The Crawl, ep.3
A Sf!Steve, Kas!Eddie 🧵
The fingers in his hair clench and it’s one of the sweetest pains Eddie’s ever felt. The startled and breathy ‘oh fuck’ whispered aloud is music to his ears.
His tongue is rough, swirling the dense pelt of hair on Steve’s chest,🪡
The Crawl, ep 2
A SF!Steve, Kas!Eddie 🧵
Blood.
Sweet, hot, think blood fills his mouth and the screaming, the maelstrom inside quiets. All he knows now is the steady beat of the heart pumping against his frozen chest, the heat of his prey quelling claws🪡
Bad vibes
TW: ftm trans Eddie, edging
Crashing spectacularly into his room should have been the first clue that things were going to go awry. He had lived in the trailer long enough to know the walkway backwards, forwards, upside down and blind. Eddie had always been 🪡
The Crawl
A SF!Steve, Kaz!Eddie 🧵
At 40, Steve didn’t think he would be back at Hawkins, let alone at Hopper’s cabin, and yet here he was. Staring at the one man he never thought he’d see ever again.
Eddie Munson.
@GatorThots
As someone who bellydances, we don’t even need to be high in order to show off lol
Seriously, the best way to really feel like a bad bitch is diving into that. So much fun and changes the way you hold your body. It’s amazing
The Crawl, ep 2
A SF!Steve, Kas!Eddie 🧵
Blood.
Sweet, hot, think blood fills his mouth and the screaming, the maelstrom inside quiets. All he knows now is the steady beat of the heart pumping against his frozen chest, the heat of his prey quelling claws🪡
The Crawl
A SF!Steve, Kaz!Eddie 🧵
At 40, Steve didn’t think he would be back at Hawkins, let alone at Hopper’s cabin, and yet here he was. Staring at the one man he never thought he’d see ever again.
Eddie Munson.
@munsonsduchess
“-Then of course in the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrix Supplicants, they chose a new form for him, that of a gaint Slor! Many Shrubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the he-depths of the Slor that day I can tell you."
Steve tugs him away snickering
@andalways7
Eddie: “wayne, how could you look at this lil guy and think he’s a demon?? He’s the epitome of adorability.”
Wayne: “that thing creeps me the hell out, kid.”
Kas!Eddie rolled around in Steve’s tub after his spa night. Choices were made, Robin can’t stop laughing but Steve think he looks fabulous and that’s all Kas needs.
@beetlescanwrite
Eddie: *joking* why you looking at me like that stepbro?
Steve: *completely serious* think you can bend like that chick there? Wanna try something…
They’re not even dating yet
<Big Boy>: Hey um…did you mean to message me that last night? Since when do you talk in the third person? Lol
Eddie’s brows furrowed as he scrolled up to see what Steve was talking about and oh. Oh no.
Drunk Eddie was such an asshole.
Hammy Steeb gets the whole loveseat to hisself to eat his carrots and Wayne can’t do nothing about it. They stare each other down from across the room, Wayne is waiting for him to do something weird and Steeb thinks Wayne is gonna steal his carrot
@rebelspykatie
Eating pizza in the dark corner while everyone watches a movie and Steve witnesses eddie picking crumbs of crust off of his chest cause he’s so hungry. There’s a piece of cardboard amongst the crust. He eats it. Sad muppet face. Steve pulls him into their room absolutely feral.
Steve feels the claws run through his hair and he has no time to breathe as he feels dry lips brushing his ear, “you shouldn’t.”
“Ed-“
His voice is cut short as the feel of razor sharp fangs pierce his neck.
@munsonsduchess
He even follows them when they try to walk away and low key Steve can’t decide if it’s because Eddie just genuinely doesn’t realize he’s weirding them out or if it’s intentional
Kas!Eddie has stolen Wayne’s chair. he and Wayne stare each other down while Dustin makes the western shoot out music, Max tosses a balled up piece of paper across the room as if it were a rolling tumbleweed, hoping it catches Kas’ attention.
It does not. Wayne sits on him.
@andalways7
His mom is Italian and ✨insists✨ on feeding Eddie everytime he comes over bc “oh honey you’re skin and bones! You must be starving!” And Eddie doesn’t have the heart to say no bc she reminds him of his mom. He has his own personal Garfield placemat that Steve’s dad drew himself
@eiddets
I see that and I raise you: emt eddie and sports/outdoorsy Steve. Std is helping Hopper rebuild his cabin om and fell through the roof. Eddie is just trying to help the cute handyman and Steve is already planning their wedding (he has a severe concussion.again.)
Hey fandom writers:
Please know your words are so valid and loved. If the stats don’t reflect it, those are just numbers. They mean nothing. The feelings you invoke inside are real though, and they mean everything. You have no idea how you change someone even if its fic.
@rebelspykatie
It’s like Eddie being a human cat goblin wet rat raccoon cryptic creatures elicits a Pavlov response in Steve. Robin’s taking notes like David Attenborough
He hadn’t changed a day, though he looked a bit worse for wear at the moment. He’d always been lean, hungry. This went beyond thin, Eddie looked as if a stiff wind from the thunderstorm that raged outside would knock him down. His spidery fingers gripped the windowsill 🪡
And blood.
“I couldn’t sleep, knowing that you were out here all alone.”
The Eddie creature flashes his teeth in a sort of macabre smile, whispering, “My hero…”
Something about the way he says it sends a chill of dread down Steve’s back. But he promised he would help, 🪡
Setting aside the fact that he’s probably Hopper’s age when this all started.
May he rest in peace.
‘Full circle,’ he thinks to himself. Out loud he takes a deep breath, the air inside stuffy and filled with the scent of petrichor from the open window, mustiness, 🪡
🪡 making it creak, letting Steve know he was aware that the- man, creature?- was no longer alone.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” his voice was raspy from disuse, slurring a little as if he wasn’t used to speaking or like he had something in his mouth making it hard to talk.🪡
@rebelspykatie
Wayne takes to walking more because dear god when those two boys shuffle down the hall it’s only a matter of time before the bedroom door slams shut and no amount of Metallica or Judas Priest will drown out what they’re doing and he don’t need to get any grayer.
He shakes his head, still unused to talking with his fangs still descended, “Missed a spot.”
“Where-“
He wants to laugh at the startled gasp Steve lets out but his mouth is occupied with the smeared river of blood remaining on his chest.
TBC….
“I know,” Steve says it firmly as he folds his arms, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom as if this were a normal Sunday and not the craziest day of his life.
He almost didn’t believe Dustin when he called, until Jane got on the line and vouched for him. 🪡
“And if I kill you?”
“I know you won’t. I trust you.”
And he does. He trusted him the moment there was a bottle at his neck and fierce eyes pinning him to the wall of the boathouse all those years ago.
He trusted him even as he sliced at his neck just moments before,🪡
“Not. Eddie.”
Steve’s caged in, not-Eddie’s arms on either side of his head, clinging to the wall and Steve realizes that he can’t see his *feet*. He has the crazy thought of spider monkeys before realizing as the creature in front of him bares his teeth that *none* of this🪡
able to traverse the path from the living room to his bed without any problems at all. So for tonight of all nights to have this much difficulty should have told him that sleep was essential and he should probably just pass out and wait for the morning hangover. 🪡
He drove all the way from Chicago, cursing himself the entire way because wasn’t this shit exactly why he left in the first place? At Dustin’s behest no less? So stressed that he threw himself into a heart attack at 28.
He was getting too old for this. 🪡
Waking up early is dumb (A Twitter 🧵 )
Eddie hated waking up early, call it insomnia, too many video games or talking to his friends but either way- it made waking up in the early morning before the fog had a chance to lift pretty difficult.
Why so early? Kids. Two, in fact.
@brettgelman
So with your math that means Palestine shouldn’t exist, because the Israelis are bombing schools, hospitals, everything. Systematic destruction of an entire people IS WAR and that’s what’s happening. Clearly your bosses don’t like the impact of your stance. Be better
Dark murky blood.
He feels cold fingers slide down the curve of his jaw, down his neck before a warm, wet sensation lines down to his chest. His head is turning by an irresistible grip, and his face is kissed by the creature’s soft curls.🪡
@rebelspykatie
Eddie cackling the whole way and spanking Steve’s ass with a fly swagger as they go. Steve ends up buying Joyce a new one, completely beet red. Eddie is unrepentant, hopper goes to find eye bleach fantasizing about Russia and how he didn’t have to deal with this.
Nice that he could somehow read his thoughts.
“You’re staring.” Eddie’s voice sounds like wet gravel, almost hissing.
“Look, Eddie-“
Before Steve can finish the sentence he feels a breeze before his vision is filled with the sight of Eddie’s gaunt, blood streaked face.🪡
Their eyes catch and suddenly Steve is just.
Frozen.
He can’t move.
There’s something…wrong with his eyes. No longer warm, chocolate brown, not the big doe eyes that Steve has dreamed about since the day they lost him.
No, these were sheened with red,🪡
Is funny.
Steve blames the several concussions he’s over the course of his life for this.
Fearing that he’s pissed the supernatural creature off, he raises his hands in surrender, “hey okay, that’s fine. Just- you look like you need some help. Can I-”🪡
He can’t go back on his word. Steve still blames himself to this day for Eddie’s death. And if this is their Eddie, then Steve owes it to him to help.
He needs it. Not only was he thin, he was shaking, the shaking almost imperceptible to the human eye if it wasn’t 🪡
He feels the feather light touch of lips on his skin before an inhuman shriek and Steve is left shaking in the doorway. There’s a crumpled void in the far corner of the room and Steve is trying his best to process what the fuck just happened.
His hand goes to his neck,🪡
Drove across town in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm, but Steve never intends to get himself into these messes, does he?
He’s not going to answer that particular question.
“That’s why you put ‘The Whammy’ on me, right? You need someone willing.”
🪡
For the tiny drops of rain still caught in his tangled hair. Steve supposes he was out…hunting just before he arrived. The small puddle at his bare, muddy feet proved it, as did the open window. Whatever he caught, Steve knows it’s not enough.
“It’s never enough.”🪡
A sob is his only answer.
He scoots closer, Eddie-not-Eddie quails in response, shrinking further I got he corner as if 6 feet could possibly do such a thing.
Seeing him so helpless breaks Steve’s heart.
Setting aside the fact that he has so many questions as to why and 🪡
Threading through hair wet with rain and blood.
‘Poor thing has had a time of it,’ he thinks, which makes the figure before him tremble.
“I’m. H-hungry..”
“I know,” Steve scoots closer, doesn’t know why he does it because he didn’t intend on any of this even though he 🪡
How he’s back, he wants to help his friend however he can.
He was left behind, scared and alone and Steve needs to make this right somehow. The guilt has been eating at him for years, turning him gray early.
He reaches out a hand and marvels at how much he’s changed 🪡
Bringing it back tacky and Ruby red.
He can hear the quiet keening from the huddled figure and instead of running like any sane person would do at this point, Steve creeps around the bed. He hunkers down as a flash of lighting alights the room and he sees the claws🪡
His joints were liquid, his control slipping out his hands as he slumped into his bed with a mile wide smile and giggling like a hyena. It had been a long time since he’d felt this happy, this free and falling, drifting and for once the worry clawing at his throat was🪡
But he felt good tonight, first time for that in a longtime. Brain buzzing, thoughts drifting and dissipating like cotton candy in a pond. Limbs swinging, and gone was the careful slouch he’d mastered before his surgery that he never seemed to shake off. 🪡
@ayeayeayes
I see this and what if the label wants a duet, and there’s circulation going around that they’re dating, and Eddie has to go along with it, so Steve sees them all the time on the tabloids at the Piggly-Wiggly grocery store-
Just thinking about Steve made him throb, soaking his boxers and making him squirm. He squeezed his thighs together and letting out a whimpering breath.
“Steve…”
Yeah, maybe hanging out with his totally straight friend was a bad idea, and getting drunk with him was just 🪡
Enjoy, pretend that the hands tending to him weren’t his own but those of the former King of Hawkins High.
And Jesus just that thought sent him way back, to sneakers squeaking on the court, the rhythmic pounding of the balls, the scent of boy sweat and panting breaths.🪡
“Look I know you’re scared,” At this point he’ll say anything to get him down from the ceiling because he has no idea how long his friend can hold himself up there and he’d rather not have to re-set a bone tonight. “I’m a little too but I want to help. Let me help you.” 🪡
Green shorts so high and tight they should have been a crime, stretched and straining while Steve danced obliviously ass-out with the other jocks on the team. He was half-tempted to join just to be one of the guys, swatting each other for a good play, showering together.🪡
🪡the Eddie that he knows is no hunter. No murder.
Steve sees plain as day that he’s shaking with fatigue.
The being cocks his head sharply, murky eyes trained on his neck and Steve gasps.
Between one flash of lightning and the next the ceiling is vacant.🪡
Everyone be proud of me for not punching out the receptionist for misgendering me three fucking times after me telling her “I don’t go by that please stop”
@hwoodringg
@mixsethaddams
@midnightxmagic
How dare you come into our friend’s house, disrupting our tea time asking why she’s here? How would you feel if we got under your bridge, overturned your cauldron, and asked why you’re commenting on our friend’s thread?
Begone puritan.
@andalways7
Wayne thought he had all of Steve’s babies contained, but upon checking on the lil guys, he has found they are smarter than their own good.
Now he’s got about 20 minutes to find them before Eddie and Steve come home.
Biting his lip, Eddie reached into his bedside drawer for the toy he gifted himself last Christmas. It was small but powerful, curved and smooth, obnoxiously pink.
With fingers trembling in anticipation for the mind numbing orgasm he was about to have, he slid the toy under 🪡
In comparison to the one before him.
With a shocked gasp he sees the hands reach back to the wall, lifting the slight body up to the ceiling with ease.
Steve doesn’t know how it’s possible, but he doesn’t doubt his glasses, eyes or brain as scrambled as it is. 🪡
Good morning all of you lovely people in the best corner of fandom.
I hope that after yesterday’s unpleasantness fades away with the shadows and that we can all have a better time.
Let’s give
@midnightxmagic
and
@lexirosewrites1
some real love for being amazing!
Passed out, blissfully unaware of the chaos he had inflicted.
It was only until the late afternoon when he unearthed himself from his blankets did he realize that maybe his phone should be taken away from him when he started drinking. 🪡