.
"Thanks Ben," you responded weakly. "But it's just...I think I have to work it out myself."
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Before Eddie knew it, it was Friday and time for Hellfire.
It was weird now, having Robin know the truth about him and Steve. She was having a hard time adjusting to calling him Steve, knowing he was Eddie. Despite the fact that she had been calling him Steve the whole time.
"I'm just going to call you both Dingus," she reasoned. "That way there's no chance of messing it up."
She actually...had been pretty handy the past few days, trying to find the way for the two of them to switch back. She had checked out a bunch of books from the Hawkins Public Library and brought them to Family Video for them to scour through, had apparently taken to sitting with the Hellfire Club at lunch to prevent Steve from making a fool of himself--fat chance--and grilled both Steve and Eddie on every aspect of one another's lives that might be relevant to their switch. More importantly, the switch back.
"What is selfless love? Is it supposed to be...you doing a selfless act for one another? Because I saw this one test Steve took for you last week. He got a B! And you know he's purposefully having tutoring sessions for you? Must suck for him; he aced O'Donnell's class last year."
She had even been a listening ear after Eddie had found out about Steve's mom, and didn't know the best way to get around to talking to him about it.
It had to be eating Steve up inside...hell, Eddie didn't even like the Harringtons and he felt guilty for not telling Tom that his wife was ruining their family and hurting their son by bribing him to keep it all a secret.
Fuck. Were...were he and Steve friends now?
Eddie normally would have shivered at the thought but...actually it was kind of wholesome...to think that King Steve would slum it with the freaks.
But the line would be drawn if he ever had to admit that Steve was a nice guy. Even if it was the only thing that he had to do to get back into his own body...yeah wasn't happening. Guess he would be Steve Harrington forever.
He was currently waiting at the side entrance to the High School for Steve and the others to get back from picking up snacks for their session.
He actually managed to piece together a semi-decent looking outfit. The last few gigs at the Hideout and Hellfire meetings, he had shown up in Steve's signature polo-and-jeans look. But after digging in a box labeled "donate" at the back of Steve's closet, Eddie found what he was pretty sure was Steve's halloween costume a few years back.
A black t-shirt and some...dark grey blazer that Eddie spent his lunch break adding safety pins too--more punk rock than metal but it would do. Pop those on with some black jeans that he also zhuzh'd up...aka cut holes in...perfect Hellfire look.
He wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb at least. Maybe he could ask Steve to bring him an extra shirt next week.
Eddie's van swerved into the parking lot and as soon as it stopped, the back doors swung open and Gareth jumped out with a whoop.
"Harrington, are you ready for carnage tonight?" he shouted at "Steve" and hauled a case of Mountain Dew over his head. The rest of the Hellfire club filtered out and greeted Eddie before helping unload their purchases.
Steve finally joined them and clapped Eddie on the back.
"Glad you could make it, Harrington," Steve winked and looked down at Eddie's clothes. "Slumming it again? What are you wearing?"
"I don't know, Munson," Eddie ran his hands down the front of the blazer. "Just something from the back of the closet."
"The safety pins are pretty cool," Dustin commented with a wink as he and Mike headed in.
Once the guys were inside, Steve hissed in Eddie's ear.
"What did you do to my jacket?"
"Dude you need to stop trusting your mom to buy your clothes," Eddie laughed. "I'm gonna go cross-eyed with all of the stripes."
"You're one to talk," Steve rolled his eyes. "It's a wonder your knees aren't permanently frostbitten. All of your jeans have rips in them."
Eddie shook his head. Asshole.
"Heard you're getting help in O'Donnells," Eddie remarked.
"News travels pretty fast," Steve kicked his feet, spraying the guys with gravel. "Which of you idiots blabbed. Gare?"
"Yeah he's been making kissy faces," Dave coughed and cleared his throat. "I mean...yeah he's been getting special tutoring sessions."
Kissy faces?
"From Nancy Wheeler!"
Wheeler?
"Mike doesn't know his ass from his elbow but even he knows you're crushing on his sister," Gareth teased, earning a high five from the others.
"Lay off," Steve preened in front of the others. "We've only had two study dates."
"Two days in a row!" Jeff protested. "That's your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend...yet."
Eddie felt dizzy; what was even happening. Steve was...Steve was dating you, why the hell was he talking about Nancy like...like he was gonna ask her out. Why was he trying to get him to date Nancy?
He grabbed Steve's arm as the other guys headed in.
"Are you...kidding me Harrington?" Eddie hissed. "I don't need a girlfriend, I just need to be back in my body. Jesus H. Christ."
"You don't...listen Eddie, you don't understand," Steve sighed.
"I think I do, you're obsessed with Nancy and you know she isn't gonna get back with you as yourself so you're trying to get her back as me." Eddie punctuated his words by jamming his finger into Steve's chest.
"She likes bad boys," Steve explained with a shrug. Eddie scoffed.
"Jonathan Byers isn't a bad boy. I'm not a bad boy. You're gonna make me look like an even bigger laughing stock than I already am."
"Well it's a good thing that I'm still you then, you get to enjoy life on top," Steve held out his arms. "It's a win-win. I get Nancy, you get not to be an absolute loser."
"Well what about your girlfriend?" Eddie asked. "You asked me to keep her warm. She's a good one. Don't scare her away."
"You can break up with her if that's your problem," Steve said dismissively. Eddie let out a noise of disbelief. "What? Isn't that it? You're tired of going on lame dates? Listen, we're no closer to switching back than we have been. Why can't you just...accept the inevitable."
"So you just...give up?" Eddie asked. "Because...I dunno, it just sounded like you want to be stuck as me for the rest of time as long as you can be delusional about Nancy."
Eddie realized that he was being thebiggest hypocrite right now.
He just didn't care.
Every day he made himself sick with worry that you were going to find out and hate him. Guilted himself over the fact that he had to lie and deceive you. Every day simply got harder, and as much as he reveled in your affections...he knew it wasn't right.
Eddie had gotten them both into this mess because he couldn't build up the courage to own up to his feelings for you...and now Steve was doing the same thing. Who's to say that if Steve--if "Eddie"--had a chance with Nancy, they might never be able to undo this spell at all.
"I'm not giving up, I'm just..." Steve ran a hand over his face. "Wouldn't it be easier this way?"
There was a second of silence as Eddie connected the dots.
Maybe he wasn't the only one to blame here either. They were both jealous of each other. Eddie jealous because Steve was dating you. But Steve was jealous...because Eddie lived a supposed carefree life. Right? Wasn't that what Steve had said? And...and did Eddie not just find out how un-carefree Steve's life was?
"I get it now," Eddie muttered. "It isn't...it isn't just about Nancy. It's all of it."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"If you're me...then you don't need to worry about keeping mommy and daddy's marriage happy," Eddie explained. "You don't need to...work with Keith. You don't have to worry about living up to expectations when there are none."
"You talked to my mom?" Steve narrowed his eyes, his tone full of betrayal. "What the hell man?"
"I didn't but thanks for the warning man," Eddie scoffed. "Walked in on her and the mayor practically hanging off one another. Ah look at you, see? You look sick to your stomach. Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone. But I bet it's felt good the last few weeks, not having to think about whether or not your dad is gonna find out. That your perfect life is gonna be ruined."
"My life isn't perfect!" Steve exclaimed.
"Neither is mine! If you didn't notice, it's as far from perfect as you can get. Maybe you've just been oblivious to it so far. A few weeks is nothing compared to 20 years man.
"What's gonna happen when the state pen calls on my birthday because dear old dad wants to chat. Or..or when you go to Rick's house to restock your supply and he's having a really bad day. You know how many times I've talked him out of just...ending it? It used to be easier when my mom was around but...guess what Steve? She's dead too.
"My life isn't easy," Eddie concluded. "Isn't perfect. So don't act like everything's easier just cuz you want to get in Nancy Wheeler's pants."
"You don't fucking know what you're talking about," Steve rumbled. "Nancy...shit she's the only person who I've ever loved. Who has ever loved me. Maybe my parents did a long time ago when I was still young enough to be my dad's little buddy and my mom's dress up doll. But not anymore. But Nancy? Nancy got me. She understood me like no one else did."
"What about your friends? What about Robin?"
"What other friends do I have besides Robin?" Steve asked. "They're all gone. They left. Even before graduation."
"And that's what you want now? You want Nancy and my friends too? To help fill your lonely little life?"
"My life is lonely? Please. You're playing a make believe game and wannabe rockstar twice a week with a bunch of kids. All your real friends left you behind too. And I might not know what my future holds but at least I have a future Munson," Steve huffed. "If this spell bullshit hadn't have happened, it isn't hard to guess where you would end up. Still living in that trailer park 20 years from now, fixing toilets, and fucking your fist because who would ever wanna be with someone like you? Who could ever love yo--"
Steve couldn't finish that sentence because Eddie's fist was rocketing into his face. The force of the punch made him fall to the ground.
Eddie felt empowered, filled with righteous anger and self hatred.
There was nothing worse than being faced with the hopelessness of his life, the pointlessness of his future...until those facts came from his own mouth.
"You're on your own Harrington," Eddie shouted as he turned on his heel and walked back to the BMW, not stopping for a second to look back, even as Steve called after him. "You wanna fix my life? You wanna be Eddie Munson? Be Eddie Munson. You don't need my help. Good fucking luck."
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“Well here we are, Honey,” Steve announced as he pulled up to the curb in front of your house. “End of the Line. Home Sweet Home.”
It was the perfect date. Again.
Let the record show that Steve was the best at planning dates.
Honestly sometimes...it just seemed too good to be true.
There had been the night when he stopped by Benny's right before closing, and you had that chat outside. Even though you had an early class the next morning, he lured you out to the line of fast food places near the highway on an impromptu date and created ungodly mash ups with different sandwiches.
Or Thursday, he asked if you wanted to have a movie night and you suggested your place since Starcourt was always so packed. He had brought a ton of treats and extra supplies to build a blanket fort in your living room. He stole a few kisses when your hands met in the popcorn bowl. And you had gotten caught making out in the fort by your mom.
Then today--a Saturday of all days--he'd surprised you.
You’d walked outside, running late for your shift, only to find him parked at the curb, leaning against his car with a huge grin on his face. Told you that he had begged Benny to give you the day off to take you for a surprise.
"I have the day off from Family Video," he explained. "Figured I could use a little day out. Thought I could convince you to tag along."
As if a Saturday off wasn't surprising enough in and of itself.
It was honestly like something out of a John Hughes movie.
He had driven you into Indianapolis to go to some outdoor flea market. Played whatever music you wanted on the drive there and back. Got you all the roasted pecans and sweet confections from the vendors at the edge of the market had to offer. Made you fall for him more and more as he talked shop, laughed, and bartered for vintage records and cool sunglasses and a handful of pinback buttons.
"'Get Stoned?'" You laughed and picked out one rather large button.
"Like the Rolling Stones."
"I get it," you laughed. "Just didn't think you were into them enough to get a button."
"Oh...they're the Stones," Steve shrugged. "But, uh, figured...Eddie might be into it."
You really tried not to wince at the mention of Eddie’s name. You smiled and nodded but it just had you thinking back to Eddie and Nancy at Benny's. You knew you had to stop thinking about it...especially in comparison with Steve, and it was getting increasingly more difficult when Steve was the one who brought him up in the first place. Hell, when you stopped at a little drive-in outside of Marion for dinner, Steve even ordered, what you recognized as, Eddie's usual from Benny's.
It honestly threw you for a loop and made you feel a little crazy.
Just weeks ago you would have thought…well you wouldn’t have considered them similar at all.
And now…
Now you weren’t so sure.
You had spilled your heart out to Steve the other night, told him all the things that you liked about him. And it wasn't until you got home from work after seeing Eddie and Nancy together that you realized...a lot of the things you liked about Steve were also things you liked about Eddie.
Sure, Eddie and Steve were hanging out more after all, so they had to have something in common. Maybe hanging around each other brought out the best in one another. The glimpse of Steve you got after that third date…that genuine sweetness…was now only amplified by Eddie’s genuine personality.
Then you had Eddie…his seemingly endless confidence was more of a defense mechanism. Behind closed doors or with your heads leant together over homework he was more vulnerable. Sweeter. But now the confidence had almost made way for cockiness and indifference...which you really had never associated with Eddie before.
So the way he smile and looked at Nancy, the softness he freely gave--
The way you always wanted him to look and smile at you. The way that still devastated you not to be on the receiving end of.
—you rarely saw him show that soft side of himself so freely.
Even if Nancy had a boyfriend…well, it was a hurtful sight to witness and you truly hoped Eddie wouldn’t be hurt if she turned him down.
Huh. Eddie pining after Nancy and Steve being…just a sweetheart. A sweetheart you were falling for. It’s almost like they traded places or something.
You pondered the thought for a second and couldn’t help but laugh at how silly it all was.
“What’s got you laughing?” Steve’s voice broke through your fantastical thoughts and you shook your head.
“Nothing,” you dismissed. “I’m just…just happy.”
Steve smiled that million dollar smile of his--bright and sparkling--and tucked his head into his shoulder a little before glancing back at you.
“Really?” He questioned.
“Yeah.”
“Cuz you had a good time?”
“Well yeah, I always have a good time with you.” You shuffled in your seat a little, tugged at the seatbelt and scuffed your feet against the floor mat. “You, uh...you wanna come in?"
"Uh, is your mom home?" He chuckled nervously. "I don't want a repeat of last time."
No. That was mortifying.
"She's actually out with some coworkers. They got some big contract. Some international account blah," you waved your hand dismissively. "Kinda boring but she doesn't get to go out too much. I dunno.
"But uh...if you did want to come in...we could avoid a play by play. If you catch my drift?" You raised your eyebrows seductively and you thought you made the right reference--he was a sports guy after all. But he just looked like a deer in the headlights.
That was just the natural progression of dating right?
You kiss a little or a lot...and then you make out on your couch...and then...so why did he look shocked. You didn't wanna push him...but he was also Steve Harrington. You honestly thought he would have made a move by now.
Some wicked voice in the back of your head piped up.
Maybe the problem wasn't Steve; maybe you were the problem...
"It's ok if you don't want to," you backtracked, suddenly self-conscious. "Because I know you...you probably work tomorrow or something."
"No!" he shouted, the volume of it a little shocking thanks to the close proximity in the car. "Yes that's...no I...we can go in."
You held back a sigh of relief and smiled shakily.
The walk inside was unremarkable, but every second that passed was filled with more anticipation than the one before. Steve teased you for fumbling with your keys, enough that you dropped them, and he gave your butt a little pat. You grabbed him around the middle and waddled him back from your mother's steam-cleaned carpets so he could kick off his shoes, all the while running your hands over his toned chest. You asked him if he wanted something to drink, like a good hostess would, and he simply quirked a brow and said there was only one thing that could quench his thirst.
But before long it was all just a vague blur because he pushed you up against the wall in the front room and eagerly fused his lips to yours.
Steve was always a little noisy, always humming, but his noises became needier the longer you went. His hands gripped your waist and he thumbed the softness there consistently, as though he needed to prove to himself that you were truly safe within his grasp.
He swallowed the giggles that softly escaped you when his fingers found just the right spot.
"Ticklish?" he broke away and pulled just far enough back to grin through those kiss-swollen lips. You whined impatiently in response. "I think I found my lady's weakness...it's ok. Your secret is safe with me."
A voice echoed in your head, soft and sweet. My lady. Gravelly with sleep in the morning before class, accompanied by a bow, as you passed by Hellfire Club on the way to homeroom
No, no, no. Not again. You were here with Steve. Steve. Not Eddie.
"Mmmh, and what about you?" you muttered petulantly, pushing the thought away. He surged forward for another peck but you kept your hand firm on his chest to hold him back. "Isn't it fair I learn your weakness too?"
"I've gotta have some secrets don't I?" He pulled one of your hands away and pressed feather light kisses to each of your fingers, then the back of your hand.
An image was summoned in your mind's eye, the feeling of lips on your hand as you practiced some sort of Shakespearean reenactment for English class.
Eddie needed to get out of your head. Out of your heart.
You batted Steve's hand away, grabbed his face and mashed your lips to his urgently.
There was a build of anticipation; it was frenzied but it didn't feel rushed. Now that you two had a moment alone--truly alone to explore one another without a nosy neighbor or a potentially wandering police officer or a well-intended parent--it was clear that you both wanted this and wanted to savor every minute of it. Memorize every dip, every curve, every plane. Paint the taste of one another on the canvas of each other's tongues.
He tasted like...
Cherry Pie and Cigarettes and Juicy Fruit Gum.
But he didn't chew Juicy fruit. But he did. But he didn't. Steve didn't. Eddie did.
Steve chewed Big Red. He told you so on your first date when you asked for a stick after the bitter taste of coffee lingered in your mouth.
"I only chew Big Red, is that ok?"
But he had chewed gum in the car after you left the diner. He had his pie, he smoked really quick--a habit you vaguely remembered him saying he was quitting--and he had offered you a piece of Juicy Fruit as he turned the key in the ignition.
You compared Eddie and Steve in the car before, chalked it up to them being friends. But now here he was again and it was driving you crazy. You just wanted to fall for Steve in peace. And you were, you really were, but you were also getting sick of Eddie popping up at the most inopportune times.
You pushed Steve away from you and panted heavily.
"You wanna go to my room?" you asked abruptly. Your eyebrows shot upwards expectantly as Steve stared at you with big, dumb eyes and a shocked expression.
"Yes," he nodded eagerly. "Uh, yeah...yes."
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Eddie didn’t know how to feel being in your room.
On the one hand…he doubted whether he should really be here. This was everything he had just condemned Steve for. On the other…it really had been the perfect day with you. You quieted the doubt in his mind. All of Steve’s cutting words about…being alone and never knowing love…they didn’t matter when you held his hand and looked him in the eyes and kissed him.
All of the sweet things you said to him the other night flooded his mind and made him feel like he was underwater. Submerged in your love.
If he closed his eyes and imagined the world was perfect, it did feel like love. He could convince himself that you loved him too. 
The minute your bedroom door was closed behind him, you had grabbed Eddie and pushed him onto your bed. The plush comforter cushioned his fall and your pillows had all bounced around him and he chuckled.
He craned his neck to get a look around your room—white walls decorated with some posters and cutouts from magazines here and there, a small desk, a bookshelf that was so full it was more book than shelf. He’d learned so much about you the past few weeks, more than he had over the past few years of knowing you, but this…aside from the fact that you had crawled onto his lap and we’re nipping at his neck…this was the most intimate he would ever get to know you. Not your body. But your soul, your mind, your light.
If this was his last glimpse of you he ever got in his life, he would die happily. He didn’t need to pretend things were perfect to acknowledge that he was in love with you. It was a fact of his existence at this point. And he needed to show you.
“H-honey?” He asked softly. “Stop.”
“You don’t like this?” You laved at the point where his jaw met his neck before sucking a bruising kiss there. His nerves were alight at the sensation and blood rushed south.
“Where did you learn to do that? Hmm?” He asked teasingly as his hand gripped your waist. You pulled back and grinned like the cat that got the cream. “Oh? You’ve got secrets? Well I’ve got a secret too.”
Something akin to worry flashed behind your eyes and he reached up to caress the side of your face.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured. “It’s not bad. Let me show you.”
Eddie pulled your mouth back to his and you fell into him, obviously enjoying the soft attentions of his kiss. From there he eased you onto your back, happy to hover over you and press his body into yours. He grinned as you made a needy little noise.
More? He could give you more; he was planning on it. More importantly, you were eager to have him take.
You were soft and pliant against him, malleable, as his mouth traveled from yours, down your neck, and further down still. His hands antecedent of his descent, they prepared you for what was to come, gave you every opportunity to push him away, though you never would. He grasped your wrists and pressed them to the soft mattress above your head, rucked up your shirt so he could attend to your breasts.
Fingers deftly peeled away the cups of your bra and as he suckled and venerated, he found that the little strumming motion he liked to do when he played with himself was also one that made you whine deliciously;  calloused pads oscillating over supple fullness and hardened peaks.
Eddie abandoned his paltry devotions to continue onwards. He knelt back and quickly began removing your skirt and underwear, cute little things that would serve no purpose if you were to let him proceed.
“Is this ok Honey? You can tell me to stop,” he assured you. You bit your lip and your bliss-filled face became bashful, but you shook your head anyway. “No? You want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” you replied breathily. “Please.”
“I won’t. I’ll give you whatever you want. I promise.”
He ushered you to scoot further up the bed so your head could be cradled by the plush pillows. He couldn’t resist dropping another kiss or two to your lips, to sooth the sting that your teeth were inflicting. Your little needy noises were cute, but you were holding back and he simply couldn’t let that happen. 
“I want to hear you,” he muttered, running his thumb over your lips. “It’s just us. No one will hear. I need to know if I’m doing something you don’t like. Or something you really like. Then I know to do it again next time.”
“Next time?”
“Yeah…this isn’t some quick romp at a party or outside a concert, sweetheart. I want to make you feel good again.” He pressed a kiss to your lips for emphasis. “And again.” Another kiss to your breast. “And again.” One last kiss against your stomach before he settled himself in the cradle of your thighs, hissing the slightest bit as his hips came in contact with your mattress.
He was throbbing, aching for his own pleasure, eager for a release that he’d been ignoring and denying himself. He shifted and found a little friction, the mattress and his jeans doing just enough to sate him while he took care of another hunger.
Never let it be said that Eddie hadn’t met a pussy that he didn’t think was pretty but you—open for him and wanting--were gorgeous. Tempting. Eddie clicked his tongue as he finally got a good look at you, fluttering with want, dripping with ambrosia.
“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted more?” He admonished with a smirk, looking up at you with hooded eyes as he settled your leg over his shoulder, nestling in for an extended, more comfortable time. “I wouldn’t have made you wait so long.”
“I didn’t…I…” Your excuse was cut off by your combined moans as he latched onto you, immediately finding the swollen button at the top of your sex. He laved back and forth, teasing you until you whined. The taste of you, the smell of you—the earthy sweetness that bloomed on his tongue and settled at the base of his throat—caused his hips to jerk against the bed and he pulled back a little, eager but ready to let you feel good for as long as he could. He rotated his attention between your clit and your lips and your neglected little hole, kissed and nuzzled and lapped up whatever slick you gifted him. 
Eddie moved his hand from where it was caressing your thigh so he could ramp up the fun. You jumped as he caressed your lips, played with the spit and slick.
“Do you touch yourself honey?” You covered your face. “Didn’t I just tell you that I wanted to hear you? So tell me, do you touch yourself?”
“Yes,” you threw your hands down and grasped the plush comforter.
“Do you think of me?” You nodded. “I can’t hear you. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to touch you? Do you want more?” He blew a soft breath across your thigh and you shivered.
“P-please, more.”
Eddie slid his fingers over you, watched as you shuddered and twitched, basked in your wanton little noises. With his other hand, he shifted slightly and undid his belt and the fly of his jeans, pushing them down just so, so he could rock against the bed, seeking more physical relief. He dove back in with kisses and licks and nips, getting adventurous as he slid a finger into you. You stiffened up for just a moment before he took you to higher heights. 
"Uuhnnnhhh, yes," you moaned breathily. Beautifully. "Right there. Yes!"
The tightness was luxurious and his head spun, imagining what the rest of the night might bring. He could feel you panting, getting closer and closer to your peak. He would get you there. Gladly. Again and again. Over and over until you couldn’t take any more.
“Please!”
“What do you want, honey?”
“Please I’ve—“
“You wanna cum sweetheart.” He grinned against you. “I’ll get you there but you have to beg. Come on.”
"P-please S-Steve!"
Eddie froze.
His ears started ringing. His entire body was numb. He couldn’t…couldn’t breathe. It all came flooding back, the realization, the hatred, the resentment. The want to be with you and the fact that he couldn't.
"W-what's wrong?!" you stammered and pushed yourself onto your elbows to get a better view of him. "What happened?"
Eddie couldn't answer. He could barely look at you.
He pushed your leg off his shoulder, and as he did he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror beside the bed—
The freckled skin, the fluffy hair, the rumpled polo, the hazel eyes staring back at him smugly.
--he couldn't even look at himself.
“Please, talk to me. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"
"I just...I..." he choked at the sound of his voice. But not his voice.
He shook his head and pushed himself off the bed. He ran a hand over his face and ignored the questions that came out of you. He quickly yanked up his jeans and barely fastened them. He ignored the belt.
He quickly turned on his heel and ran out of your room. He jammed his feet into his shoes and fumbled with the jacket he had hung on the coat hook by the door to get his keys. 
Not his keys. 
Steve’s keys. Steve’s car, Steve’s body, Steve’s life, Steve’s love.
Not his.
He let the jacket fall to the floor, abandoned, as he quickly made his escape.
All the while you called and ran after him.
"Steve?! Wait! Steve!!"
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Introducing a full October of rosemary!! (Oct. 1st - 31st)
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You can submit fanart, fics, cosplays, etc for any prompts!! Late submissions are also perfectly valid. The calendar + cover were designed by ilovedogboys on twitter & tumblr!
Prompts:
Day 1: Dating
How do you think post retcon Rosemary’s date went? Or what do you think happened right after their first drunken kiss in pre retcon?? Or what do YOU think Rose and Kanaya should have done on their first date?
Day 2: Aspects
Light and Space, it’s self explanatory.
Day 3: Cats
Girls with cats!!
Day 4: Moths
Girls with moths!! Or maybe it’s a mothman au?
Day 5: Video Games / Movies
Lesbian gaming time or watching bad vampire movies? You decide!
Day 6: Books
Rose and Kanaya sure do love to read! What are they reading though while they’re being all coy and shy with each other??
Day 7: Addictions/Insecurities
Rose’s liquor issue, Kanaya’s uncontrollable thirst for blood, and their individual insecurities is the feelings jam for today.
Day 8: Warrior Cats
I made a threat that if I was in charge of rosemary month, I would make warrior cats a whole prompt. Are they feral fantasy cats, or maybe 10 year olds larping on the black top?
Day 9: Meteorstuck
What did Rose and Kanaya get up to on the meteor?? Did Dave third wheel like a clingy child and not leave an ounce of alone time for them?
Day 10: AUs
Choose your favorite AUs!!
Day 11: Meeting the Guardians
Rose and Kanaya meet each other’s parents!! How’d it go?
Day 12: Jasprose Love Day
A whole day dedicated to Jasprose being a pesky, pesky sweet catgirl and bugging Rose and Kanaya endlessly.
Day 13: Trickster
Rose somehow comes into contact with cherub drugs, oh boy!
Day 14: Family
Got any rosemary fankids on Earth C? The most happiest ending, after all, is just Rose, Kanaya, and their fat baby.
Day 15: Sadstuck
What depressing scenario are you cooking up for Rose and Kanaya this day? Remember Game Over??
These two sure do go through a lot together.
Day 16: Spring
Lesbians going through seasonal changes!! What are Rose and Kanaya doing during Spring?
Day 17: Summer
What summery activities are Rose and Kanaya up to?
Day 18: Fall
The most comfiest season of them all, what adorable things are Rose and Kanaya during Fall?? Playing in the dead leaves??
Day 19: Winter
Rose and Kanaya surviving through winter; are they out in the snow or bundled up inside their house?
Day 20: Earth / Alternia
All about Rose and Kanaya’s childhoods.
Day 21: Grimdark/Rainbow Drinker
The parallels of their grief fueled rages, their skin tones swapping, the fact they both got hit in the same spot!!
Day 22: Dreambubbles
Dead girlfriends get to reunite once again, as they should!
Day 23: Star-Crossed Lovers
Remember that time Karkat forbid sloppy interspecies makeouts??
Day 24: Fashion
Lesbians in some swanky outfits ohh yeahh.
Day 25: Rosemary Kiss Anniversary!!
The rosemary kiss panel is 10 years old!! Redraw to celebrate it!
Day 26: Wedding
Rose and Kanaya get married!!
Day 27: Honeymoon
What are they doing for their honeymoon?? Hopefully not causing any chaos.
Day 28: Rain / Sun
Maybe they’re going through weathers on Earth C?? Or perhaps we can talk about the contrasting weather between their home lives! Kanaya is awfully associated with the sun, and Rose could be linked with the rain. Either way, do something with rain or the sun!
Day 29: Double Date
Who are Rose and Kanaya going on a double date with?
Day 30: Lilith In Starlight
Let’s take a moment to remember that amazing rosemary song.
Day 31: Halloween!!
Rose and Kanaya celebrate Halloween!! What costumes are they wearing? Are they passing out candy? Going to halloween parties? Or maybe taking their child(ren) out for the night?? Or maybe they’re going trick or treating as a date, who knows!! Thank you for participating in rosemary month!!
Specific tags I’ll be tracking are: #rosemarymonth , #rosemarymonth2022
You can also @ this account to make sure! If you have any questions, the inbox is open. Happy rosemary month!!
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I’m absolutely dying for any information on Dave and Karkat in your gleestuck au. Im obsessed.
Okay so first of all I'm sorry sorry for this being so late- I've had to think real long and hard about what I wanted to add here.
Second, I'm so happy you guys are enjoying this as much as I do. It genuinely makes me so excited when I see y'all's tags and reblogs :')
Hmm I guess I'll start with how they met? Which would be in middle school when karkats family moved to town.
Almost immediately they Didn't like eachother, karkat didn't like Dave because of his "douchebag shades make me want to punch him". And Dave actually didn't mind karkat until he found out why karkat didn't like him, then it was, "Jesus what a prick, maybe I'll fuck with him later."
After that it sort of just began a whole "I can do better than you just watch." Sort of deal, UNTIL karkat started gleeclub in freshman year (when Jake started teaching) Dave basically saw that as karkat trying to one up him again but he legitimately could not join. Mostly because of his dad (bro) having just started being enemies with the glee teacher, and well because he knew he couldn't sing. "Touche vantas"
That being said, Dave had been playing the drums and the piano since before he had met karkat. He would always practice late in the band room when he'd have a particularly bad day, otherwise he'd wait til he was home to use his own.
Funny story actually, karkat (for the longest time) had a crush on dirk. Until he found out that dirk was interested in the schools paranormal obsessed dork. He only found out after accidentally hearing Dave rant to rose about it, afterwards he gave up on liking dirk completely (besides being friends).
Junior year, Karkat has just heard about dirk wanting to try out (due to johns antics) and went to look for him to ask to do a duo together. That's when he passed the band room and accidentally seen Dave just hammering on his drums. He then sort of snuck in, about to give Dave an earful about being in there without permission, when he actually listened to what Dave was playing and "woah isn't that one of the songs we were practicing earlier?"
Which Dave didn't hear obviously, but when he looked up and saw karkat you bet your ass it scared the shit out of him, falling out of his chair and on his ass with surprise.
That's when karkat just sort of blurts out that he should try out for glee, that they needed more people anyways and since his brother was joining he might as well too. Dave immediately shuts him down, making a joke about being too good for the club which pisses karkat off and gives him a new purpose at the school.
Getting Dave strider to join glee club.
Which proves to be a bigger hassle than he'd imagine because damn, striders are really fucking stubborn. But so was karkat, and eventually he had to settle with what they were best at doing. He called Dave out for being a Wuss, practically. Told him that he was admitting that karkat was better than him because he wouldn't join.
Dave being, well, Dave. Immediately jumped to being defensive, "fuck it! I'll join!" And boy did he, and boy did he like it, and boy was karkat getting cute? Oh shit.
I'll leave this here before it gets too much longer haha, but please! Feel free to ask me more, there's so much I can say on this au (there's so much for everyone please ask me about everyone pls pls)
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bor0wik · 5 months
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Some THSC headcanons i have because why not
TW: mentions of body disphoria (for Henry's part) mental illnesses and disabilities, panic attacks (for Dave's part)
Henry:
Henry has many... Way too many scars over his whole body, from all these 'adventures' in other timelines (despite all of them not being canon in my AU except for Triple Threat, the scars somehow stayed on his body). He's kinda ashamed of them, so he always wear clothes that will cover his whole body.
Henry is a kleptomaniac (very original headcanon, isn't it?)
He actually has been once trapped in the CCC, but he escaped after a bit short time (yup, he met my other CCC OCs that are trapped there). CCC is still searching for him.
I think that's actually canon, but Henry really likes to sing.
Henry can't swim, and he's scared of water (i mean... Like, a pool or a sea or something).
He doesn't mind wearing dresses and skirts :)
Charles:
Charles has Alexithymia (A mental disability. It causes an inability to understand or identify emotions, as well as expressing them), so he usually just pretend. Due to his disability, he has a bit hard time making friends, though he really wants to.
Every one of Charles's helicopters became crashed by him. Everyone is wondering if he do this to seem cool, or if he's a bad pilot. Charles never answered that question...
Charles has a collection of... Rocks. Yeah, rocks. And no, no some pretty rare rocks or something, just regular rocks. This is a collection from when he was a child, but he still have it.
Calvin has a crush on him because that's a funny idea.
Ellie:
Ellie likes picking up flowers and making flower crowns out of them. She especially likes making them for Henry and Charles.
I like the headcanon of Ellie and Jacob (i think you know which one) being a family, but... In my ✨style✨. Ellie was adopted by the Rose family, which make her and Jacob siblings, but not biological ones.
Ellie has anger issues, though she knows how to and can control it, but let's it all out when she's alone.
She talks a lot. Like, a LOT.
She's that one friend who can't hear when someone is whispering to her, as well as the one who can't whisper...
Ellie has a weird obsession with collecting plushies.
Rupert:
Rupert is basically like a cat. He doesn't like it when you give him attention all by yourself, meanwhile he wants it when you don't have time.
He doesn't have anger issues idk how did you guys came with that, it's not even canon-
When you meet him, he tries to act a bit serious, but not too much to not seem boring, meanwhile when you are his friend or even best friend, you know he's a total dumbass and he is capable of anything- (Charles know this feeling-)
Maybe a bit of ADHD...
He's actually pretty tall in my headcanon (he is somewhere around 190 cm - 200 cm tall)
Dave:
Dave's voice is actually a bit quiet.
Anxiety boi.
Dave is scared of thunders and thunderstorms to the point when one occurs, he just curls into a ball in the corner of the room and cries until it will end.
He's really good at maths.
After the Triple Threat ending, Dave somehow got away before The Wall guards came. He's still missing. No, he's still alive, don't worry, but he's missing.
When Dave meets someone, and he become a bit too attached to that person, he may be a bit too clingy to that person.
When he's angry, he talks in 3rd. POV. (I think you know what i mean)
Sven:
If someone will punch him for example in the nose, instead of trying to fight back, or just insult that person, he begin to cry.
He joined the Toppat clan at the age of 16.
Autism boi.
His hair is FLUFFY.
When he met Burt at first, they didn't liked eaxh other, you can even say they were rivals. Somehow they became closest friends.
He's very overprotective over Burt, same goes for Burt being even more overprotective over Sven.
Burt:
Sven had an anime phase.
The story of how he joined he Toppat clan is... Interesting to say at least... Burt was still young, when Reggie (who was born in the clan btw) and Right (who was found by Reggie on the streets) found him. Reg took both him and Right to the clan. He was welcomed there a bit more warmer than Right, was it because he was younger? Or maybe because he was a girl then? (I hc Burt to be trans man so yeah...)
Burt is colorbling.
Sven has a shark plushie, meanwhile Burt has an orca plushie :3
Burt is literally obsessed with cats, though he can't have one. He's allergic :(
He's a big fan of the "Warrior cats" book series. He can name you every one character.
Reginald:
Reggie is obsessed with shiny things, especially golden ones.
Has shit ton of various necklaces, brancelets, rings, earrings and other things like that.
Reg loves watching horror movies, but it always ends up with him sleeping with a gun.
Treats almost every Toppat clan member like his own child.
He's that one therapist friend to which you can always come and talk about various things, rant, vent, anything.
Right Hand Man:
His real name is Raymond Raine, though he doesn't like it. It reminds him of... Bad times...
He fell in love with Reginald first, meanwhile Reggie was oblivous for many signs that Right was showing him, which were signalizing that he fell in love with him.
Anger issues :/
Loves how sometimes Reg is oblivous for some signs of love or affection that he is showing him.
Reginald was his gay awakening-
Right is addicted to coffee.
That's all i think...
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feelbokkie · 9 months
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Don’t Let Me Love You | Playlists
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pairing:  Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader
genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au
warnings: Possible spoilers?? Or maybe just misdirection
summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.
©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.
masterlist
The firsts two songs in Chan's playlists aren't going to show up because I had to download them from my iTunes BUT I will link them right here if you want to listen to them
무단횡단 (Jaywalking) by Sung Joon
Wake Up by Sung Joon
*There are some repeated songs between the playlists. Interpret that how you will*
DLMLU Series Playlist (Spotify Link)
DLMLU by Stray Kids
Can't Stop by Stray Kids (Seungmin, I.N)
Heartbreak by Christian Leave
Careful What You Wish For by Bad Omens
Quite Miss Home by James Arthur
Hug All Ur Friends by Cavetown
I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
Not Falling Apart by Maroon 5
Sorry, I Love You by Stray Kids
Silent Cry by Stray Kids
The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy
Look After You by The Fray
Catching Feelings by Justin Bieber
Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer
Can't Take My Eyes off You by Frankie Valli
Temporary Bliss by The Cab
Why Won't You Love Me by 5 Seconds of Summer
Lonely Hearts by 5 Seconds of Summer
Lie to Me by 5 Seconds of Summer
This is Gospel by Panic! At the Disco
Cuz I Love You by Lizzo
Paper Houses by Niall Horan
If I Could Fly by One Direction
Monet Issues by Chase Petra
Not in the Same Way by 5 Seconds of Summer
July by Noah Cyrus
A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant to Be by Jess Benko
To Be So Lonely by Harry Styles
Truly Madly Deeply by One Direction
Y/n's Playlist (Spotify Link)
Can't Take My Eyes off You by Frankie Valli
Everybody Hurts by Avril Lavigne
To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra
Superficial Love by Ruth B.
Why Won't You Love Me by 5 Seconds of Summer
Pleaser by Wallows
Stay by Post Malone
The Harold Song by Kesha
Mr. Brightside by The Killers
i love you by Billie Eilish
Unloveable by The Smiths
All I Want by Kodaline
Therapy by All Time Low
Please Never Fall in Love Again by Ollie MN
Leave Your Lover by Sam Smith
You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift
Falling Out of Love With You by Rome Hero Foxes
Hard to Love by ONE OK ROCK
Still into You by Paramore
Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood
Please Don't Leave Me by P!nk
In Luv With U by Finn
Hopelessly Devoted To You by Olivia Newton-John
Schizophrenic Playboy by The Crabnerries
Die In Your Arms by Justin Bieber
I Loved You by DAY6
Cough Syrup (Glee Cast Version) by Glee Cast
Temporary Bliss by The Cab
Fuck You by CeeLo Green
Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer
Felix's Playlist (Spotify Link)
Deep end by Stray Kids (Felix)
Please by Chelsea Cutler, Jeremy Zucker
In Too Deep by Why Don't We
Sunflower by Rex Orange County
I Can't Make You Love Me by Dave Thomas Junior
Therapy by All Time Low
Mr. Loverman by Rick Montgomery
Fergalicious by Fergie, will.i.am
Sweet Creature by Harry Styles
Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects
Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects
fOoL fOr YoU by ZAYN
All I Wanted by Paramore
I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry
Heartbreak by Christian Leave
Complicated by Avril Lavigne
It's U by Cavetown
Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars
Yellow by Coldplay
Pushin' Me Away by Jonas Brothers
Die In Your Arms by Justin Bieber
I Need Somebody by DAY6
She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
Can't Help Falling in Love by Christian Leave
She Is the Sunlight by Trading Yesterday
I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance
Temporary Bliss by The Cab
Can't Stop by Stray Kids (Seungmin, I.N)
Pray (I'll Be Your Man) by BTOB
Chan's Playlist (Spotify Link)
무단횡단 (Jaywalking) by Sung Joon
Wake Up by Sung Joon
i hate to admit by Stray Kids (Bang Chan)
Can't Take My Eyes off You by Frankie Valli
And I Love Her by Kurt Cobain
Bad Diary Days by Pedro The Lion
Love is Dead by Tokio Hotel
Mr. Brightside by The Killers
She Doesn't Love Me by Billy Cobb
I'm a Mess by Ed Sheeran
Breakeven by The Script
Your Song by Elton John
I Hate That You're Happy by Tiny Little Houses
I Miss You by blink-182
Can't Have You by Jonas Brothers
Love Unfinished by Christian Leave
The Truth Untold by BTS, Steve Aoki
DON'T FORGET by iKON
Don't Wanna Cry by SEVENTEEN
It's Definitely You by V, JIN
Missing You by BTOB
Ex by Stray Kids
i love you more than you will ever know by Never Shout Never
The One That Got Away - Acoustic Version by Katy Perry
I'm Lost Without You by blink-182
Lover, Please Stay by Nothing But Thieves
hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone by blackbear
i'm in love with u, sorry by j'san
DLMLU by Stray Kids
When I Was Your Man by BTOB
Buy me a coffee?
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lovelyrotter · 3 months
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I read your thing about stridercest. I didn’t super like the ship (I’m more of a lalondecest girlie) but I respect the hell out of the textual analysis you did. Anyway do you have any good fic recommendations? I want to see what you see in it.
oh fuck yeah i love sharing ship stuff especially with ppl who dont usually go here and vice versa for me. its like hell yeah im digging in sand and its fun i love my sand and then i turn around and woah i had no idea there was even MORE sand just behind me ya dig? that might not have made any sense hahaha. its the joy of trading pokemon cards except with ships
but okay heres some of my current faves. bear in mind i read mostly M and E rated stuff but ive got a sprinklin of lower ratings in here too. im also gonna categorize this list by stridercest flavour. theres a lot so this turned out like ridiculously long
anyone else goin through this feel free to link yalls faves in the replies too cause im ravenous. especially if its haldirk. im constantly craving haldirk
guardiancest
doku line terminus & two steps away from the county line by lildogie these first cause theyre my ultra faves rn and i cant get enough of this au. set in the same universe but county line is the prequel. a/b/o verse with lotsa interesting political stuff and also interpersonal dynamics. dave & dirk are there too and are real cute. its also got mysterious time travelling. i really cant sell these two enough like i am not doin these justice
davedirk / dirkdave
if i woke up next to you by bumbly | G, ~2,700 words, complete. SUPER sweet relationship study, made me fuckin melt. this author has really good stuff for other ships too but mind the archive warnings
dont joke about hentai face broctopus transplants im eating cheese n onion pringles here by smrtnik | M, ~1k words, complete. this one made me fuckin melt its so tender. it truly feels like were peeking into their life together. also great title
Stasis State by Caeslin | T, ~3k words, complete. another really intimate feeling one. its so fuckin sweet. mind the tags for typical dirk suicide attempt but its not on screen its moreso the recovery and how dave is affected by it
“stupid fucking bullshit” ad nauseam by anon | T, 13.7k words, complete. REALLY GOOD AU. trans striders, fade to black sex scene. the boys are cute and you can feel how much theyre drawn to each other immediately. wish there was more of this
sometimes the bad guy wins by nutrimercenary | E, ~7.5k words, ongoing. wow. oh wow. ive been looking for a davedirk fic like this for a long time. PLEASE read the warnings and tags but its so fuckin good. a crossdimentional narrative tug-o-war between dave and ult dirk i fuckin love it
got it goin on by bumbly | E, 7.5k words, complete. dirk indulges daves mommy kink after prying it outta him. its cute and funny and sexy it made me smile. their dynamic is sooo sweet
helping hands by ghostlyAnarchist | E, 5.1k words, complete. THIS IS SO GOOD. its got trans man dave and is genuinely one of the hottest transmasc fics ive read so far and boy howdy ive read a lot. slight warning for dysphoria discussion but its not too bad its all just hot af a dick-sucking venn diagram by Elendraug | E, 10k words, complete. first off domestic af. very established relationship and you can tell. its so fuckin sweet. i looove this one. its like the best kind of silly realistic smut its one of my faves of all time
STILL WITH ME by egbert | E, 8k words, complete. dave and dirk strife and then fuck in the bathroom. holy shit this is hot. their want is like tangible in this one
brodave and a!brodirk
hardware by orphan_account | E, ~8k words, complete. dave gets some dick piercings and bro goes insane about them. hot as hell and also features bottom bro which is my fave. its got a couple uses of the r-slur but its also from 2011 so i take it w/ a grain of salt. 2011 and earlier fics are like internet artifacts (/pos)
but you better never pull it by hapaxlegomena | E, 5k words, complete. wow. WOW. sub top bro and dom bottom dave need i say more. this sub bro activates my cute aggression the power play is great mars & murrie's by orphan_account | E, 6.8k words, complete. a!brodirk, omorashi. super hot!!!! alpha dave is sooo embarrassed about his piss kink but dirk wins in the end hahaha. really intriguing which i know sounds funny on an omo fic but read it and youll know. i love this alpha dave
temporal sunset by Plajus | M, 19.5k over 5 chapters, complete. a!brodirk. holy shit what a ride. this one held me hostage and now lives in my brain rent free (bdum tiss sorry). dirk is terminally ill so i know it wont be for everyone but give it a try and goddamn you wont be disappointed. trust me
a swinging pendulum by ghostlyAnarchist | T, ~900 words, complete. a!brodirk time/dream bubble encounter. wow just wow. the want. the yearning immaterial by LPSunnyBunny | E, 1k words, complete. a!brodirk, trans dirk. holy shit!!!!!! holy shit!!!!! hot hot hot!!!!!!! shower sex sensation control!!!!
haldirk
singular by 2x2verse | E, 6.8k words, complete. hal has an existential crisis dirk catches him and then they fuck tenderly about it. genuinely so romantic. im addicted to this kind of haldirk. honestly i just recommend the entire series diagnostics by 2x2verse | E, 2.9k words, complete. i know i just linked this authors whole collection of haldirk fics but holy crap this one in particular. dom/sub electrostim with sensory deprivation, hal is the dom. i LOVE how hes written here. very attentive domming, great details
A Fatal Error Has Occurred by Mortior | E, 42k words, 4/5 chapters. oh mortior my haldirk regent. really fuckin good character writing in an au where hal has an android body before the alpha session is started. read the tags for warnings. the tension between them is insane endangered by Mortior | E, 100k+ words, complete multichapter. holy fuck where to begin with this one. this is a haldirk sensation. post apocalyptic au where androids won the human-robot war. dirk runs into AR. AR takes an interest in him. dirk takes even more of an interest in AR. if youre gonna read any haldirk read this one
"im basically fucking him" series by Elendraug | T & E, all complete. so!!!!! fucking!!!!! tender!!!!! really cute haldirk progressing through their relationship
ridiculously late by cinnamonfreak | E, 21k, completed multichapter. a/b/o au where dirk suddenly presents. REALLY intriguing hal in this one i fuckin love the power play
roboporn by smrtnik | E, 3.9k words, complete. really fun power play in this one. hal is waterproofed externally but not internally. he gives dirk a handie over his open chassis torso. theres also really sweet snuggling afterwards
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karkatting · 9 months
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hi ramble about a topic that interests you
this is a threat
anon i'm taking this as an opportunity to talk about my stardew valley au i hope you're satisfied.
i view this au from the lens of it being an actual mod for the game, cus idk how to code or make mods. but anyway it would be an expansion type mod similar to rsv where there's a whole other town to visit that for the most part is separate from the vanilla game . and here we have homestuck characters to meet.
the trolls are human in this au (except kanaya who is a vampire) and while theoretially you could romance them there's more of an emphasis on helping them with their own issues and relationships with others.
i'm gonna just paste the shti i have in my google doc so i don't have to type everything out lmao. it's mostly about the characters.
jake
owner of the adventurer’s guild that he inherited from his grandparents. suspiciously is rarely seen actually adventuring
has some mysterious tension with dirk
friends: roxy, jane, dirk (?), jade (family), john
best gifts: prehistoric skull, emerald
dirk
on roxy’s suggestion, he moved from the city with his younger brother dave to escape a bad living situation
a bit of a recluse, often goes out at night to fight monsters
wants to start a horse ranch
has some mysterious tension with jake
friends: roxy, dave, jane, jake (?), rose
best gifts: orange, battery pack, strange doll
jane
a former big-name businesswoman who quit that life and now owns a local bakery
makes baked goods for all of the festivals
friends: roxy, dirk, jake
best gifts: cookie, pink cake
roxy
owns a pumpkin patch, grows various other crops throughout the year
frequently organizes community events
related to dirk in some way (cousin or half sibling? idk)
friends: jane, dirk, jake, dave, rose
best gifts: wine, star shards
jade
cheery gardener by the beach with a certain strangeness to her
owns a mysterious dog
has premonitions of the future and is thought to be involved with magic somehow but she won't talk about it
related to jake
friends: dave, john, karkat, jake
best gifts: jade, radioactive bar, roots platter
john
local prankster and runs the general store
optional trans storyline
friends: dave, jade, rose, karkat, jane, terezi
best gifts: miner’s treat
dave
lives with dirk
country boy dj, also into art
friends with a flock of crows
frequently hangs out with karkat and jade
related to rose
friends: karkat, jade, john, dirk, roxy, rose, aradia, terezi
best gifts: apple, any bone artifacts
rose
recently moved in with roxy
wants to be an author
studies dark magic
huge collection of books
friends: kanaya, dave, john, jade, roxy
best gifts: void essence, squid ink
karkat
young rancher
gruff and loud but cares about his friends. loves his animals
friends: dave, jade, kanaya, terezi, john
best gifts: crab cakes, pomegranate 
aradia
curator of the museum
a bit off-putting but friendly
friends: dave, kanaya, terezi, vriska
best gifts: artifacts
kanaya
local seamstress
spends a lot of time at the library
carries around a parasol in the sun, for some reason (she’s a vampire)
friends: rose, karkat, aradia
best gifts: cloth, solar essence, jade
terezi
blind
was gonna go to law school but dropped out
searching for her friend and roommate vriska, who went missing while out adventuring about a year prior
friends: vriska, karkat, dave, john
best gifts: cherry, spicy eel, cranberry candy
vriska
is missing
probably got cursed by a witch or something
player can help the characters develop their own relationships by raising their heart level and not pursuing a romantic relationship with either party
rose and kanaya
both of them are admiring the other from afar, but are too afraid to make any moves
dave and karkat
karkat’s emotional repression and dave’s sexuality confusion prevents them from becoming something more
dirk and jake
they had a messy breakup a while back and still feel something for each other but also will not talk to each other about it
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The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative
Three years ago, on John Egbert's birthday, the world ended. Three years ago, Jade Harley and Vriska Serket vanished alongside billions of others. Three years ago, the apocalypse arrived, transforming everything and revealing much that was hidden to those who remained.
Three years ago, the meteors (mostly!) missed Houston, and that's where John's headed today. In Houston, Rose Lalonde searches for washed-up traces of magic, warily overseen by Kanaya and her old friend Dave. In Texas, the newly dubbed "alternatives" maintain a newfound alliance with the humans they saved--and a wary truce with the Hunter forces that once kept all these creatures of fable and fairytale a secret from the world of man.
And here, in Houston, the world is about to change once again.
An urban fantasy monsterstuck AU featuring the beta kids, beta trolls, and their guardians. Updates every other Saturday! This pinned post will upd8 with the fic! by @madam-melon-meow & @arealpeople
ACT 1 Chapters: (1) Nocturnal Spectre, (2) Staying High and Dry's More Trouble Than It's Worth, (3) Break The Distance, (4) I'll Wait For You, (5) Loved By You, (6) Lost Again, (7) The Fear Keeps Me Moving, (8) If I Had To Choose Her Or The Sun, (9) Never Coming Home.
ACT 1 Side Material: Confessions of a Wizard: Monday, April 13, 2009 (Chapter 6 sidefic), Hunter's Reminiscence (Chapter 8 sidefic)
ACT 2 Chapters: (10) We've Cheated Fate Again, (11) The Map That Leads To You, (12) Castaways, (13) The Monster They Made You, (14) Rose Chaplet, (15) I Am Still Alive, (16) Mama Told Me, (17) Little Talks, (18) They Messed Me Up, (19) Our Many Enemies, (20) Down Fell The Rain, (21) Mankind Now Dreams, (22) Lend Me Your Heart, (23) Lost Boy, (24) Love Bites, (25) The Price She'll Pay, (26) Just One Of Those Days, (27) She Doesn't Sleep (Part 1), (28) She Doesn't Sleep (Part 2), (29) She Doesn't Sleep (Part 3)
ACT 2 Side Material: Hunter's Journal: Vampires (Chapter 11 sidefic), Confessions of a Wizard: Sunday, April 29, 2012 (Chapter 14 sidefic), Letters To Jade: The Final Words of SkaiaNet's Founder: Entry One, Page One (Chapter 18 sidefic), Entry One, Pages Two & Three (Chapter 19 sidefic), Entry One, Pages Four through Seven (Chapter 23 sidefic), Entry Two (Chapter 23 sidefic)
ACT 3 Chapters: (30) Superman , (31) If You Want To Survive , (32) Nice Work ,
ACT 3 Side Material: [pending]
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dave2olkat · 9 months
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Do you ship Davesolkat? Do you like ridiculous long fics? Then check out my fanfic I do the dumbest things for you! It's a 2010's Humanstuck Highschool Fake Dating AU that includes and is not limited to:
Trans Guy and Autistic Sollux who's trying to take over his school
Mexican Karkat who's dealing with OCD and a bad case of severe mommy issues
Golden Boy Dave Strider who climbs up through Karkat's window so he can escape from his abusive guardian
Each chapter is named after a song from Karkat's emo playlist
Dave, Kat and Sol being best friends since they were 9
They made a pinkie promise that they wouldn't fuck eachother's moms
Dave is in love with Sollux, who's in love with Karkat, who's in love with Dave oh my
The pining is ridiculous but they get together pretty quickly, or do they?
Sollux is certain they've all been dating for over a year? Karkat has two boyfriends. Dave is still unsure of Sollux likes him or not lol
The miscommunication is realistic and it's just them being idiots and Sollux being autistic
Found Family AU! Disciple and Signless are Karkat's parents and they adopt the Maryams. Psi is Sollux's cool single dad and he adopts Dave
Most HS characters make an appearance and I've been told I wrote a likable Vriska.
There's so many shenanigans: An illegal car race, blackmail, Halloween costumes, making out at parties, Karkat starting beef with Feferi because she wants to steal his man, Dave just trying to hold a part time job, Sollux being a sexy bastard, an all quadrant romance that would be illegal if this wasn't a Humanstuck fic
It's currently at 137k+ words and I update it regularly
Come give it a read!
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froggyworlds · 10 months
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confession au lore copy and pasted directly from discord
tw for suicide, body horror, and gore going forward but this isn't a fic
alternates have EXISTED for a very long time (since about the birth (and almost immediately after, death) of Christ), sure, but there weren't a lot of them at first. maybe like,,, ~10, 30 absolute tops. in all of existence.
and then technology came about. communication. transfer of information from one device to another. it was so much more efficient. and the false Gabriel liked that.
in a way, Cesar and Mark's deaths were kind of the catalyst. they weren't the first, and they certainly weren't the last, but they were... unique. the alternate that killed Cesar had been using a different method than its predecessors. flawed impersonations were too common, Gabriel wanted its creations to blend in perfectly.
so just after Cesar slit his own neck, as crimson sweetness spilled from his throat and bubbled past his lips, but before he was truly dead, the alternate consumed him first.
it swallowed up every memory and thought and crease of his features and everything that made Cesar Torres a person, and became that. except it wasn't really meant to do that- this was an experiment by Gabriel. it was making a gamble to see if this one even survived, and if it didn't, that meant something had to be changed.
but then it did survive. and stumbled a little, but held fast, and despite the void where insides should be and the emotions where void should be, the skin, the outer shell, was perfect.
and so it stood outside of Mark's door, and told him unspeakable things, and maybe. maybe took pity on the scared boy with a gun that had once been his friend but as now its prey.
Mark, he was strong-willed. he could've survived- would have survived, if he hadn't known. but he did, because it told him. it didn't sound like pity, it sounded like mockery, but it was pity all the same.
and Mark was angry.
so Mark let the door open and shot at it until he was almost out of ammo, and used his last bullet on himself.
and just one taste of that freshly-dead flesh, still burning with determination and ears ringing with the boy's last words (YOU FUCKING BASTARD!), sent the alternate reeling. half-assimilated, half-Mark and half-Cesar and half-something else (that doesn't make sense, you can't have three halves of a whole-), it- he didn't know what to do. what could he do, suddenly ridden with an emotion he'd never been designed to process?
guilt.
oh, so much guilt.
he's brought into custody a few days later, just a little while after Mark's body is found, but escapes pretty easily and. probably gives a few of the officers MAD (he doesn't know for sure and still feels bad abt it)
for a while he just. needs to Get Out. get out of Mandela County, get out of his situation, get out of everything. alternate report posters are appearing everywhere and some of them have Cesar's face on them (they're already outdated- he looks far more like Mark) and he's been doing his honest best to avoid suspicion but he really wants nothing, nothing, nothing to do with any of this and his head's a mess and it's awful.
and then he runs into Thatcher again.
at first he tries to get away because if anyone in this town is going to recognize him it's Thatcher and oh god he's so screwed-
but Thatcher... doesn't recognize him. guess the sunglasses and mustache work better than he thought. and instead he asks the guy his name, and there's a moment of panic and he throws out the most basic name he can think of: Dave Lee. because if things go right, they'll never see each other again and Thatcher won't know him long enough to question it.
Thatcher's still recovering from the loss of Ruth, and the words swarming and buzzing around his skull from the monster that lives in his closet, and has his own guilt and feeling of being responsible for Mark's death and recognizes that guilt in Dave. or maybe he's just projecting. but the other guy's out in the cold with a thin plaid jacket and so he takes him inside someplace and buys him some donuts and the two chat and they become friends.
Fucking hell, I just made friends with a cop.
and things are okay for a while. Dave gives up his plans to leave Mandela. he opens a tech shop because he knows a lot about it and he can't keep stealing shit whenever he needs anything and the fairly constant stream of customers and the emotions they have keep his appetite satiated and things are okay.
and then Thatcher starts getting threats from Sarah, and goes to Dave to ask for help cracking Mark's case, and he's dealing with so much and Dave can't say no. Dave knows that this is only helping the alternates. but if he explained WHY he knew that this was helping the alternates, then no one would ever trust him ever again, and he wouldn't blame them. so he does it. just... slowly.
and then he hires Evelin, and just like her namesake in Eden she's curious about things she shouldn't know, but it doesn't matter because she's like a niece to him and he cares about her.
and then the customers stop coming, and the FBI tell him to get rid of his CRT TV because it's illegal to have, and Thatcher can't help, and so he hides it in the back along with a prom suit that's too small and a handful of posters with Cesar Toress' face on them and a cassette called "confession" with audio on it that he recorded himself that sounds like nothing a human could ever reproduce.
and with less people around, there's less emotions to feed on, and god, he can't keep Evelin around. it's not fair to her. he'd much rather starve than hurt anyone ever again.
and she finds the tape, and plays it, and brings it to Thatcher, and they Know. and Dave remembers that night in December of 1992 when he begged forgiveness and it was even partially granted. and so he goes like a bug to a sticky trap to St. Gabriel's on a broken grey night and everything gets worse.
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YOUR POST ABOUT BAD BOY!DAVE MADE ME FERAL... LIKE IK THE SHELTERED GIRL TROPE IS OVER USES BUT IMAGINE HIM GUIDING YOU THROUGH YOUR FIRST ORGASM AND BEING SO GENTAL WITH YOU... HIM MOUTHING YOU FROM OUTSIDE YOUR PRETTY PINK PANTIES TO GET YOU READY FOR HIM 🫶🫶🤭🤭🤭 HIM TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY IS SO HOT TO ME I NEED HELP. 🙏🙏🙏
honestly i love bad boy!dave and im so so happy that a lot of you guys seem to like it too!! like i lowkey want to flesh out a whole au about it omg.
this scenario though!!! dave would fucking ruin you for anyone else. he wouldn't want anyone else to touch you, and by god he's gonna fuck you so good you'll be forced to marry him just for the sex alone lmao. he's so obsessed with you.
i imagine he'd have snuck into your bedroom through your window, like he always does because your parents hate him (which makes him want to stay with you for the rest of his life even more, as a "fuck you" to them). and the two of you are sharing kisses, until things get a little more heated. you're whining underneath him, although for what, you're not exactly sure. all you know is that you feel something in between your legs. honestly, it's something that you feel a lot whenever dave is around, but you're too embarrassed to say anything about it.
dave, however, always knows whenever he's made you wet. you start whining, getting a little antsy, maybe trying to press yourself to him, and he thinks it's adorable. especially because he can tell that you're unaware of your actions. usually, he can hold off, take care of himself in the bathroom once you fall asleep, but tonight, he decides to make you his. he starts kissing down your neck, and pushes his warm hands up your pajama top.
"can i show you somethin, baby?" he asks between kisses. he pulls away to look you in your eyes, and you nod gently. he grins wolfishly, and starts trailing kisses down your stomach, leading toward your heat. as he gets closer and closer, you begin to squirm even more.
"be a good girl and stay still for me." he whispers, stilling your hips with his hands. he leans down and plants a kiss in-between your legs, right on top of the bow on your pink panties.
"lemme make you feel good, yeah?" he says, and begins mouthing kisses over your clothed cunt. eventually, your panties are soaked through, a combination of your arousal and his spit covering the material. he's barely touched you yet, and you're a whining mess. your whining turns into full-on moaning when he drags your panties to the side, and slowly inserts a finger into your cunt as he continues mouthing at your now exposed clit.
your fingers card through his hair, bunching it up in your hands as you squeal and moan, and dave, despite loving your reactions, pulls away from you momentarily. before you can whine about the loss of contact, he takes off his jacket and places it over your mouth.
"don't wanna wake up dear old mom and dad, huh baby? what would they think of you like this? squealin', all 'cause my tongue's on your pussy." he smirks as you hide your embarrassed face in his jacket. the embarrassment soon fades away though, as he picks up where he left off, slowly stretching out your cunt on his fingers and lapping at your clit with his tongue. it doesn't take long for your tummy to start feeling... funny. its something you've never felt before.
"d-davie, i feel f-funny," you stutter, the weird feeling only intensifying. instead of slowing down, like you thought he would, dave instead only speeds up his actions, sucking your clit harder and plunging his fingers in deeper. before you know it, you're cumming hard on his face and fingers. your brain is all fuzzed out, and as you're coming down from your high, you feel dave's weight on top of you. you look up at him, and his face is flushed, his lips are pink and swollen, and he's almost out of breath himself.
"i wanna make you do that again, on my cock this time, okay pretty girl? think you can handle that for me?"
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stormcallart · 2 years
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In the villain au is Dave a villain too?
nah, he's still a good guy, still a scientist who creates support items for heroes... but runs into smite one night and patches him up in his apartment. Oh how smite loves a good boy. and the same could be said about dave with bad boys.
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adammurrays · 8 months
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can we hear anything about thatcher and dave in the mlaata au. or sarah or evelin :3
YOU ARE GETTING BOTH!!!
for thatcher and dave
important to note here is that thatcher isn't in hiding here. he's still a lieutenant for mcpd, performing his duty and whatnot. this might become useful for the cast later
as such, dave is still working with mcpd in retrieving vhs and etc
when the alternate activity spikes across the 4 counties (surprisingly the most in werksha, not mandela as everyone was used to at this point) thatcher volunteers to move towards the source of it all in hopes of solving the issue. he was met with a lot of pushback but he got his way in the end. he temporarily moves to werksha so that it would be easier to investigate the issue
thatcher ends up "babysitting" these two high schoolers most of the time though. they don't seem like bad kids (save for definitely smelling of weed sometimes) but they're bound to get into some trouble if they keep doing things they do... the blond one seems to have his own demons though, and thatcher can't help but feel bad for him. he sees a lot of himself in the kid
DAVE DOES NOT LIKE ADAM THAT MUCH LOL. he really cares for evelin and he can tell that boy means trouble. call him crazy but there's something more beneath that he keeps hidden...
thatcher and dave go camping together a lot :) i'm sure nothing is in the woods. hey let them bring adam along too! why not! that kid deserves it. they wonder why he was so tired and bruised after one night though
dave loses an eye at some point in the story ^_^ don't worry about it for now. maybe i'll talk about it some other time
sarah and evelin!!
sarah has a reputation - that being able to change students' grades to whatever they like. for payment, of course. adam and jonah believe she's going to offer that for free now that they're "coworkers". she's not
sarah is the one who actually got evelin the job at mandelatech! dave is her uncle, so she put a good word for her (i mean, it's not like dave wouldn't hire her either way)
oh yeah. sarah still absolutely hates thatcher for everything, but is completely unaware her uncle - one of the closest people in her life - is not only working alongside him but also on friendly terms with. this causes a bit of a rift later in the au
sarah and evelin actually become really good friends after they meet! admittedly sarah is looking out for evie because of adam LOL. evelin also looks out for sarah's troubles
evelin is surprisingly good at getting people to reveal a lot of information about themselves. not to mention she's great at spotting little details. the only one she could never crack fully was adam. and lately it's been getting even harder...
evelin is part of an art club at her school :)
sarah lights a more rebellious spark in evelin! the girlies go out on adventures! shoplift! trespass! discover horrifying alternate nests and burn them down to the ground to keep their loved ones safe! wait what was that last part?
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blueeyesatnight · 1 year
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2000 Follower Celebration!
HOWWWW??
I can't tell you guys how much I've enjoyed my Tumblr time. The fact that 2000 of you spend time here following along blows my mind.
So in celebration....
Matt Murdock and Duality -- “Concealer” NOW UP
Frankie Morales and Duality -- NOW UP “Second Chances”
1 of 2 Requests from randomly selected followers
1: Frankie and a shy-dom woman -- “Fantasies” NOW UP
2: Marcus Pike and the Misunderstanding/Fake Marriage by Proxy Story
Fic & Art Rec List 
Underneath the cut is the original announcement and the timeline of the voting, it makes the page super long so I put it under the Keep Reading break. You aren’t missing out on content, I just wanted to preserve that fun little thing.
--I would like to offer 2 new one shots with a theme of duality or "two"s for my 2000 follower celebration.
How will I decide which 2? You guys will vote! After the first round of voting we will re-vote bracket style until there's only 2 left.
ROUND 1:
Space Men: Mando vs Ezra WINNER: MANDO
Show Me Your Badge: Javier Peña vs Marcus Pike WINNER: JAVI P
Skills That Kill: Dave Vs Pero WINNER PERO
DILF VIP: Frankie Vs Oberyn WINNER FRANKIE
Action Movies and Movie Nights: Marcus Moreno Vs Javi G TOO CLOSE TO CALL, VOTING REMAINS OPEN
Everything is Bigger in Texas: Whiskey Vs Joel Miller TOO CLOSE TO CALL, VOTING REMAINS OPEN
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ROUND 2:
"I Don't Even Go Here" (the Non Pedro Boys!) -- WINNERS: Matt & Bucky
I Can Bring You In Hot...... (Mando Vs. Javi P) WINNER: Mando
Smells Bad and Is Hairy..... (Pero Vs Dieter) WINNER: Pero
The Ultimate Fluffernutter: Javi G Vs Frankie WINNER: Frankie
Whatcha Drinking? Whiskey Vs Max Phillips WINNER: Whiskey _______________________________________________________
ROUND 3/ The Final Round
Here are the proposed summaries of what I would write: 
Whiskey: a Prequel Fic, before he joins Statesmen through him deciding to turn tail
Pero: another prequel fic but one you dont expect-- pero was the hired guard of a queen he falls in love with and has an affair with (think 3 Musketeers-esque AU)
Frankie: Frankie's existential crisis on the birth of his son after 3 daughters. Yes folks-- Morales Flower Power Squad is BACK.
Mando: sent on a tough bounty Mando is in charge of bringing in identical twins, one is a murderer and one is not and when they agree to come in "warm" he gets a little compromised exploring his biases.
Matt Murdock: either Beauty in the Eye or...Matt learns to use makeup to cover up his bruises while blind. Its all the lies of living this way.
Bucky Barnes: a new installment of Emotional support android where he is worried about his old self and new self.
TWO OF THESE WILL HAPPEN. Personally I can’t wait.
VOTE HERE   I’ll leave it open all week :)
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---I will also be choosing 2 people at random to get open requests! These are my favorite part of every celebration and have led to some of the coolest pieces on here. I may also put out a "two" themed prompt list but given NaNo is starting soon I didn't want to overload myself.
---I would also like anyone interested in sharing 2 of their favorite: fics, creators, or art pieces with me I will share the recs! I'll make a masterlist for Recs too!
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aarlert · 7 months
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i love your fics sm. any tips for ppl learning to write? whats your process like?
ah!!! me??? shucks! thank you so much! i never feel like i am qualified at all to give tips or advice but because you so kindly asked, here are some things that i think guided me to a place i am happy with:
1. write things that you really want to write. not because you think other people want it or because you crave that sweet external validation—which, look. i do. we all do. all the time. it's nothing to be ashamed about. but if you're just starting out writing, try to get excited about it. have fun with it. seriously, the ride will be so much more enjoyable. write that ship, that trope, that AU, that brainworm that won't leave you alone. seize it. write it because goddamn it no one else will
2. read! read some good words and you will absorb good things. pay attention to what you like: phrasing, imagery, etc. borrow them and make them your own.
3. don't underestimate the value of solid grammar and punctuation. i know it's a pain in the ass, i KNOW, but trust me. making your writing look good, at least on a surface level, helps a lot. your writing is a special thing. polish it! it deserves it!
4. if you are comfortable with it, get your fic beta'd. we don't often notice our own mistakes. and showing your raw work to someone else can feel terrifying, believe me, i want to eat my fist every time. but a second pair of eyes is so valuable. ask a trusted friend—another writer, if you know one. someone who can lend you their expertise but also applaud you for your accomplishments.
5. here is a book i love: "Self-Editing for Fiction Writers, 2nd Edition" by Renni Browne and Dave King. i read it a few years ago and still think about the things i learned in it. every point in this book is a point of advice i'd give to anyone else
i hope any of this is useful!! none of this is like, revolutionary advice, but they will give you a good foundation. i also tried to share things that won't dictate you stylistically, because that can differ so much from person to person.
as for my process, OH BOY. do i even have much of a process.... i'll do my best to describe what i do. i'll also have some more points about what drives my own personal writing style, things that i don't necessarily think other people Should do, but serve as the backbone of how i write. under the read more!!! (why is this so long)
it's only in recent years that i've begun writing with any kind of consistency, so i'm kind of figuring out my process Right Now haha. the process varies depending on the length of the fic and the complexity of the idea. but here are the main points:
1. brainstorming: usually i open a google doc and feverishly jot down an idea when i have it. sometimes it's just a few lines. for bigger ideas, i'll outline the whole fic, which is mostly bulletpoints that vary in detail from "they go to this place and talk about their feelings" to full blown detailed written scenes that i can copy/paste wholesale into the fic draft lol. my ideas often spawn from a line of dialogue, an emotion, vague imagery. this is why none of my fics are plot heavy, i am simply incapable
2. drafting the fic: aka The Writing aka the longest and hardest part lol. sometimes it goes so smoothly the words come out of me like a waterfall. other times it's like juicing a rock. i usually write strictly in chronological order, otherwise i never finish. i'm terrible at going back to do the things i skipped because they were hard. in some places i will leave [brackets] to return to certain moments, like if i need to look up a word or figure out the blocking for a fight scene. it's important to maintain the writing flow if i'm in it, so those particular moments i might skip and come back. otherwise i am but a sculptor hacking away at the marble, hoping to find the story underneath
3. editing: tbh i rigorously self-edit as i write which... might be a bad thing but i can't help it. this is editing as in grammar, punctuation, sentence structure. i fuck around with sentence structure so much—flow is really important to me. just, how the words and sentences sound. i know that sounds like, obvious, but i just want the cadence of every paragraph to sound good. varying up sentence lengths, making sure words sound good together, etc. sometimes at this point i will also feel "hmm need more relationship building here" and add more scenes/dialogue
4. send it out for beta: aka the part where i hide under a rock and try not to delete everything i wrote out of fear. it's never as bad as i expect but i'm like this every time. more editing happens, because of course.
5. post the fic: the best part! except then i have to think of a title and summary! fuck!!!!! it's extremely rare that i have these prepared ahead of time. screw me. my titles come from all over the dang place, poetry, songs, etc. i'm trying to write more original titles, and when i do i usually keep them concise, like 1-3 words
so that's like. literally my process which is probably not at all interesting and maybe not what you were hoping to learn about, so some more things that are like, particular to How i write or at least what i think about when i'm writing:
less is more, when it comes to like 99% of things. if i can describe something in 1 word instead of 5 i will do it (unless it is more in-character to be more verbose)
i always write in very close 3rd person POV, so i'm always thinking really hard about how this character is thinking, what they can physically see/hear/feel etc (for example, a character is never thinking about the color of their own eyes. so i wouldn't say like 'cyno blinked his red eyes' if it's in cyno's POV. idk these are the things i think about. it just feels more immersive this way)
make the dialogue feel as natural as possible, while still maintaining control over it as like, a piece of fiction. i often read dialogue again while skipping the narration between lines, just to make sure it still flows naturally. obviously it's not gonna sound 1 to 1 like real life conversation, but at the very least i want readers to feel like they can hear the character's voices
convey emotions through tone, dialogue, and physical cues rather than trying to say it plainly in the narration (i don't do this 100% of the time, but it's a general rule of thumb)
describe the imagery that really matters—what's setting the scene and giving the desired mood? focus on those details instead of cramming the prose with as much description as possible
sometimes you don't need a metaphor. you can just describe the thing itself, and that hits just as hard
what does each character want in a given scene? what's motivating them? does it feel right to give them that thing now, or later?
that is probably too many commas, use a period for god's sake
again, these are just things that motivate my own writing, they're not necessarily things that i think everyone should take to heart. but if it is interesting/helpful for you, then by all means! run away with them! use them, change them, do with them as you see fit. the important thing is the writing. i believe in you! you can do it!!!
this...... is so long what da hell. my bad. i don't even know how this happened. but as you can see i do love talking about writing even though i feel like an imposter all the time. if you have any other questions i am happy to answer them!!! thank you!!!
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