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Wiggly Wednesday 🪱🧠

Tagged by the amazing @just-my-latest-hyperfixation last week, sending a tag straight back at you for this week

"Stephen, darling, light of my life, my knight in shining armour." Eddie's voice croons from the study.

"What have you done?" Steve rolls his eyes, head popping through the doorway to find Eddie perching on Mr Harrington's very expensive mahogany desk.

Eddie gasps dramatically.

"How dare you! I resent the accusation that I could have ever possibly caused a problem in m-"

"Yeah yeah Munson," Steve interrupts, knowing from experience how long Eddie could go on when left to it, "what's wrong?"

"There's a spider."

"What?" Steve slowly steps back out into the hallway.

"A spider."

"Well get rid of it then."

"I can't get rid of it," Eddie whines, voice getting gradually higher, hands flapping around as he tries to maintain balance, "the doctor said no strenuous exercise."

"For the last time, that was two years ago Eds." Steve scoffs, still staying an arms length away from the study.

"Still, aren't you meant to help me in my time of need?"

"Well I'm not getting rid of it, it's your spider."

"My... I- that... wha- it's not my spider it's an intruder! an interloper within my sanctuary. A threat to my health in a space I thought I was safe." Eddie slips slightly, sending a stack of important looking documents to the floor.

"Call Robin." Eddie demands, and points at the phone mounted on the wall.

At the back of the study.

"I'm not calling Robin, we'll never hear the end if it."

The two stand and stare at one a other, caught at an impasse.

"It could be poisonous." Eddie suggests.

"We don't get poisonous spiders." Steve says condfidently, his arms crossed, but he backs further from the door nonetheless.

"Are you sure?"

"...No?"

Something crawls over Steve's foot.

"Fuck fuck FUCK! Call Robin!" Steve yells as he dives into the room, clambering up to join Eddie.

Robin finds them 4 hours later, wrapped in each others arms, still huddled on the desk.

Wiggly Wednesday 🪱🧠

Tagged by the lovely @just-my-latest-hyperfixation <3 one of these days I’ll manage to actually post on a Wednesday, but until then

I am forever thinking about...

Golden retriever Steve.

Actual golden retriever Steve. Who Eddie finds curled up and shivering by the side of the road one night, and he's always had a weakness for an underdog. So he corrals the largest, fluffiest dog he's ever seen - it's probably not a wolf, dear god please say it's not a wolf - into the back of his van, blasts the heating, and disregards every traffic law on the way back to the trailer.

It takes a little bacon, and a lot of blankets, but the dog - who Eddie promptly names 'Ozzy' - gets comfortable pretty quickly. He's not a wolf either it turns out. Or if he is, he's the sappiest, friendliest, most well trained wolf in Indiana. In no time at all he's splayed across Eddie's chest, tail wagging enthusiastically as Eddie scratches between his ears.

Wayne gets home to find the two of them tucked under a blanket fort and just rolls his eyes, warning that this had better not be a repeat of 'that damned racoon incident'. So Eddie takes that as his blessing.

Ozzy spends the next week glued to Eddie's side.

He's an excellent guard dog. When a jock gets too big for his boots at a drug deal - and Eddie's about 30 seconds and one more snide comment away from a broken bone - Ozzy jumps forward, teeth bared and growling menacingly. He gets extra bacon and belly rubs that night.

He's also weirdly good at housework? Running off to get a towel every time he knocks over a drink with his overexcited tail. Which is often. And despite Wayne's insistence that it's just the weed talking, Eddie swears he caught Ozzy dusting one time.

There are downsides of course. Despite Eddie's constant complaints, Ozzy loves sports. Catch, fetch, chasing his own tail, and playing with the young kids at the trailer park. He even likes to settle onto the sofa in the afternoon and watch baseball games with Wayne.

Nevertheless, by the end of the week Eddie is spending every morning, evening, and night curled up in bed with his own personal space heater.

And then he wakes up one morning, and a very warm, very naked Steve Harrington is lying on top of him.

No pressure tags for @blipblot @sourw0lfs @sidekick-hero and @penny00dreadful

Wiggly Wednesday Friday 🧠🪱

I was tagged by @penny00dreadful a while ago, oops

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation’s Stobin cruise ship entertainers has thoroughly wormed its way into my brain and refuses to leave

Bonus point, when the Captain Hook actor is off sick Eddie has to take over and goes completely ham, very nearly leading a child army to mutiny the actual captain of the actual ship

Wiggly Wednesday 🧠🪱

Tagged by the amazing @just-my-latest-hyperfixation who is bullying me into thinking of words :( Share your brainworms!

Today I’m thinking of:

Steve with a motorbike.

Mid-life, quarter-life, I've-just-saved-the-world-again-life crisis, and feeling uncertain about his future, he uses a little of the government hush money to treat himself. He's a car guy, and they're too middle-of-nowhere to warrant a boat, so it feels like the logical next step.

Red to match his beemer, because duh. Large enough to fit a second person behind him, because his flirting game has been seriously off recently.

He pulls up to a party at one of the kid's houses with his new bike, takes his helmet off and runs a hand through his hair all slow-mo romance movie style, unzips his leather biker jacket, swings his leg over to stand up, and Eddie promptly passes out.

No pressure tags for @penny00dreadful and @sourw0lfs