we drive out a little ways and park on the shoulder underneath towering spruce trees on a foggy early morning, burned coffee and donuts from the 7-11, hotboxing in your shitty old hatchback with my legs across your lap in the backseat. death cab’s transatlanticism on the bluetooth speaker in the cup holder cause your radio’s been broken for years. i tilt your face to mine and shotgun the smoke into your mouth, and we start making out sloppy and slow and i almost forget the joint is still in my hand. your hands are all over me, the car windows match the fog outside, you strip me naked then give me your hoodie so i don’t get cold, and we fuck sleepy and stoned and soft until the sun burns the fog away
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can't you hear that scratching (it can hear you)
baby's first microfic! im actually really proud and happy with this one
@steddiemicrofic october prompt: suck | wc: 480 | cw: none
"Babe, are you ready yet? Robin's already at the Wheeler's and we still gotta stop at the store for candy." Steve stands in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get his hair slicked back just right, before securing Eddie's folded bandana around his forehead and finishing the look with a white construction hat.
"I think the Sinclair's are gonna do like a joint thing? I don't know, Nancy has the details, but we're setting up tables in the front yard." Steve waits for a reply, but frowns when he's met with silence. "Eds?"
He walks into their bedroom to find it empty, Eddie nowhere in sight. "Babe?" He checks the guest rooms, downstairs, the kitchen. Steve looks out the window over the sink and sighs when he sees Eddie's van gone.
"Asshole," he mutters to himself. "Could've told me he was going ahead." He checks himself in the mirror by the door and smooths down his fake mustache before grabbing his keys and throwing his jacket on.
He unlocks the Beemer and tries to ignore the feeling of eyes on him.
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Maple Street is already packed with kids by the time he gets there. He pulls into the Wheeler's driveway and is even more confused when he doesn't see the van. Nobody at the house as seen him, either, and Steve pushes down his worry as he helps Karen and Sue stock the candy bowls.
As the night progresses, there's still no sign of Eddie. The kids come by a couple times but they haven't seen him either. Steve sneaks around the back of the house for a smoke when it gets closer to curfew. What if something happened to him on the way? He takes a nervous drag and a flash in the woods catches his attention. Immediately, he's on alert, eyes scanning the treeline.
It happens again. Against his better judgement, he investigates.
Leaves crunch under his shoes the further into the woods he gets. The hair on the back of his neck stands up, the feeling from earlier back. His stomach drops and his hands shake, cold washing over him as his eyes dart across the darkness.
He's being hunted.
He keeps his breathing under control but there's a swoosh from above and Steve suddenly finds himself face down in the dirt before he can scream. He thrashes and tries to knock whatever it is off him, desperately grasping at the dirt. Then, there's a hand on the back of his head and low, familiar chuckling in his ear.
"Looks like I win."
Steve's body goes limp with a muffled groan. The hand on his head disappears and he rolls over to see the smug grin on his boyfriend's face. Eddie's eyes flash red in the darkness and his grin turns feral, like the predator he is.
"Whadda'ya say, Stevie? Gonna let me suck your blood?"
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☆ Reminder to all self-shippers that if you are in an unsafe or dangerous situation, your f/os would do anything to help save you from it.
I know all too well how hard it is to live in conditions that aren't livable, this might range between a plethora of things, but know that if they could, your f/os would 100% save you from your situation. For now they can offer you comfort and unconditional love until you find your way, but just know if they could pull you out of your world/home and take you to somewhere much safer and kinder to you, they would. They'd do anything for you.
And an extra reminder that your f/os love you all, truly. No matter what.
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promo mei ?!
- hi, i'm mei, i'm 19 and a selfshipper ☆
- i have 1 f/o who i love to pieces ; not comfy revealing or sharing but i wont interact if we do ! < 3
- i write and am really silly and chill overall ^__^
- i would love 2 be ur friend !! :D
carrd here ! proship/comship dni
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