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@cheerleader | tfln overflow

[beamer]

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I'll make sure it'll be the best night at the movies you have. [ he's still got that harrington charm sometimes, doesn't he? ]

Wouldn't dream of it.

[cheerleader]

The best night, huh? Just make sure you're trying to make it the best night at the movies you've ever had too. It wouldn't be any fun if you're too stressed the whole time to enjoy it.

@metalandhellfire | tfln overflow

[beamer]

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There's plenty fun to be had sober, man.
Or something.

I remember you saying something about Star Wars before you passed out on me.

[metalandhellfire]

I know that, man. I just figured that's what you wanted to do.

Star Wars is pretty rad.

@pocketscarf | everyone lives au eyyyyy

[beamer]

[ it's been months since the trip to the upside down, since vecna went up in flames and hawkins returned to normal. well, hawkins remained as oblivious and normal as it had been before.

it was just that they weren't worried about vecna any more, about the world ending for the fourth time since el stumbled into their lives. she's back in california now that the summer is winding down, gone out west with jonathan, nancy, jocye and hopper this time. everything since that spring break week has been a whirl wind, but things are finally falling into place.

steve's still working at family video with robin, the kids are heading back to school, and eddie's... eddie's a free man and kind of a staple in steve's life. they hang out more nights than not and while steve had been so jealous of the idea of eddie at first (and for a while had then thought eddie hated him), he's pleasantly surprised at how close they've become.

no one's stealing robin's best friend slot or anything but eddie's creeping up there. maybe not totally for best friend reasons. which leaves a mesh of panic and butterflies in his stomach as steve thinks about that, especially when eddie's so close to him.

the whole gang's in his living room, his parents are out of town again, and he's finally been convinced to create a character for eddie's upcoming campaign. steve's sat in on a few sessions, half paying attention, but eddie had managed to somehow pull him in a few times in an unofficial, tie-breaking decision capacity. eddie's sitting next to him on the couch, it's just the two of them, and the rest of the party's occupying the other seats or spread out on the floor.

Dustin and Lucas are arguing over spells, Steve thinks as he looks at the book in his lap that Eddie had handed him about ten minutes ago. ] Okay. I really don't get the difference between a Paladin and a Ranger? Can't you pick for me, man? [ Steve doesn't whine, he doesn't (he totally does), as he passes the book back toward Eddie. ]

[pocketscarf]

[ It's been a shitshow since Eddie came back from the Upside Down, recovering from his wounds and trying to recover from the reputation that stalks him just as painfully as the cuts did.

Somehow, Hopper - and it's fucking wild, being on good terms with the police chief - and whatever contacts he has with the world has managed to clear his name and Eddie is a free man, getting his classes done and dusted and finally walking across the stage. The middle finger had been up, his kids had cheered, and his uncle had cried; it had been one of the most freeing experiences of his young life but he is beyond glad to see the back of it.

Now he's holed up in the Harrington house, abandoned by the guy's parents and suddenly occupied by more kids than the old guys could probably imagine. He's settled on the sofa, legs crossed up under his legs as he flicks through his pages, trying to decide the best route that he wants to go down. Now that they have a handful more members he wants to make it a good campaign, and the knowledge that Steve is going to be joining them... He wants to make it the best he can get it to be.

He wants to impress Steve, and that notion makes something warm and nervous bubble inside of him. He wants to please Steve, wants him to enjoy himself, and when the other guy speaks he looks over. ]

You're kidding me, right? [ Eddie laughs aloud, reaching over and flicking the character sheet before he throws his head back to laugh. ] A paladin gets his magic from a God, y'know, from belief and worship. A ranger has innate power and doesn't rely on their faith. It depends if you want to be more strong and protective or a bit sneaky and hunter like. Your poison, dude.

@pocketscarf | tfln overflow

[beamer]

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Are you gonna be my sidekick on the journey?

im so proud

[pocketscarf]

I'll be the guide, man.

@otherbitches | tfln 7.15 overflow

[beamer]

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i'm still drinking spiked coffee so how am i a quitter?

sure, man. don't worry. maybe you'll work up to being my bestie too, hargrove.

Re: @otherbitches | tfln 7.15 overflow

[otherbitches]

go big or go home, you know
i guess youre already home

are you a pre-teen girl, harrington?

@munson | tfln 7.22 overflow

[beamer]

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how often was it a good guy?

[shreddie]

uh probably 50/50

sick nasty.

[metallick]

( it's doesn't take a long time for them to figure out how long eddie can go without blood. it's a little — embarrassing, to be honest. there's a very thin line between satiated and starved, and once he crosses it he's like a feral beast, seeking out animals to eat, or grabbing the nearest person and mouthing at their neck.

it leads to a lot of awkward tension between him and nancy wheeler, who is probably the worst person he could've taken a little munch out of other than any of the kids. it leads to steve harrington saying that's it, and offering to be his, for lack of a better term, refillable caprisun for the time being. eddie offers to just eat a squirrel every now and then to fend off the hunger pains, but dustin quickly informs him that's disgusting, dude and they make do.

anyway, steve tastes a lot better than a squirrel. and, as they've learned, humans keep him full up for longer.

it's feeding time now, and eddie has steve pressed against a bathroom wall in the wheeler's household — their current base of operations. the crew clears out when he feeds because the sounds can get ... troubling, to say the least. shockingly gentle, eddie strokes a finger against the two healed over points of entry on steve's neck, the skin all around bruised to purpling by the force of eddie's fangs.

he frowns, picking at the scab. the flesh is tender here, and a little bitter. he wonders how hard it would be to convince steve to let him bite at his wrists, or his thighs. )

Does it hurt? ( he leans back to look at steve. the scab is cleared out of the way now, and a small drop of blood bubbles to the surface. eddie smudges it with his thumb, bringing his hand back to lick at. ) I think I could make it feel good. Try to, at least.

glorious tho 🥲

[beamer]

I wouldn't say it hurts... [ he wonders if eddie's new weird vampire powers do anything else. if he can tell when steve's lying or something now. not that he's lying.

it doesn't hurt. well, no, it hurts but it doesn't only hurt. the pain comes with a hint of something else that steve could name but really doesn't want to when this is about dinner for eddie. so he spends what is dubbed as 'feeding time' with his hands on eddie's shoulders, telling himself he'll push eddie away if he goes too far, while listening to eddie moan over his meal and trying to think about horrible things like wrinkly old women so he doesn't chub up or blow a load in his jeans while serving as glorified snack.

steve's not sure how his life came to this.

he would laugh because eddie munson came back from the upside down a vampire, while steve's been coming back with more scars and trauma than he can count? where are his super powers? it can't be the babysitting thing. but he's not focused on that right now.

eddie's got him pressed against the wall and steve's kinda reminded of him holding a broken bottle to his neck. except this time he's inviting eddie to break skin, head tilted to the side and not shaking from dread. his hands rest on eddie's shoulders because they do have an arrangement here, one where he's supposed to shove eddie off. which is good in theory but each time they're done, steve kinda feels like he could just melt into a little puddle of goop on the floor already from a little rough necking.

so no. it doesn't hurt. he shudders as eddie picks the scar away, watches him lick his thumb. steve's had some time to recognize there are certain boys that do it for him. if there's anything else he can thank billy hargrove for, other than saving el, it's that. ]

What do you mean make it feel good? [ a little incredulous, there, isn't he? which might give him away. steve's not sure how it can feel better to have eddie mouthing at his neck than he already does. it's probably not a good idea to find out. ] Um. I mean.. if you can...?

@thefreak

[beamer]

[ x ]

I was going to say something there and I can't remember what. Ugh. Why is your weed so strong?

Oh. Uh. I'd have to try to stay awake then.
Do you do voices? [ he's still really high here so like, that's pretty cute? is it ok to think it's cute??? ]

Intentionally even.

thank you for this!!

[thefreak]

Because I have to make money somehow and weak weed would get me nowhere.

With me reading? Yeah, I don't think you'll have trouble staying awake.
And what kind of heathen do you take me for? Of course I do voices! [ because Eddie does nothing half-assed, of course. ]

You have, you have, I just think it's adorable riling you up like this.

~gygaxed | 5.8 tfln overflow

[beamer]

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I was King Steve for a reason.

I'm hurrying!
Except, where am I hurrying to exactly? Your place? Quarry?

[gygaxed]

quarry. booze just tastes better in the great outdoors

~otherbitches | 5.8 tfln overflow

[beamer]

x

Wow, you asshole.
and here I thought we were cool.

Thanks for keeping me out of the wrong kind of bush, I guess.
Looks like you can be a real one.

[otherbitches]

you already knew that.
hows the car running?

more importantly
hows your head? you puke your guts out too?

:eyes: nsfw

[pocketscarf]

( ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR )

@thefreak | tfln cont'd

[beamer]

[ from here ]

Wow. You're lucky I don't have a big ego or anything anymore.

Only if you get to see me in them and it's pretty cold out right now. You're going to have to find a way to convince me to wear them. [ which will be like stealing candy from a baby... ]

[thefreak]

Let's be honest, I would be so terrible for your ego. Or incredibly good for it, depending on the perspective.

Hmm you do have a good point. You sure you don't want an excuse for me to warm you up while you wear them?

@thefreak | first date

[beamer]

( technically, it's not their first date. it's their first official date. if you don't count any of the times one of them was trying to do a date-like thing to see if the other one of them would notice.

thinking back on it, steve's not sure how he missed some of it.

actually, he knows how.

robin knows how too because she has had to deal with him both lament that eddie couldn't possibly be into him and then lament about how can he be a better boyfriend to eddie when he sucks at being a boyfriend anyway? see prior evidence??? there's a huge difference between being two guys who like each other and dating. not that steve has experience with dating a guy.

but he figures he does have experience with eddie. so a valentine's date with eddie shouldn't be a problem. they're going to steve's favorite diner which has a pretty cool surprise spot behind it that steve wants to take eddie. it'll be fine. it will. except. this is their first date (they haven't even kissed because they're taking things slow? rip robin's ears also) and it's valentine's day (technically, it's the day before valentine's day because they have to be careful and also because steve couldn't get valentine's day off. keith is a tyrant, honestly.)

steve smoothes his hands over his jean-clad knees and pushes himself to hop out of the beemer, which has been parked in front of eddie's trailer probably way too long to not have been noticed. he does have flowers in the passenger's seat but he's not sure if to take them for a second but, hey, it's their first date and it's valentine's day. and flowers are a thing.

so steve grabs them, slams the car door and runs up the stairs to knock on the front door with the hopes that eddie hasn't been watching him this whole time. )

[thefreak]

[ the one drawback to living in such a small town in indiana is that it's a little bit difficult to go on dates, period. one has to be very discreet to keep themselves safe in a world where people already hated eddie's guts enough for apparently being the spawn of satan, or whatever bullshit they've been preaching these days, now that his name has been cleared of having anything to do with the creel murders.

under any normal circumstances, eddie wouldn't give two shits about valentine's day. but this is a momentous occasion, being his first serious boyfriend that he's still with on the dreaded corporate nightmare of a day, and steve has been excitedly planning this, and okay, maybe some of that excitement has rubbed off on him.

it has clearly rubbed off enough for eddie to put a hell of a lot of work into his appearance for this date. his hair is pulled back, revealing a tattoo that's normally hidden just underneath his earlobe of a music note, and while he is wearing a band t-shirt, his usual affinity for denim has been replaced with one of gareth's flannels, a dark grey one that is maybe a little bit on the baggy side on him, so he has the sleeves rolled up just a little bit. and by some miracle, he's managed to find the one pair of jeans that don't have holes in them.

when he answers the door, he puts on a scrutinizing face and pokes his head out the door. ] We don't want any. [ and playfully shuts it in steve's face, counts to five before opening it again and flashing him a wolfish grin. ] Darling, you made it.

[ sitting on the counter in the kitchen, if steve were to look past eddie's shoulder, is a small present wrapped in red wrapping paper, which eddie quickly grabs and shoves it towards steve. ] I know we said we weren't really gonna do expensive presents or anything but, I didn't spend money on this so it totally counts okay.

🚨📢 nsfw nsfw nsfw 📢 🚨

[metallick]

( it would probably be a lot easier if eddie could say he had no idea how it got to this point, but in truth, he knows every single half step they've ever taken in the daddy, fill me up direction. meeting steve harrington was little more than the fluke at first, after being invited to the campus frat house's welcome freshman bash of the new school year for specific drug connections. it's not like there's an exclusivity to those things — anyone off the street could and did wander in, which is how the resident metalhead and the resident golden basketball star managed to be stuck in the same room together without it being weird. after that, going to the frat's parties seemed actually fun. he'd get to poke at steve a little and watch his cheeks get flushed on cheap beer and close proximity, and probably end the night in a shouting match with him over star wars. one party it was one shot of cheap whiskey too many, which eddie could taste once his tongue was inexorably down steve's throat. the rest, as they say, is history.

he isn't sure anyone would be surprised to hear that steve is a dream in bed, but they might be shocked to know he's a little cockslut with an equal penchant for humiliation and praise. eddie was shocked — in a giddy, delighted sort of way. the writer in him has never outgrown an elementary love for tropes, equal in parts to his love for a twist, unseen ending. jocky steve harrington, with girls fawning over him all over campus and guys pining after him in that jealous/admiring dudebro way of theirs, who gets down on his knees behind closed doors and begs for rocker daddy's cock? yeah, eddie loves that shit. loves it enough to be obsessed with it, fucking steve whenever their schedules allow it, which is quite often. eddie just can't get enough.

it's like that today — eddie heading to the frat house where he's an oddly familiar sight, passing up leisurely to steve's room on the second floor. he helps himself in, only to find steve checking himself out in his mirror, which is charming enough to eddie that he almost doesn't roll his eyes at all, coming up behind him and laying ringed fingers flat on his torso. his nose tilts, pressing against the bit of neck behind his ear — but his reflection in the mirror shows off a merry jester, eddie grinning in anticipation. )

Heya, babygirl. Looking at something pretty? ( he bites at his lobe, sliding hands up under steve's shirt to feel him up. only — he encounters lace where there would be skin otherwise. surprised, eddie twitches back slightly, eyebrows going up high on his forehead. ) What's this? Did you buy something pretty?

( stepping back, he gives steve a firm swat on the ass. )

I wanna see, show me.

[beamer]

( the thing about steve harrington is he is confident about a few very specific things in his life (not his grades or his future, sure, but there are things!) he's got a great free throw, he's like a fish in water, he's got great hair, and he's great in bed. steve's not ashamed of it, not trying to hide that he loves sex and everything involved. so he's a bit of a slut? so what? so far, no one's complained about the harrington treatment. the ladies love him. and while he's not super experienced with dudes, a few guys on high high school swim team can attest that steve's fun to mess around with and gives good head. a few guys in the frat, too.

steve's always been open to trying new things, never shoots anything down without giving it a go first.

that is to say that steve's not really surprised that he and eddie ended up a thing or that within a few hookups, eddie had pulled out handcuffs and steve had nodded so enthusiastically that he'd nearly hurt himself. steve's aware he's got daddy issues so he'd never thought he'd be into it but that night calling eddie 'daddy' had felt like the safest thing in the world. the rest was, as they say, history.

steve's learned a lot about himself. sure he'd always like when his partners got a little rougher, when the girls dug their nails into his scalp as he ate them out. the first time nancy wheeler had told him he could do better, he'd nearly creamed his pants. yeah. okay, that happened. but eddie's unlocked a new sort of beast in him, one that wants to be good for him as much as he wants to see how far he can push his boyfriend and learn what he can get away with.

today their schedules have aligned and steve wants to push those limits, even if they haven't talked about playing. they normally end up messing around when they hang out, sure, but sometimes eddie likes to schedule play dates as if steve's not a sure thing every time. it's frustrating, gets steve all worked up when eddie swats his hands away because it's not time as if they both can barely keep their hands off of each other. but steve loves that too, probably too much.

he's pretty sure he was the one that first brought up the lingerie, but he's not sure. eddie gets him to confess a lot of things he probably wouldn't otherwise, when he's stretched on eddie's dick and babbling, begging for more. now steve's got a collection he adds to occasionally. it's full of soft, lacy things he wears hidden under his jeans or sweats.

when eddie slips into the room, steve's trying to tell if the polo he's got on hides that he's upped the ante a little. that it's not just panties underneath the grey sweats he's wearing, but a matching little lace bralette underneath the hoosier's jersey. it's red and black, eddie's favorite colors. and steve is pretty sure eddie will clock him immediately, is surprised when he doesn't. ) Hi.

( he leans into eddie, flushes because eddie doesn't miss a beat with 'babygirl' and 'pretty'. that always gets steve going, always has him wanting to preen and also squirm a little. eddie's hands are hot on his skin, the rings cold, but they always feel so good as they creep up and-- steve tries not to smirk in the mirror but he does, even if he schools it into a shier smile a moment later. he can be daddy's babygirl. ) Uh huh, something really nice. Got it just for you, Daddy.

But you're late, so I don't think you get to see. ( instead of doing what he should, what eddie wants, he crosses his arms over his chest and looks at him in the mirror with a defiant little glint in his eyes. )