propaganda:
❌️ "Philip is a coward and a bitch"
✅️ "Philip IS a coward and a bitch and this is why I want to smash him. Pathetic whimpering mess of a man"
❌️ "Philip, the kind of guy to assume you're cheating on him with someone else whenever you're not in line of sight, unless I'm here for just a one-and-done...Hell, even if it's just one night I do not want to deal with that kind of baggage. Pass."
❓"philip guy here! smashing philip would be a good idea if it's a one-and-done-and-he'll-cease-existing, dude's pretty hot (heh), but under ANY circumstance wherein he continues existing? bad idea. my man has ALL of the issues, he's gonna be obsessive and think that you two have WAYYY more going on than you really do. he's clearly working through some toxic masculinity stuff and I wouldn't want to smash him during his particular flavor of it. he'd be controlling and envious whether it's a one-night-stand or a relationship, and he'd make himself out to be the victim in scenarios wherein he clearly wrongs you. he's attractive, but a total red flag."
❌️ "Pussy can not fix this man"
✅️"estrogen would've saved her"
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From Alibi to Reality
A little something different, I hope you guys like it! Title brought to you by @nburkhardt. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!
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Steve knew he was going to act as Eddie’s beard for the cops and the town. That was a no-brainer, it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. He discussed it with Hopper, the kids, and Robin. Everyone determined that the shock factor of Steve “The Hair” Harrington dating the town freak was the only thing that was going to change Powell’s mind and make him drop the charges. The thing no one could agree on was how to broach the subject.
Dustin thought that telling the police directly would be the best way, Robin thought they should build up to the declaration, and Nancy thought it was a stupid idea because no one would believe that lady-killer Steve Harrington was into a guy (little did she know). Regardless, all of his friends thought talking was the best course to take.
But Steve was a man of action, not words. All of the Party’s plans involved discussing their “relationship” like civilized adults. The problem was though, they weren’t talking to civilized adults. They were talking to his brother, a known dumbass, and the new Chief of Police that wanted to hunt down a bunch of kids because Jason fucking Carver told him to.
So he was going to handle this the way he handled every shitty situation thrown his way. He was going to wing it. It had worked for him thus far and it hadn’t failed him yet. So, for the rest of the Party’s meeting, Steve zoned out. He thought about how fucked he was going to be when his parents found out about this, how much shit he’d have to take from the rest of the town, and how ostracised he’d be. But it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name.
Eddie had jumped into the lake after him and saved his life before protecting Dustin from demobats. He was a part of the Party now and Steve would do anything to protect the Party. So, he was fine with ruining his reputation and probably being disowned by his parents for tainting the Harrington name. As long as Eddie was okay in the end, nothing else mattered.
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They neglected to tell Eddie the plan. He hadn’t seen any of the Party members since the police realized he was being treated at the hospital and barred anyone from seeing him until they questioned him. He was just minding his own business, ignoring the two doofus cops trying to question him, and looking forward to whatever the Party came up with to clear his name. Eddie wasn’t sure if whatever their plan was was going to work or even if they meant what they’d said. However, he had hope. Mostly because the only other option would be joining his dad in a cell for murders he didn’t even commit.
That’s when it happened. Steve stormed into his hospital room with a flourish, slamming the door against the wall and scaring the two cops.
Eddie watched as the tall one’s eyes narrowed, “Steve, you better have a good explanation for this one-“
He didn’t pay attention to what else was said. One minute, he was looking at an angry Harrington walking into his room and the next, said Harrington was kissing him. On the lips!
Mother of fuck, Eddie had died and gone to heaven because all of his dreams were coming true. He didn’t know what Steve was playing at but Eddie wasn’t complaining. He just slipped his eyes closed and kissed him back with equal fervor.
He was pulled from their passionate kissing by a loud, “Son of a bitch, Steve! The murderer?! What the fuck? I thought your taste was bad when you were dating the priss but now this? Jesus Fuck, bro!”
“Officer Callahan, please maintain your composure.”
“My composure?!” His voice was shrill as he shrieked in his own defense. “Powell, my brother is macking on fucking Munson! What the fuck? How am I supposed to maintain my composure?!”
Eddie pulled away from Steve, “your brother is Officer Callahan?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that not come up when you were defiling my baby brother?!” Callahan yelled at him, waving his hands in the air maniacally.
“No, actually. It didn’t,” Eddie told him.
Callahan let out a sound of frustration before pointing at Steve, letting out another frustrated noise, and stalking out. Steve and Eddie turned to Powell who just looked tired.
“I assume this is why you wouldn’t tell us your alibi for the night of the murder, Munson?” He sighed.
“That’s right, there was no way in hell I was going to out my boyfriend. Apparently he does it himself though,” Eddie gave Steve the side eye. Why had he chosen to do this? He’d known the guy for like two weeks and he was just throwing his life away to protect Eddie. What the hell?
Powell turned to Steve, “is that true? Mr. Munson was with you the night that Chrissy Cunningham was murdered?”
“That’s right. We were watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Alien before going to bed. He stayed the whole night laying in bed next to me, there’s no way he could’ve murdered anybody,” Steve nodded.
Powell just shook his head at them, “fine, Munson. I’m clearing you but don’t leave town.”
“I won’t sir, thank you for doing your due diligence. It was at my expense but still, thanks,” Eddie said sarcastically.
He shot them one last disbelieving look before following his partner. Then all that was left was Eddie and Steve.
Eddie whipped his head around to Steve. “Now what the hell was that?!”
“Hey! Don’t talk to your boyfriend that way!”
“Seriously Steve-”
“Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t kiss me again in the next twenty seconds, I’ll go get Powell and tell him I changed my mind,” Steve threatened him with narrowed eyes.
How was Eddie supposed to refuse him after that?
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Trick or treat🎃
Ahh!! Hello friend, and thank you! I come here offering you what I call “KimChay Bleak Office AU,” which is really just a spin on Old Fashion Cupcake. :)
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When they leave the cafe, Kim feels around his pockets. “I need a smoke,” he murmurs.
“Didn’t I tell you that those will kill you?”
“You did,” Kim says, fishing out the packet and zippo from his jacket pocket. “I just like it too much.”
Before Kim can light up, Chay says, “For every week you don’t smoke, I’ll cook you your favorite meal.”
Kim laughs. “What? No way. I can’t quit like that.”
“Fine. You can use one of those pens.”
“Pens? You mean a vape?”
“Yeah, like the nicotine version or a patch. Use one of those for a week, and I’ll cook you whatever meal you want.”
“Every day?”
“I said your favorite meal.”
Kim hums to himself before sticking out his hand. “Alright. Deal.”
Chay shakes it, but not without narrowing his eyes first. “Better not catch you smelling like smoke.”
Kim pockets his zippo. “You won’t.”
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