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strangerthingskmeme) wrote2022-07-21 10:52 pm
strangerthingskmeme) wrote2022-07-21 10:52 pm
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Please leave your prompts and fills in the comment section below.
A good prompt will specify what ship(s) you'd like to see in the fill and then some description of what you'd also like to see, for example, "[character]/[character], making out in the Upside Down." You can go into detail or keep it short, it's up to you. When you click 'reply' to this post it should give you the option of a subject line - this is where you can give the general idea of your prompt: the ship, the kink or 'jist' of your prompt - and then you can add more detail in the comment box before posting.
Writers, you can fill a prompt by simply replying to it. If things take off, I'll try and organize it better but for now it'll be great to get some prompts (and hopefully fills) flowing.
Feel free to crosspost your fills onto AO3 if you wish. Maybe we could get a Stranger Things Kinkmeme tag going over there!
Argumentative, harrassing or abusive comments about fandom discourse, hating on a ship or a kink will be swiftly removed. This is a place for anonymous (unless you choose not to be) and fictional fun.
Happy prompting and writing.
FILLS POST: https://strangerthingskmeme.dreamwidth.org/966.html
A good prompt will specify what ship(s) you'd like to see in the fill and then some description of what you'd also like to see, for example, "[character]/[character], making out in the Upside Down." You can go into detail or keep it short, it's up to you. When you click 'reply' to this post it should give you the option of a subject line - this is where you can give the general idea of your prompt: the ship, the kink or 'jist' of your prompt - and then you can add more detail in the comment box before posting.
Writers, you can fill a prompt by simply replying to it. If things take off, I'll try and organize it better but for now it'll be great to get some prompts (and hopefully fills) flowing.
Feel free to crosspost your fills onto AO3 if you wish. Maybe we could get a Stranger Things Kinkmeme tag going over there!
Argumentative, harrassing or abusive comments about fandom discourse, hating on a ship or a kink will be swiftly removed. This is a place for anonymous (unless you choose not to be) and fictional fun.
Happy prompting and writing.
FILLS POST: https://strangerthingskmeme.dreamwidth.org/966.html
FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
(Anonymous) 2022-08-07 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)He could have let it go if was the small things.
Sure, it's nice that Steve gets the Pale Ale Eddie likes so whenever he's over for a drop-off with the kids or just hanging out away from the trailer park he can relax with his favorite drink. It's kind of Steve to always have Sour Patch sweets to hand even though he mumbles about gum decay as he chucks Eddie a pack, knowing Eddie loves the way the sour sweetness burns his tongue.
Eddie could live with these small, kind gestures. It's the expensive, thoughtful stuff that bothers him.
Eddie's in the driver's seat as they wait for Dustin to hurry the fuck up and leave Lucas's house. He picked Steve up from Family Video and Harrington was in good spirits, smiley and talkative as they drove over, still grinning like an idiot as he fumbles around in his jacket pocket.
"Oh, hey," he says, handing Eddie the small, navy box, "I got you this."
Eddie frowns before he smiles, eyebrow raised, "you proposing, Harrington?"
Steve half-laughs.
Eddie opens the box, curious, to see a beautiful silver ring, similar to the skull one he already has but this ring is actual silver. It looks like something from Darcy's, an expensive store just out of town that Eddie's walked through a few times, always with security on his tail. He'd never blow money like that, not that he has money to blow, and Steve hands him it in a fucking gift box.
"Wow," Eddie says, taking it out and trying it on. Of course it fits perfectly. He feels awkward, looking down at his hand at this gorgeous piece of jewelery that someone like him has no business wearing as Steve smiles warmly next to him.
"You like it?"
"Huh," Eddie tries, eyes darting over to Steve, "yeah, man, it's - yeah. I like it."
"Cool," Steve nods, and then Dustin's running out and taking up all the oxygen in the car as he rants and rave at them both for different things, Steve laughing along as Eddie tries to drown out the anxious thoughts racing through his mind. Eddie doesn't have time to quiz Steve more about it. The ring is gorgeous, reflects the light beautifully and shows his other rings up as the cheap trash they are although Eddie's sure that wasn't Steve's intention.
No, the worst thing about this is that Steve is genuinely generous.
It's like Steve's a fucking magpie, drawn to items that remind him of people - of Eddie - and he collects these items, dishing them out whenever they meet. Often Steve leaves him things at the door his trailer. Eddie gets home to a casette player, then a new leather jacket - fucking beautiful, by the way, and from Harrison's, a department store Eddie couldn't afford to buy socks from nevermind a whole leather jacket - he even posts through an envelope with dollars in and a note: "for gas :) Steve".
It's when Wayne comments that Eddie decides enough is enough.
He's wearing the jacket Steve bought because, well, it's incredible, and he looks and feels fucking badass and hot when wearing it. Wayne is looking at him with curious, concerned eyes, mouth full of pasta as he unwinds, finally not working nights.
"What?" Eddie asks, rolling a smoke.
"Um, Eddie," his Uncle starts, and Eddie groans. This is going to be a nightmare conversation.
"Listen, kid," Wayne sighs, "oh Lord, I dunno how else to put this. But, uh.. the weed dealin'... I can look the other way. And you know, Eddie, you know I ain't got a problem with you being you. But I can't look the other way on this."
Eddie stops with his cigarette, frowning, "huh?"
"All these new things. Expensive things, kid. Being a prostitute -"
" - what?!" Eddie yells, infuriated, on his feet. His Uncle looks at him uneasily, his face is bright red. Neither of them want to be having this conversation.
"Eddie - "
"I am not a fucking whore, thank you, Wayne," Eddie spits, eyes wide as he paces the trailer, absolutely mortified, "these are - they're gifts, all right? From a friend. A friend! A rich friend. And I'm not - he isn't - we aren't - "
"Ok, ok," Wayne nods, hands in the air as if he's trying to surrender, "good. That's good."
But well, it isn't good. It isn't good that his own Uncle thought he was turning tricks because Steve Harrington insists on spending stupid amounts of cash on him. Eddie makes his excuses and heads for the van because he needs to speak to Steve pronto, the discomfort of the conversation making him want to pass out with pure embarrassment.
The Harrington home is always empty, bar Steve, and possibly a 15 year old or three that use it as their own personal playground. Eddie knows turning up unannounced won't faze his new, weird-ass rich friend, and sure enough as he knocks and waits Steve opens the door with a dopey grin, welcoming him inside.
"Hey, Eddie, man, how's it goin'?"
Eddie stomps through to the kitchen because, OK, he'll admit it, he become something of a spoilt brat but in his defence he's never been spoilt in his life. This is the first time ever. So, yeah, he's got used to Steve always having his favorite foods and drinks well stocked in his gorgeous, huge kitchen.
"It is going badly, thanks for asking, Harrington," Eddie bitches, taking a swig of his Pale Ale, "and it's your fault."
Steve just stands there, hands on his hips, and shrugs as if it can't be that bad. Because in Steve World, nothing is ever that bad.
"You got me this," Eddie shakes his hand at Steve, the ring comfortable on his finger, "and this," he stretches in the jacket, "and you get me gas, and food, and you bought me that fucking awesome new Dio patch, and - "
"Oh!" Steve interrupts, excited, "yeah, and guess what, man? I got us tickets to the Damage tour. Met Tal - what's their name? Well, we gotta drive to Kansas, but -"
"ENOUGH!", Eddie shouts, "stop it."
"What?" Steve asks. His face falls and Eddie feels like he's just kicked a puppy. As he looks at Steve, the kitchen island separating them, he doesn't know if he can explain the feeling in his stomach. This sense of unworthiness, but also anger, at how money is a language that evades him and his family, his friends, but Steve could never relate.
"You know my Uncle just accused me of being a prostitute?" Eddie asks, "thanks to you and the never-ending fucking gifts."
Steve's expression moves from hurt to amused and Eddie really, really wishes he could stay pissed but as Steve starts to giggle, Eddie can't help but join him. They laugh before Eddie leans over the island, head in his hands as he groans.
"Seriously, though, man, what is this all about?" he can't help but ask.
Steve looks down, thoughtful, licking his bottom lip. He scratches his forehead slightly, moving over to Eddie before they're stood next to each other, Steve staring at the floor as Eddie steals glances at his slim, tall figure, too nervous to look for too long.
"I just like buying you things," Steve finally says, a small smile on his face, "not just you, actually. I like buying things for people."
Eddie nods, breath short and chest tight as Steve moves to stand in front of him. He's never had a guy this close to him before and he's so tense because this is Steve Harrington, his first, hopeless, pathetic crush -- Steve, who is beautiful and rich and perfect and even fucking nice. The dude doesn't even have the decency to be a Grade A prick. At least Eddie could hate him with a good conscience back in the day but now Steve's evolved and shit, a genuinely kind, brave and sweet person and Eddie wants to punch him for it.
He's kind of staring at Steve's crotch but that's easier than looking into his eyes, the eyes Eddie can feel on him. They're so close that if Eddie did look up they could kiss - he could just lean in and capture those pretty lips of Steve's in his own.
"You're my favorite person to buy for, though," Steve admits, hands coming to Eddie's tense hands that are gripping the kitchen island with such intensity Eddie wonders if he's strong enough to snap marble. Steve doesn't try to move them, just rubs circles into his wrists and it feels so soothing, so soft.
"Can I keep buying you things?" Steve asks, "please?"
And well, damn, hearing Harrington say 'please' as he touches him gently and being close enough to breathe in his aftershave apparently renders Eddie utterly stupid. He nods curtly, tightly, because yeah, fuck it. Buy me everything, Harrington. Waste your entire trust fund on me if it means you'll do this again, if it means you'll be close, touching me, loving me.
"Hey, it's all good," Steve promises, hands moving to scoop Eddie into an embrace. Eddie returns the hug at an embarrassing speed, clinging onto this affection because he's never had it, can't remember the last time someone actually held him. His arms wrap around Steve's shoulders, Steve's hands on his lower back, and he lets Steve do it - lets him nuzzle into his neck before moving to his mouth, giving him the best, most perfect gift of all, a free one: Eddie's first kiss.
Re: FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
(Anonymous) 2022-08-07 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
(Anonymous) 2022-08-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
Re: FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
(Anonymous) 2022-08-07 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)"It's like Steve's a fucking magpie, drawn to items that remind him of people" is my favorite line! 🥰🥰🥰
Re: FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
(Anonymous) 2022-08-10 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILLED: 'make you feel my love', Steve/Eddie
(Anonymous) 2022-09-25 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)