#FUCK the carver era

[sammygender]

kripke era > gamble era > carver era > dabb era. but gamble and carver arent that far apart. for me.

[shamblessm]

give me these two in genshin and i bet your ass i will be playing with both genshin and hsr at the same time henny

Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper gijinka

[ssjdebusk]

rewatching spn, can't be exaggerated just how many episodes are completely skippable in s10 and s11.

[maipareshaan]

Dabb era is a mess and i can get found family readings from it but Carver era my dude? Carver era?

[angelcatsiel]

life sucks when you are someone who struggles with severe RSD and you get very upset and take things way too personally when someone doesn't like what you like, but also your opinions on things are very different and you tend to like what everyone else hates

[paceprompting]

beside, not behind

written for ‘guard’ wc: 532 # | rated: t | cw: era-typical homophobic language & violence | tags: early relationship, protective steve harrington, feral eddie munson, soft ending

@steddiemicrofic

Steve knew he had a problem.

He didn’t care.

So what if he was the first one to jump in front of the danger; the things with rows of sharp teeth and no mercy. Or the normal people in their shit town with somehow less mercy than the demons.

So, yeah, he wasn’t going to hesitate to step in front of Eddie. His own body was shield enough.

Jason’s fist cracked across his jaw, his big-ass class ring cutting into the thin skin and drawing blood that spattered along the asphalt when Steve’s head snapped to the side. It’d been meant for Eddie, in the random gas station parking lot when they dared venture out for beer Steve didn’t realize he’d been out of.

Eddie hadn’t started it, but he hadn’t ignored Jason’s taunting. Old habits of biting first to be left alone had backfired, and Jason’s ego had flown out, full force.

He stumbled back into Eddie, but didn’t fall. He might get put down on his knees, but Steve was strangely good at keeping between the danger and the protected.

“Need a fucking guard dog when you go out now, Munson?” Jason seethed.

“Fuck off,” Eddie snapped, his hand landing on Steve’s shoulder, trying to push past. Steve refused, extending his arms to keep Eddie at his back. Steve may not have had any problem standing in front of Eddie, but Eddie definitely had a problem letting him.

“Steve, fucking move.” Eddie dug his nails into Steve’s shirt. Steve’s jaw fucking throbbed—and oh, did Eddie owe him later—which was enough to keep Eddie from throwing himself at Jason. Steve could take it, because no one else needed to.

He was the only one who needed to take the brunt of the world.

“Yeah, Harrington,” Jason said, flashing his teeth with a wolf-like sneer. “Let the fag take his beating with some dignity.”

Steve was so focused on keeping Eddie back, he’d hadn’t enough focus to do the same for himself. Not when ignorant, repressed fucking Jason Carver went after his Eddie.

He lashed out, one hand curling into Jason’s stupid letterman jacket and the other returning the blow he’d given Steve across the face. It didn’t draw blood, and Jason overcame the surprise by grabbing hard onto Steve’s hair and yanking him around.

There was so much shouting, Steve didn’t realize Eddie had joined the fray until Jason flew off to the side, a chaotic blur of black leather and chains wrapped up with him as they rolled onto the pavement. Eddie managed to stay on top, smacking his hand across Jason’s face and drawing several lines of blood from his own rings.

Jason shoved him off, swearing. Eddie went easily, getting onto his feet and towering over Jason.

“Get lost, or I’ll do it again.”

Holding his jaw, Steve turned away and fell back against the side of the Beemer, ignoring Jason. Eddie joined him, pressing his nose to Steve’s temple.

“I wish you wouldn’t step in,” Eddie whispered.

Steve shook his head, but Eddie stopped his response with a hand around his wrist.

“I want to face it with you,” he said against Steve’s skin. “Not behind you.”

[shamblessm]

I CANNOT GET OVER THE FACT THAT THEYRE JUST TWINK NPCS 😭😭😭😭😭

old man yaoi detected

[incesthemes]

Wincest Wednesday Asks

i started compiling this list for myself as a reference, but since @stanfordsweater is making a whole event of it, i thought i could share it! please feel free to add on with other questions you can come up with!!!

favorite season?

favorite episode?

favorite era of the show? (kripke, gamble, carver, dabb)

any specific headcanons for [X] thing in canon?

YOUR pick for the Most Incestuous Episode Award?

what's one way you think dean died in mystery spot that wasn't shown?

do you have a preference between wincest, weirdcest, or gencest?

favorite au/trope/setting for wincest?

who kissed who first? alternatively: who made the first move?

when would they finally hook up? (specific season/episode? pre-series? post-canon?)

would sam or dean be more likely to get pregnant, and when is the best season for him to get pregnant?

weirdest place they've fucked?

stupidest place they've fucked?

"john finds out" OR "john has always known/encourages them"

how does john react to their relationship? (alternatively: how does mary react to their relationship?)

do you include any other characters in your wincest? (wincestiel, samdeanjack, the whole dang winchester family, etc)

how do you see their soulmate relationship? any headcanons?

sam and dean's favorite books? (stealing from @according2thelore)

sam and dean's favorite movies?

if they had a movie night, what film would they watch and what snacks would they make/buy? (bonus: pre-bunker or bunker era or both)

[alchemillalost]

The Season 8 Destiel Meta Post Nobody Asked For (and why I think the writers had a Destiel endgame option in mind for season 8)

Okay, so here's the long version of this post that almost nobody wanted, but I'm writing it anyway. This is LONG. I'm sorry. And I want to start with it seems like s8 is polarizing, but I rather liked it, and I think it's because I live in the (delusion?) truth of this theory. Stay with me if you want to Believe too. I think Season 8 was written with two possible outcomes in mind; and with an endgame Destiel being the more likely of the two that the writers anticipated. Sounds insane, I am aware. You will need to stick with me here and extend some trust, but I promise I can show my work.

We need to set the scene: It's 2012. We are launching headfirst into the height years of tumblr fan culture. Gangnam Style grips the nation. Destiel is huge in fanfiction & tumblr land. However, interestingly, we're about two years past show's peak. Already once SPN was slated to end with S5's natural arc conclusion, but it didn't-- it was renewed because it was making the CW money, simple as. They have pushed on into the Sera Gamble era with Seasons 6 and 7, which have their respective flashes of brilliance, but all-in-all generally struggled to find footing in the post-Apocalypse Supernatural verse that was never actually planned for. It's pretty evident that the writing and plotting isn't nearly as tight as S1-5, simply because 1-5 was all mapped out from the get go.

It's been interesting returning to the fandom after a decade, because I'm finding a lot of people now who really liked Season 7. No hate, to each their own, and maybe it was just the circles I was in at the time, but in the moment S7 wasn't received well at all. It felt like they kept inflating the "big bad" to heights that sometimes struggled to get fully fleshed out (which, to be fair, continues to be a writing problem going forward). And while watching S7 in Netflix binge-mode it doesn't feel quite so bad, at the time having a year's worth of your fave TV show where Sam and Dean are systematically and pointlessly stripped of everything that gave the show its signature personality was nothing short of torture (killing Cas, the Impala, torching Bobby's place, killing Bobby), all in the name of more man-pain. All of that punctuated with a lot of filler episodes that felt like more misses than hits, the absolutely insufferable Amy Pond plot, and dick jokes just because the writers thought it was funny.

Everyone's opinions on S6-7 aside, though, Supernatural wasn't landing financially for the CW either. Season 5 aired on Thursday nights, which is a fairly well respected time slot for established and successful shows, but with Season 6 and 7 we see a demotion to Friday night, 9 PM ET. This is basically the kiss of death for a cable TV show. You sent your shows to Friday night to die. The CW was looking to the future with newer shows and the writing was on the walls that this circus was probably wrapping up soon.

However, in true Supernatural fashion, it wouldn't fucking die. Honestly, and I can only speculate here, I imagine such a die-hard and still-growing fanbase coinciding with a huge spike in social media + ease of access to fan spaces with the surge in commonplace smart phones/laptop computers is probably what kept performing CPR on this show.

So along comes season 8. The show is being passed to Jeremy Carver and Ben Edlund as a returning writer to head up the show. Other people have discussed the Sera Gamble era in depth, but what you need to know here, basically, is that the Carver/Edlund mind are ones that a) have not shied away from queer themes and b) are a lot of those Destiel classics. We're talking Ghostfacers, The End, My Bloody Valentine, On the Head of a Pin, The Man Who Would Be King (Carver), and Free to Be You and Me, Point of No Return (Edlund). Essentially, Sera's philosophy tended to be "strip it back to just the Winchester brothers" and Carver & Edlund were generally more open to having the surrounding cast of supporting characters. And these two definitely don't shy away from Dean & Castiel's relationship.

Here is where my theory gets a little speculative: I believe this is the point where where SPN was given one last hail mary by the CW. New writers and a Wednesday night slot, you have one more chance to make this work, otherwise you're getting the axe. It was renewed pretty late, in early May of 2012 (compare to S6 being announced Feb 2010). S7 had barely scraped its renewal in late April the year prior, too.

Okay, so let's put ourselves in that position for a moment as showrunners sitting down in the Supernatural writer's room in May of 2012. There are two things that might happen: 1) you just might pull it off, and you do such a good job you pull the show from the proverbial grave or 2) you don't pull it off, and you need to make sure the show ends on a satisfying note that wraps things up neatly. And you need to write and film a season that, until you get the yes or no from the CW, can do either and both or neither, and you may need to pivot in one direction or the other pretty quickly while you're filming the back half of your season.

Enter the Destiel endgame theory, which I believe was their scenario 2. Time to introduce the exhibits from the season.

General: Flashbacks. I wish they'd explored Purgatory more too, but it would've taken up too much time if they might have to fast-track a series finale later. (Also Amelia should've been all made up in Sam's head to cope with losing Dean but again, different post. Maybe it became a time constraint to explore too much too, if they thought the show might be ending.)

The evidence:

8x01 We Need to Talk About Kevin & 8x02 - & What's Up Tiger Mommy? We get flashbacks of Dean tearing Purgatory apart to find Castiel. When he finds him, he makes it clear he's coming back to Earth with him.

8x03 - Heartache- This episode focuses on the love between an immortal being and a human.

8x05 - Blood Brother - Benny/Queer Dean discourse deserves its own post. You can take or leave this one for this post's theory.

8x07 - A Little Slice of Kevin - 1) Dean is clearly hiding a boner when Cas gets out of the shower? 2) We introduce that Dean is deeply upset that Castiel didn't make it through the portal-- to the degree he's faked an entire memory because he'd rather it be his fault Cas is gone than have been abandoned by him

8x08 - Hunteri Heroici - Castiel wants to join Dean as a hunter; we're beginning to establish Castiel's genuine desire to spend his life with the Winchesters. This is then juxtaposed when Naomi forces him to stay away at the end of the episode, further telling us this is Cas' desire vs. Heaven's.

8x11 - Larp and the Real Girl - This is mostly a fun episode, but it's an example of queerness being gently nudged to the forefront of plots without immediate dismissal or being the butt of a joke-- rare for SPN at the time.

8x13 - Everybody Hates Hitler - Ah, the Aaron "He was my Gay Thing" moment. Dean leans all the way into the flirting. Does not give the "don't swing that way" speech, gets flustered, is at a loss for words. He appears disappointed later when he was wrong. This has little precedent on the show when Dean's been perceived as gay, he usually dismisses it very quickly.

February 11, 2013: Supernatural is renewed for season 9, a week after Everybody Hates Hitler airs.

Per these estimates, 8x18 is the next episode to be filmed post-announcement, beginning 2/12.

8x16 - Remember the Titans - A Forbidden Love plot. You can take or leave this one for this theory.

8x17 - Goodbye Stranger - OK, here is our inflection point for editing, in my opinion. The last month of eps, more or less, have been pretty trials-centric or one-off. This episode airs 3/20/2013. At this point, we know we're getting a season 9, but we've been building with all of the above, and this ep was filmed pre-S9 announcement... so much so that we have an "I love you" in the original script for the infamous crypt scene. I fully believe it was filmed and edited out in post.

Second, Castiel turns the walls of Naomi's office/lobotomy lounge the bi pride colors during the crypt scene. Someone on the crew at Supernatural literally tweeted that morning to be on the lookout for special choices in Naomi's office. It was very intentional. Why else pick these colors and declare they're intentional? (I have searched up and down for this tweet but it was rare i was there i remember it [the tweet] all too well please trust me)

UPDATE: Tumblr hive mind found it and it was Jerry Wanek saying they were… crosses? In the intersecting lines in the windows? (that's how lines work? lol) And it was amidst a spell of saying fans were reaching in their analyses, and though some of his replies have that tinge, it's not direct about the color commentary. I never saw the back half of that saga or forgot about it, didn’t mean to misrepresent anything! Either way I’ve been corrected but that office is still bisexual and you can’t tell me otherwise

And don't get me started on the "unicorn" stuff, that one person you'd throw everything away for (but I understand this can be interpreted in many ways) However, the season is renewed, we've picked the path they never thought they'd actually pull off-- now we've got to backpedal this Destiel just enough to not impact our precious CW bottom lines, but not piss off our faction of fangirls who watch to ship.

8x20 - Pac Man Fever - Charlie tells Dean she thinks Castiel seems "dreamy". Charlie is very gay and would only say this to elicit a reaction from Dean, we don't really get much of one. Again, lack of a "speech" on his sexuality.

*Note 8x18 Freaks & Geeks and 8x20 Pac Man Fever are filler eps, I think they could've been pulled if we needed the extra time to sprint toward a series finale*

8x21 - The Great Escapist - 8x23 Sacrifice- We hit a real fast escalation toward the season finale from here. I actually think this overarching plot was more or less always the idea for the ending, but how exactly it was executed depended on the renewal status.

The Alternate Series Finale Ending (That I believe they thought they'd have to do when they wrote it): If they hadn't gotten renewed, we are set up for Sam to close the gates of Hell and Metatron to use a spell to close Heaven using the heart of a nephilim (product of human + angel love), the bow a cupid (an angel that arranges love in humans), and the grace of an angel in love with a human. Hell and Heaven shutter up, Sam dies, and Dean is left with a human Castiel who has, for the better part of the season, already been "testing out" being a hunter alongside Dean and has literally moved heaven and earth to have this. He will not have to be the immortal doomed to love a human, as in 8x03, or have the forbidden love of 8x16; we receive resolution on those subjects for our heroes that the monster-of-the-week characters did not. They resolve their feelings for each other, because if we kept Dean's crypt "I love you" and we establish Castiel's grace was in love with a human... well, what else is there to say? (Oh, yes, and they did exactly this and pulled the Destiel trigger in S15 when it was all ending.)

The Actual Ending (That I think they got surprised about the renewal and had to do): Backpedal. Edit. Only drop little subtext again. We just need Castiel's Regular Grace TM for this spell. We can keep selling merch and con tickets and get views if we appeal to the widest audience possible, and we're not taking risks now that we've performed a literal miracle rescue from a Friday night 9 PM slot.

And once we start Season 9, we get a LOT of being hit over the head with Castiel & Dean's Heterosexuality TM, so much so it's awkward and even out of character. (Human Cas sighing about boobs in early s9? Like please. Get real.) It's a HARD left turn, but it makes more sense if you consider it all in the context above. I just don't think they'd have gone in so hard on the bullet points I listed if they had thought Season 9 was in the bag.

TL;DR: I think we might've had Destiel in 2013, but if we had, we wouldn't have also had the rest of the seasons. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to you, but I think it was a combination of a lot of external factors, capitalism, and, well, it being 2013, sadly. I think they were cowards about it, but at the same time, even the writers probably weren't pulling every string, they also needed to answer to other agendas. Television is a medium that is rife with the push and pulls of a thousand factors that aren't the pure story. Idk how to really wrap this, but this has been over ten years in the making so enjoy the fruits of my brain rot.

[stanfordsweater]

what are your favorite wincest episodes

hehehe

in chronological order rather than in order of preference:

dead in the water -- i really latched on to this one as a kid and so it still holds a big piece of my heart. i love the slow aching reveal of how traumatized dean is, all with sam right there watching. i will always be preoccupied with the times where dean get peeled back and exposed all vulnerable

what is and what should never be -- another great vulnerable dean episode, i loved the insight we get into his thoughts on sam, more specifically how clear it is that his self-hatred clouds his understanding of sam's motivations and why he sticks around with dean beyond "the job." it helps that sam looks so unbearably sexy in dean's perfect world created from his most desperate desires and deepest insecurities. i want to connect this one with DSOTM, but that ep didn't make the list because season five is PAINFUL and i hate watching it 😭

metamorphosis -- kind of out of left field, but this episode is a great example of how their relationship is breaking down in season four. dean punching sam and sam just taking it and keeping his chin up is such a gut-punch + sam's reaction to the reveal that they angels are watching out for him, for all the worst reasons, while dean is getting closer to them himself... you also get sam's desperation to save dean, to be something good, and his despair and teeth-grinding resolve to stop using into his powers... which only lasts so long. TENSION. delicious.

swan song -- AGONY.

i love so much about carver era, but to whittle it down:

there's a lot of aspects i love about season 8 spread across a number of episodes, like the way dean is just freaking out and trying to protect sam in the great escapist, the tension cas and more immediately benny brings to their relationship, the attempts to reconnect and the feeling that they might actually work through it this time, even with all the jealousy, but every time you think they're about to work it out something else gets worse-- it's really fun. i don't think any individual episode makes this list but they all get honourable mention.

i think i'm gonna like it here & road trip -- double feature because of the way dean's decision comes home to roost. dean's absolute despair in 9x01, it's SO wild and hurts my heart, the way you can understand exactly how they've ended up here, the betrayal, dean's guilt but the lack of apologies, sam's righteous anger and his deep-down buried soul-rending shame... i want to drink it all up with a straw, i'm obsessed. sam is in fine fucking form in road trip. he's NOT BUDGING and it's so good. also he looks fine as fuck and you know dean is burning inside. all of it leading directly to my favourite death scene in the entire show at the end of season nine. fabulous.

safe house -- this one is just a fun reprieve from all the angst of the seasons before, where sam and dean are working a case and making fun of each other and spending hours across from each other in a motel room at a table too small for them and not getting sick of each other. there's also the end scene where sam is so pleased that dean was haunted by visions of him dead <3 affirmations with the winchester brothers!

carry on -- i know many finale haters and i understand their points, but i was so shocked that the show remembered what it was about and delivered us that beautiful monologue and the forehead touch and the heaven reunion, all wrapped up in sam finally having the life he had wanted in a way he would hate. it's poetic and it finally resolves that last lingering question that allows him to actually enjoy heaven, and the final piece dean needs to not feel like a monster for "failing" to provide sam with the apple-pie life. jared has this interview from season eight where he says that sam carries that resentment over being dragged back into hunting with him, and while it's not rational-- ultimately he was not dragged, he made his choice in an impossible situation, manipulated by outside forces-- i really loved that the finale actually gave us (and dean) absolution for this last desire of sam's. i don't know.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,133 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: S10/S11, The Reapers Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, injury, blood and gore, language A/N: This is part of a series! You can find the rest on my Master List, the pinned post on my blog.

Summary: The group of Alexandrians face the consequences of their planned meeting with The Reapers going awry.

Previous Chapter

Your name: submit What is this?

For a moment, you wondered if she’d shot you. The only thing you could hear was a sharp ringing in your ears. Your vision was still black. But then you realized that any new pain was contained to the side of your face, and when you reached a hand up to it, it came away surprisingly clean and not sticky with blood.

Her hands were on you in the next instant and you instinctively struggled against them, blinking furiously as your vision began to fade back in, blurred but returning. Her response was a crushing blow to your side. Whether it was the toe of her boot or the butt of the gun again you didn’t know, but it paralyzed you and you heard a sickening crack. You were breathless. Your diaphragm seized up and refused to pull in air. You curled into yourself on your side, gasping, a stabbing pain in your chest, and then her hands were on you again, furiously patting you down and tearing away the knife from your sheath.

“I’ve got one here,” you heard her say, presumably into her radio. Not fucking yet, you don’t, you thought.

Your vision was clear now and you forced yourself to uncurl with a tremendous effort. She was still slightly distracted with her radio and you aimed a kick at her knee and hit the side of it hard. It jarred her and she stumbled, nearly going to the ground. The shotgun hit the ground with a weighty clatter and you thrust yourself toward her with all your weight. Pain ricocheted and tore through your body, but you grappled to reach the gun or at least get your knife back, something. You landed a blow to the side of her face, repaying her in kind for the shotgun butt to yours. Her head snapped sideways and she seemed off-balance again for a moment. You landed another kick into her chin, reaching for the gun, fingers outstretched.

But it was too much. All your wounds, all your exhaustion, the stiff, injured muscles and the freshly broken rib—it was too much. Leah regained her stance and fell on you with an efficiency and a fury that you couldn’t match regardless of the strength of your will. She kneed you in the stomach and your vision went completely red with bursting white circles. The pain was gutting and you crumpled, holding your arms around yourself. The stabbing in your chest seemed to worsen with every breath.

Leah wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and adjusted her grip on her shotgun, aimed squarely at your face. “Up,” she growled. “Now.”

You weren’t even sure you could rise from your knees. It felt like a white-hot knife was stuck into your lungs. You gasped to regain some breath.

“I said get the fuck up!” she roared at you. She lunged forward and seized a fistful of your hair, pulling you to your feet. You stumbled and then straightened as best you could. The barrel of the gun nudged you in the back. “Walk.” Her voice was cold, calm.

You obeyed. What choice did you have?

Back at the meeting place, Daryl had just about had enough. “Nah—this ain’t what we agreed,” he roared at the two men. “Leah! Now! Or I slit his fuckin’ throat!” Daryl’s blade tickled at Carver’s neck.

Suddenly, Leah’s voice came from the left. “Here!”

Daryl gripped Carver and spun him, using him as a shield between himself and Leah. “Come out! And tell your men to put down their fuckin’ weapons!” he demanded.

Her steps echoed off the concrete, approaching quickly. “No,” Leah said strongly. “I don’t think I will.” She came into view, and Daryl’s heart dropped into the ninth circle of hell. You were staggering in front of her, Leah’s shotgun at your back.

Daryl tightened his grip on Carver and exchanged a frantic look with Maggie, who was still hidden with the others behind a large concrete planter. Maggie’s face looked suddenly gray, or even tinged slightly green at this new horrific development.

Daryl ducked his head and tried to get a hold of his swirling mind, his racing heart… What to do—what should he do? He looked desperately back at you. You were pale, hunched forward and clutching your arms around your middle.

Leah’s expression was stern as she stopped you right in the middle of the two groups, out in the open so everyone could see you. “Tell your people to come out,” she commanded. Daryl didn’t move, his eyes still locked on you. Your eyes were closed. You hadn’t looked at him yet. He desperately wanted to see your eyes. “I said tell them to step out! Now!” she barked.

Daryl had to get a fucking hold of himself—for you. He had to pull himself together and figure this out for you. He forced in a deep breath and met Leah’s eyes. “Or what? You’ve got one of us and we’ve got one of yours. It’s an even trade.”

Leah seized you by the hair again and threw you to the ground. You let out a small noise and a gasp and lay on your stomach in the dirt, fingers digging into the silty earth and debris of dried weeds, gritting your teeth against the pain.

Daryl took a stutter step forward and nearly lost his hold on Carver. A small, strangled “No!” left his throat, but Leah didn’t seem to have heard it.

She placed her gun flush to your back. “They step out, or I start filling her with buckshot. And I won’t make it quick.”

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. “Come out,” he yelled back over his shoulder. Maggie came out, helping Elijah along, and Negan walked behind them, gritting his teeth, his eyes darting from Daryl back to you and up to Leah.

“Let her go,” Daryl demanded. “Nobody else needs to die. You let her go, I’ll release this asshole, and you can take the rest of your crew and get out. We dun ever have to see each other again.”

“Why should we give up this place? It’s ours. We took it,” Leah argued.

“It was ours first,” Maggie barked back. “And you killed men, women, and children!”

You tried to push yourself up off the ground but Leah further dug the shotgun into your back, forcing your cheek down into the dirt.

Daryl was nearly trembling with rage and fear. His eyes kept darting to you and back up to Leah. And finally, you lifted your face and met his gaze. His blood froze cold. The look in your eyes was resignation. You believed you wouldn’t be walking out of Meridian. He could see it.

“You let her go,” Daryl said, “and we’ll give you Carver. Then we can keep regroup and keep killin’ each other if tha’s what ya fuckin’ want! Just—just dun hurt her. Please…”

At that moment, Leah’s expression stiffened and her chin lifted slightly. Her eyes narrowed and she stared at Daryl for a long time before looking down at your sprawled form beneath her. When she next spoke, it was with a new understanding and a poisonous venom. “This is her?” she said, catching Daryl’s eyes again.

Daryl’s stomach churned.

“This is the woman who was so sacred to you that you wouldn’t even talk to me about her?” she said, incredulous. “I thought she was dead,” she said coldly, emphasizing the last word. The look on Daryl’s face, his reactions, his gaze constantly drifting down to you—he’d given it away. She knew. She’d seen his fervent love for you back then in that cabin when he’d barely spoken of losing you and now it was on full display in front of her and the depth of it was something he’d never given to her. Not even close. “I beat her without even trying!”

Tears started to run down your cheeks. You were willing Daryl to just let you go—to do what he had to in order to get himself and the rest of your newfound family home safely. He had to let you go.

Leah scoffed and shook her head in disbelief.

“Just let her up,” Daryl said again. “An even trade.”

Leah pulled in a deep breath. “No.” She gripped her radio. “Jenson!”

The unmistakable sharp sound of a rifle echoed off the buildings. The bullet hit the ground next to Daryl and sent up a small spray in the dirt. A sniper. They had a fucking sniper on the roof. This couldn’t possibly get any fucking worse…

“No!” you called out, a new rush of fear overtaking you and temporarily overpowering your pain. Leah’s boot landed into your back alongside her gun.

“Don’t fucking move,” she snarled at you. “If anyone moves, Jenson will start picking you off, one by one!” She met Daryl’s eyes again and her stare was unfeeling. He wondered how he could ever have been with her… she seemed wholly changed, or perhaps fully revealed.

Panic was suffocating him as he whirled, trying to keep control of Carver and catch Maggie’s eye. Everything had gone all wrong, and he could see no way out—not for all of you. This was his fault. This was all his fault. The meeting had been his idea and it had gotten them even deeper up shit’s creek. Not a single one of you would be making it back to Alexandria now and everyone back home—the kids, his kids…

“Let him go and cut the rope,” Leah demanded, her eyes still focused on Daryl. “Now!”

Daryl hesitated. “I will if ya let her up. Same time. We let them go at the same time and—”

“I’m done playing any of your fucking games!” she retorted. “Any of them.”

You felt her boot and the gun leave your back and that was some momentary relief until you felt it press into the back of your calf muscle. “Cut the rope and let him go or I pull the trigger and Jenson picks one of you and does too. She’ll lose this leg, maybe more.”

Sweat was pouring down Daryl’s face. What could he do? Nothing. He could do fuck all… He cut Carver’s bonds and stepped back. The Reapers had the upper hand. In a few moments, all of you would probably be dead—he knew that. Everyone back home would probably never know what happened to this ill-fated fucking expedition.

With Carver by her side again, Leah straightened up, eyeing Daryl. “You took everything from me,” she said. “You killed my family. You destroyed my world! And you tried to take our home. Now you can watch as I take everything from you.” She bent down and grabbed the back of your shirt, hauling you to your knees, spinning you around to face her. You let out a small yelp you couldn’t stifle from the violence of her grip.

“Leah, don’t!” Daryl yelled, panicked. Carver was smiling.

You wavered as her hold on you disappeared.

“Leah, no!”

She raised the shotgun and pointed it at your chest.

Daryl took a few frantic steps forward. “No! Don’t! Don’t do this. This ain’t you! If ya want revenge, just take it from me!”

“Don’t fucking move!” she yelled at him. He froze, rigid as a statue, desperation dripping from him, hanging in the air like a toxic, impenetrable cloud. Tears were pouring down Maggie’s face.

But you turned away from Leah and met Daryl’s eyes, your own wide and red and rimmed with tears, but you were otherwise calm. Daryl’s heart felt as if it’d been ripped from his chest, pulled clean out, nothing left behind but a gaping wound.

You heard the safety click off on Leah’s gun. Any moment now it’d be over. “I love you,” you said, loud enough that he and everyone else heard it. You didn’t look away from Daryl’s despairing face. He was nearly crumbling.

He wanted more than anything to get those words out in return, but any ability to do anything seemed to have left him, and here you were about to die right in front of him and he couldn’t even say the words he most wanted you to hear. He couldn’t even do that right…

Crack.

A shot rang out and everyone flinched. You squeezed your eyes closed, time seeming to crawl in slow motion. You waited for the heat and the stink of gunpowder and the blast to rip through your chest, but it never came… Your eyes blinked open. Confusion muddled your face.

Leah. Leah dropped to the ground with a yell. She’d been shot in the upper arm and it hung limply by her side, the bones seemingly shattered. Her shotgun clattered to the ground.

“What the hell?!” Carver yelled, starting toward her.

“Don’t move!” Maggie yelled, seeing her opportunity. She withdrew the handgun from her waistband and aimed it squarely at Carver.

Leah was hardly on the ground before you came back to yourseld and hurriedly grabbed Leah’s shotgun, straightening up, the tearstains still shining on your cheeks. You aimed it at her where she was slumped on the ground, clutching her arm.

“Fuck you!” Carver yelled back to Maggie, taking another step toward Leah. Maggie fired into his leg and he dropped hard with a yell, hands on his thigh. Blood poured out between his fingers.

Leah, still gasping, let go of her useless arm and squeezed the talk button on her radio. “J—Jenson,” she stuttered. “What the fuck?! Jenson, shoot her! Shoot all of them!”

You gripped the shotgun more tightly, trying to gasp in breaths, but every expansion of your lungs burned and seared.

“Nope,” came back the soft response. “No Jenson here.”

Your eyes lifted to the roof.

Static over the radio again and a pause. And then: “Call me Gabriel.”

“Fuck,” Leah gasped, dropping her head, clasping onto her wounded arm again.

You were looking at Daryl, tears again dripping down your cheeks, your eyes bright and shining, but a wash of relief replacing the utter fear and resignation of only moments earlier. And Daryl was looking back at you, his boots seemingly still rooted to the ground because he was so overwhelmed. He couldn’t look away from you, not even to check what the other Reapers were up to. With Gabriel on the roof and Maggie holding the pistol, he didn’t think they would try anything. He started toward you and despite the heaviness of your eyelids, the paleness of your skin, the fresh welt near your jaw, the look like you were nearly dead on your feet (thank God only nearly), you gave him a weak smile.

Perhaps that connected gaze between you and Daryl, so obviously full of everything she wouldn’t have, was the final straw, or maybe it was just knowing she’d lost at the last second, lost it all, her family in ruin, Leah attempted one last desperate act.

She pulled a knife from inside her boot with her uninjured arm and propelled herself right toward you.

You weren’t looking at her. You were looking at Daryl. He saw the movement and his face blanched.

You watched as if in slow motion as the glitter of the blade headed toward you. Leah’s face was furious and contorted with a yell. You started to raise the shotgun to your shoulder, your eyes going wide, finger moving to the trigger.

“No!” you heard Daryl scream, pushing off with powerful steps in an attempt to reach Leah before she could get to you, but knowing he didn’t have enough time.

Then, crack, another shot sliced through the air and the next thing you knew you were turning your face away from the sickening spray of blood and gore and her body dropped with a dull and final thud. Gabriel. Gabriel had saved you.

You were vaguely aware of more yelling behind you and two more shots rang out. When Leah fell, the other two Reapers still on their feet took it as a sign for a final fight, but Maggie’s aim was deadly and they fell before they could hardly take a step.

“Y/N!” Daryl barreled into you, taking the shotgun from you and shouting over his shoulder. “Negan!” Negan hurried forward and took it. Daryl glanced at Maggie who was still holding her pistol on Carver who was laying on the ground, a circle of blood expanding beneath his injured leg. All of Daryl’s attention returned to you, his chest aching, his heart still bounding, terror still frosty in his veins. He could see flecks of Leah’s blood spattered on your cheek and the side of your neck. You met his eyes again and yours were wide and fearful. You were trembling. You had nothing left in you. Your knees buckled. Daryl’s arms were around you instantly, helping to support you to the ground gently.

“Whoa, whoa. Hey—it’s okay. It’s okay…” He clasped your face in his hands, brushing his fingers through your hair, studying your expression, feeling you shaking beneath his hands. He pulled the bandana from his back pocket and swiped away the blood on your face and neck. “It’s alrigh’,” he drawled to you, over and over again, holding your face between his hands. “S’okay now… ‘M sorry. ‘M so sorry…” he gasped.

You collapsed against him, tears pouring down your face again and you stifled a sob as best you could as you draped your arms around him and leaned in, felt his strength against you, breathed in his smell. His hands were light on your back, gentle over your face as he clasped it again, pulling back to catch your eyes once more. “‘M so sorry I separated us. This whole plan—‘M so sorry… I can’t believe—I thought—” His eyes grew glassy and his throat tightened until he couldn’t speak anymore. You crumpled further into him, one of your hands landing flat on his chest. You could feel how rushed his heartbeat was and the hurried expansion and contraction of his lungs. You pressed in against the crook of his neck. He held you as tightly as he dared with all your injuries. “‘M so sorry.” He pressed a kiss into your hair and drew in a slow, deep breath. You were okay. You were in his arms. You were okay.

“It’s not your fault,” you gasped. “You didn’t know. You couldn’t have known that she—that she’d—” You broke off. It had been far too close to speak it. “Daryl—I’m sorry that she—that Gabriel had to—”

Daryl shook his head and pulled you against him again, smoothing a hand over your hair. “Don’t be. Turns out I never knew her… and she never knew me. Not really.”

Negan, shotgun in hand, had averted his eyes down toward the dirt to give you and Daryl at least the illusion of privacy but now he spoke up again. “I hate to interrupt, but what are we doing with this asshole?”

“It ends now. Elijah,” Maggie said. “Come here. It’s time.”

You pulled slightly back from Daryl and turned in his arms (he wouldn’t separate completely from you again for some time) to watch Elijah hobble forward and accept the pistol from Maggie with a shaking hand. She helped him until he was standing over Carver, a strange calm coming over Elijah’s face.

“For Josephine,” he said. “For all of them.”

And you tucked your face away against Daryl again. Your fingers curled into the leather of his vest. You’d had enough violence in the past few days to last you for quite some time. He tucked you into him gently and soon your breathing was matched and your heartbeats too.

A final shot rang out and that was the end of the Reapers.

_ _ _ _ _ _

“I wish I had gotten to know him better,” you said softly to Maggie. She was kneeling beside the fresh pile of earth over Alden’s body.

She nodded. “Yeah. Me too. He was a good one. Kind. Smart. Funny. He had a big heart.” She glanced over at Negan. “Ya know, he started as one of them,” she said, catching your eyes. “A Savior.” She straightened up and dusted the earth from her fingers. “But he was just a soldier. He didn’t know what Negan was doin’. Jesus brought him in during the war and he stayed. He became an important part of Hilltop,” she said.

You nodded. “Wish I’d gotten to meet Jesus too.” There was a heavy silence. “So many lost…”

Maggie slung her bow over her shoulder and nodded gravely. “Come on. Let’s get back to the ones waiting for us. It’s been too long away from home again.” She looped her arm through yours and you both walked back to the cart. Daryl straightened up from where he was leaning up against the back.

“I’ve got her,” he drawled, taking your hand. He helped you climb in among the crates and baskets of food as best he could, but you still moved hunched over with a grimace. Your rib was surely broken, and every breath produced a sharp pain. Your jaw was tender and swollen where Leah had hit you with the butt of the shotgun. Your head was sore and pounding. You settled down weightily on the soft makeshift seat of piled blankets Daryl had made for you. He squeezed himself in beside you, draping an arm over your shoulders and tugging you gently into him.

You fell toward him easily, seeking that contact to reassure yourself that he was really right beside you. And miraculously it did seem to alleviate some of your pain. “You could ride up front,” you said, though you truly didn’t want him even that short distance away.

He glanced down at your face where you were leaning against his shoulder and chest. “Not a chance,” he drawled, brushing some stray strands of your hair away from your forehead.

You sunk against him more heavily, sleep already threatening to take you before you were really ready. You yawned. “How’s your shoulder?”

One of the Reapers had managed to get a knife into his shoulder before he met up with you, Maggie, Elijah, and Negan.

“S’fine. Ain’t nothin’.” You’d patched it up for him and knew that wasn’t true. The wound was deep. “Ya should just rest.”

The wagon shifted and you both glanced toward the front to see Negan sitting beside Gabriel now. He glanced back at you and cracked a smile.

“Can I get you anything before we depart? Moss maybe?” he quipped. He seemed truly relieved that you were okay, and even he and Maggie seemed to have come to some tenuous truce for now. Everyone was simply focused on getting home with the food.

You let out a raspy laugh, the rough edge of your voice still reminding everyone of those marks on your neck. “What, are you a chauffer now?”

“No, no. Gabe here is the chauffer, right?” He patted Gabriel on the shoulder with a heavy hand. “I’m the—what the shit were they called? Footman. I’m the footman, and since we’re about to be on the road—” he reached back and grabbed an apple from a large basket. “—I’m off duty,” he said, taking a huge bite and humming with satisfaction. “Take us home, Gabe.”

You rolled your eyes and settled back in against Daryl. Your eyelids were heavy and as the wagon started rocking with the forward motion of the horses, you couldn’t fight it anymore and they fell closed.

Daryl’s fingers lightly brushed your cheek and you hummed a small noise. “Too many times torn apart from ya,” he murmured. You hummed your agreement, though he could tell you were sinking down into the waiting folds of sleep. “Never again. I swear.”

You nuzzled in against the crook of his neck and from the sigh that left you he could tell you’d fallen asleep, battered and bruised, but safe in his arms.

[corrodedcoffinfest]

Week Three: Masterlist

Week Three is over! We're over halfway finished now. You all did so great, and I appreciate your participation so much! This week, we covered 7 prompts and there were 53 total entries: 52 Fics Written, 0 Pieces of Art & 1 Other Works submitted.

Don't forget there is also an AO3 Collection if you'd like to use it!

Color-Coded Ratings Key: General, Teen, Mature, Explicit.

Day Fourteen: And the Winner Is...

Fic Submissions:

take a break to win by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 773 | CW: exhaustion | Tags: overworking, famous corroded coffin, friendship

JULY 14: and the winner is... by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 982 | CW: Strong language, a lot of American football talk and subsequent confusion | Tags: Jeff (Richardson is his last name in this particular story), Eddie, Gareth and Grant, and one very badass Violet Richardson, Jeff's eldest daughter

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 14 - And the Winner Is... by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 616 | Tags: Angst, brief FOI references, introduction of Phil the Manager, Wayne being the best uncle/dad in the world

Getaway Car by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Mild Sexual Themes, Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Steve is to Corroded Coffin Music Videos as Alicia Silverstone was to Aerosmith Videos in the 90s

My Occupation is Syncopation by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Steddie (background) | Tags: banter, Gareth wears glasses, not as often as he should, 90s Corroded Coffin

Day 14: And the Winner Is… by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 518 | CW: mention of poverty and bullying | Pairing: Jason Carver x Tammy Thompson (bear with me here) | Tags: Jason Carver, Tammy Thompson, Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, Grammys, 1990s

The New Generation by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | Pairing: Hellcheer | Tags: It's time for a new generation to take on the talent show at Hawkins Middle School

Day Fifteen: Let's Talk About That Fic Submissions:

homework by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 990 | CW: none | Tags: therapy, gareth pov, personal growth, self-discovery

JULY 15: let's talk about that by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Dustin Henderson. That’s pretty much it. He’s the content warning. Eddie should know better than to listen to his wildly overconfident ideas. There’s also a mention of fire and injury, but no one is seriously hurt. | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Hellfire boys, Nancy Wheeler

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 15 - Let's Talk About That by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 994 | Tags: Older!Eddie, Wayne, Angst, hurt no comfort, death and grief, Eddie-centric, dialogue heavy, Jo pulls a Flanagan for the umpteenth time

Got You Good, Kid by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: CW: Language, Smoking, Mentions of Unplanned Pregnancy, Eddie Being a Bit Lot of a Dick | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/OFC (Off-Screen), Background Steddie | Tags: Modern Day Setting, Road Manager Steve Harrington, Eddie and Gareth are BFFs, But Gareth's Keeping Secrets, So They're Fighting, Fucking Interviewers, Fucking Paparazzi, Fucking Eddie

Day 15: Let's Talk About That by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 877 | CW: mention of vomiting and getting sick (not described), stage fright, takes place in 2024, older Corroded Coffin, loosely based on Joseph Quinn's Tonight Show experience | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, talk show, flashbacks

Stream Punk by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Modern AU - Corroded Coffin hosts a live stream and fans notice you walk through the background

Day Sixteen: Struggling Fic Submissions:

always struggling by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: T | WC: 971 | CW: none | Tags: steddie, post-break up, modern era, open ending but assume they get back together, pre-famous corroded coffin

JULY 16: struggling by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 911 | CW: Strong language, tiny bit of angst, surgery mention but no graphic depictions of, don't worry | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 16 - Struggling by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 901 | Tags: Modern!Corroded Coffin, Older!Corrded Coffin, memes, friendship, bickering and banter, pop culture/social media reference (link at the end of the fic)

Headlines by @thisapplepielife | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: Substance Abuse, Addiction, Minor Mention of Pregnancy | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC, Off-Screen), Minor Steddie | Tags: Clawing Your Way Out Of Rock Bottom, Tough Love, But Love

Day 16: Struggling by @munson-blurbs | Rating: M | WC: 877 | CW: drug abuse (cocaine), alcohol abuse, addiction, some comfort | Tags: Eddie Munson, Jeff, Grant, Gareth, Corroded Coffin, Wayne Munson, addiction, drug and alcohol abuse, tour life

Disenchanted Lullaby by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: depression, chronic pain, referenced drug use | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Eddie Munson, slice of life, introspection, the comedown after touring, loneliness, ennui

This One's For You by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 658 | CW: Language | Tags: A letter from Eddie to you. Yes, YOU.

Day Seventeen: "This One's For You" Fic Submissions:

love doesn't wait by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 685 | CW: implied/referenced sex | Tags: famous corroded coffin, side steddie, jeff's love story, love confessions

Serenade by @medusapelagia | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: None | Pairing: Steddie

JULY 17: this one's for you by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 969 | CW: Grief, loss of a friend | Tags: Hurt/no comfort, Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Elliot

Stayin' Alive by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Mention of Pre-Robin/Vickie | Tags: Post S4, But Eddie Lives, But Is Still Recovering, Getting Together, First Kiss, The Band Has a Surprise For Eddie at The Hideout, Steve Harrington Just Wants To Help, Henderson Too

Know When To Hold 'em by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 999 | CW: death of a parent, depression, grief, referenced drug abuse | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Wayne Munson, Eddie needs a hug, protective Steve, hurt/comfort

Day 17: This One's For You by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 541 | CW: I cried writing this, canon-compliant, breaking the fourth wall | Tags: Eddie Munson, love letter, fanfic writers

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 17 - This One's For You by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 638 | Tags: Grief, Peace, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Intentionally Left Vague, Character Death (You can read it as Eddie visiting his mom OR Jeff visiting Eddie.)

Rock 'n Roll All Night (Or Until Bedtime) by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 1000 | CW: None | Pairing: Eddie x Reader | Tags: Snowed in during a blizzard, Eddie’s daughter Eliza proves just how like him she is.

Day Eighteen: Freak Fic Submissions:

Get Lucky by @mrsjellymunson | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: longing, self-deprecation, ogling, allusions to sex | POV: Grant (Unnamed Freak) | Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, The Hideout

frankie by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 930 | CW: temporary character death | Tags: canon-adjacent events, frankie pov, eddie munson lives

JULY 18: grant by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: chronic illness, celiac disease (which was fucking hard to get a diagnosis in the 90s), a tiny mention of weight loss if you squint, food aversion | Tags: Grant (Unnamed Freak), Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jeff, gn!Reader

Charles III by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: None | Tags: Band Practice, Goodie & Gareth, The Birth of a Nickname, He's Goodie Goodwin the First

The fourth member of the band by @medusapelagia | Rating: T | WC: 994 | CW: None | Pairing: Freak & Eddie

Day 18: Freak by @munson-blurbs | Rating: G | WC: 643 | CW: canon scene, Grant (Freak) is neurodivergent, anxiety | Tags: Grant, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Hellfire, Corroded Coffin

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 18 - Freak by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 961 | Tags: Friendship, new friends, a bit of self deprecation, teenage angst, typical teenage snark, Freak #3 is named Dave, whats the friendship thing where you think someone's a raging bitch/asshole and then that ends up being your best friend? yeah that...

Hello, I've Waited Here For You by @dreamwatch | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: period typical attitudes to women, period typical homophobia, internalised fat shaming, period typical sexism, sexist language | POV: Matt (Freak) | Pairing: Steddie, Matt/OC | Tags: Falling in love, CC is a family, secret relationship

That's Not My Name by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 687 | CW: Language | Pairing: None | Tags: Why is it that no one knows his name?

Other Submissions:

Eugene Faulkner: Fluff Alphabet @hawkinsmafia | Other Type: Character Alphabet | Rating: G | CW: None | Pairing: Eugene Faulkner x Reader (no assumed gender)

Day Nineteen: In the Garage Fic Submissions:

from garage to library by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: M | WC: 930 | CW: mild language | Tags: they're really just trying to make it, they're all idiots

JULY 19: in the garage by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Some douchebag neighbor (typical Hawkins), strong language. No slurs but the dude isn’t real nice. Hashtag SatanicPanic | Tags: Corroded Coffin, Tim Emerson, Douchebag neighbor Marty (def not based on a real life douchebag neighbor Marty from my childhood or anything, nooo)

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 19 - In the Garage by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 690 | Tags: Older!Corroded Coffin (it's the late 90s...), the pure boys will be boys energy, car speak thats probably wrong

Sweet Talkin' Lola by @thisapplepielife | Rating: T | WC: 1000 | CW: Language | POV: Jeff | Pairing: None | Tags: S4, "Welcome to Hellfire" Missing Scene, Misheard Lyrics, Band Practice

Day 19: In the Garage by @munson-blurbs | Rating: G | WC: 732 | CW: Principal Higgins is an ass, anxiety about being accepted, divergent from FoI | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, Principal Higgins, Corroded Coffin

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 322 | Pairing: None

Check Him Out by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: T | WC: 977 | CW: Language | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | Tags: Eddie gets a nice surprise at work when you come in with a car problem.

Day Twenty: Under the Covers Fic Submissions:

under the covers by @steddieas-shegoes | Rating: E | WC: 962 | CW: angst with an unhappy/open ending | Tags: friends with benefits, gareth/eddie, unrequited feelings, anal sex, mention of steddie

JULY 20: under the covers by @the-unforgivenn | Rating: T | WC: 944 | CW: Protected p in v sex, angsty sex, the accidental slip of someone else’s name | Tags: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader, Gareth x unnamed female groupie

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 20 - Under the Covers by @jo-harrington | Rating: T | WC: 937 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC | Tags: Unofficial official Hymn of Heaven, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Eddie is simping hard, Fluff, allusion to monsters and nightmares, DnD references

Louisiana Rain by @thisapplepielife | Rating: E | WC: 1000 | CW: Sex, Brief Mentions of Past Trauma/Loss | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC) | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Marriage, Post-Corroded Coffin, Gareth & Eddie are BFFs, Traveling Sucks, Delayed Flights, Coming Home, That Middle of the Night Quiet

Untitled by @br0ck-eddie | Rating: T | WC: 308 | Pairing: None

Day 20: Under the Covers by @munson-blurbs | Rating: T | WC: 656 | CW: None | Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, Jeff, Erica Sinclair, Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, birthday party, cover band

Safe Haven by @corroded-hellfire | Rating: G | WC: 922 | CW: fear of thunderstorms | Pairing: None | Tags: fear of thunderstorms

Rambin' Gamblin' Man by @dreamwatch | Rating: M | WC: 1000 | CW: period typical homophobia (alluded to) | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: secret relationship, sharp suits, Steve Harrington is stupid for Eddie Munson, Fluff but make it lustful

[01x69homo]

i remember seeing sandman way back when it was released and thinking "wow, the superwholock era of tumblr would've eaten this UP" and now there's a series set in the same universe where a pair of space-and-time(?)-jumping ghosts solve mysteries produced, developed and written by steve yockey and produced by jeremy carver and yeah. i rest my fucking case

[shinelikethunder]

i know that the most convenient shared reference point for splitting SPN into eras is by showrunner, but subjectively, the instinctive way my brain wants to divide it up is into just two shows: six seasons and change of a show powered by whatever the fuck is wrong with kripke and gamble, and then eight or nine seasons of a show powered by whatever the fuck is wrong with dabb and buckleming.

yeah carver was showrunner for some of those and gamble was hanging on by her fingernails in one, but there's... idk, a derailment that happens in s7. where the show's coherence, its plausibility as a continuation that's at least trying to build seamlessly on what came before, kinda falls down and never gets back up again. and this seems driven, not primarily by showrunner agenda (in fact the hallucifer arc is IMO the last shambling remnant of SPN v1), but by dabb/loflin and buckner/ross-leming stepping up as the meat-and-potatoes midseason episode writers + both duos getting bolder (or less tightly edited) about their worst tendencies.

(tbh i'm curious what carver's tenure would've looked like with a different set of writers taking point on the anchor episodes that weren't openers/finales, because haphazard execution of intriguing concepts was like theeee hallmark of s8-11. but all the same. carver and dabb eras and late gamble era feel grouped, to me, by similar implementation issues dragging down distinct overall approaches. aka "whatever the fuck is wrong with dabb and buckleming," which also includes more and more of their personal narrative kinks as the seasons go on.)

anyway none of this has any objective backstop to it that i can point to, beyond "gosh look at where the Writing Crimes Georg duos started getting handed entire mini-arcs." mostly it's just this vibe that s6 and some of s7 were still cooking in s1-5's kitchen? an attachment to the continuity there, which beats out the conceptual tidiness of "kripke era" as a line to draw between "classic" SPN and everything else. or, to be petty and specific, a sense that 7x03 and the dumbshit subplot it instigated were the shark-jump that SPN never even tried to recover from, after which it functionally became a different show that was far more loosely held together than its predecessor.

[kennahjune]

an idea that’s been floating around for a bit

So I had this idea that I wanted to write for my own ocs, but I’m gonna test it out on a Steddie AU first.

Essentially, the MC— in this case Steve— is the prince and heir of the biggest kingdom in the world.

Obviously he’s wanted dead by several other kingdoms.

One of these kingdoms actually gets ballsy enough to send an assassin— probably the Carvers (Jason’s gonna be the first big bad cause I said so). And the assassin in the love interest, aka Eddie.

Except he’s kind of shit at his job, despite the dark and mysterious exterior.

Eddie successfully infiltrates the castle to kill Steve, but when he does finally find him, it’s in the kings chambers.

Basically, Steve killed the king to get the thrown cause he was sick and tired of how shitty he was at ruling.

Eddie walks in on Steve mid-murder of his parents.

Before either can react, however, the fucking castle alarm goes off because of course Eddie accidentally triggered it while entering the castle.

In a flurry of panic Steve seizes Eddie’s arm and drags him with him whilst running.

They stop by the village on their way out to grab Robin and then they’re officially on the run.

I’m not too sure about the journey between but I do know that Vecna’s gonna end up the final boss. He takes the thrown after Steve flees and rules over the kingdom using dark magic. He terrifies the people into respecting him and threatens anyone who defies him with death.

Steve, after gathering the Party while on his journey, takes down Vecna with the help of Eddie and El and finally takes the thrown and leads the kingdom into the first genuinely peaceful era in centuries.

There is this part that I’ve been thinking of where the love interest gets really badly injured in a fight along the journey and comes back kind of different and I thought that would play in really nicely with Kas!Eddie.

This is really just a vague outline, but I do plan on writing it in the future, even if it takes like— forever lol.

[pavus]

PROMPT : Darkspawn. DRAGON AGE 2 ERA. Words: 1472. Characters: Verity & Carver Hawke. Trigger warning for character death.

Carver was sick.

Leandra and Fortune were the ones in their family who took care of the sick. Leandra, with soup and warm towels and a gentle hand. Fortune, with magic and teasing. Your health better improve, he’d say, or you’ll die, and I’ll take all of your stuff. It never failed to spur Carver towards healing, all of the teasing and the fond promises of theft. 

But they were not there, in the Deep Roads, when Carver began vomiting black. They were not there when he began lagging behind, when his limbs grew slow and unwieldy, when his veins darkened close to his skin. They were not there.

It was only Verity.

And Verity did not have a healing touch.

“Just fucking leave me here.”

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