#Wayne and Steve are my fave

[catharusustulatus]

Steddie Drabble, sequel to this post.

TW: child abuse.

Steve doesn’t have much. Eddie had made them a list of things to grab before they’d headed over to the Harrington house, a list of clothes, toiletries, basics and such, with “shampoo” underlined and “bowling pin” circled. They’d borrowed an extra duffel from Marianne across the way, since they didn’t know if trash bags would be enough, and thank god they had, kid sure had a polo collection. But moving it all out of that place - nice car parked yet nobody home, they found, blood still on the carpet - and seeing it stacked up next to Eddie’s exploding menagerie were two different things. And it just seemed to Wayne, well, when Steve was up for it, maybe they’d go to the thrifty mart together.

Steve is quiet, on account of the pain he felt moving his face and the shyness he had shrunken into, having been quickly and sharply beaten and disowned and then thrust into a new life, a new space. Wayne knew it was different, going from a frequent guest who got to put on the charm to a hurting ball of need. To feel like a burden. He saw the same thing happen to Eddie, when he was a child; he changed from an energetic ragamuffin who’d visit Wayne once every couple months to a sad, angry teen who he had to figure out how to live with. But it had worked out. And seeing how gently Eddie cleans Steve’s bruised face, how he changes his whole schedule to take care of Steve, how he cuts fruit for Steve, hearing Eddie whisper Steve to sleep, he thinks it will work out again.

Wayne learns a lot about Steve over the next couple of weeks. He learns how good a cook Steve is, how good he is at making scrambled eggs, tuna melts. How his hair is a source of pride but also seems to show off how he’s doing, like it’s connected to his mood. Some days it’s sky-high and some days it’s flat until Eddie starts whistling up the walk. Wayne loves watching Steve’s hair puff up, his smile grow, and Eddie seems to do the trick. Wayne learns just about every shirt he has is striped, that he can’t hear that well on his left side, that he likes his toast burnt to a crisp.

One morning, a couple weeks after Steve becomes his second duckling, they’re both up early in the kitchen waiting for Eddie to rise. Steve is making bacon and pork sausage, shuffling the meat around and shuffling himself around, like he’s scared to say something. Finally Wayne says “what is it, son?” And Steve starts to cry, one slow beautiful tear down each cheek. He’s been looking better, lately, seeming brighter, but he’s still been holding his breath. It’s time to exhale.

“Thank you. For saving me,” Steve moves the pan to the back burner, meat cooked, looking away. Wayne turns the stove off, and folds Steve into his arms, chuckling. Steve smells like Eddie. Steve smells like Wayne’s tobacco.

“Ain’t no thing about it, boy,” Wayne whispers to Steve, trembling and clutching the spatula. “You’re safe. You’re family.” And he pulls away before he goes softer himself, coughs, turns the stove back on for Steve’s eggs. A small little smile creeps up on Steve’s lips, still shy but an agreement nonetheless. He’s home, making breakfast for those that love him. And later, they’ll go thrifting, get Steve a thicker winter coat, more kitchen tools, some striped pajamas.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

yay!! the gift has been gifted, so here's the little ficlet i wrote for @thefreakandthehair's wedding gift zine!!! congratulations Lex!!!!!

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,313 | rated: G | on AO3: it started with the oven

It started with the oven.

Well, with him complaining about the oven, to be specific. The house those government folks put them up in after everything happened last year was new to them o’course, but nowhere near brand-spankin’. Still had some issues to work out.

“Sorry boys, roast might be a bit crispy on one side. Damn oven is acting up again.” 

Wayne didn’t notice it that first time, but Steve immediately perked up, the look completely throwing off his attempted casualness about what he said next.

“I can help you fix it if you like.”

Without even looking at his nephew, Wayne knows they’re both giving Steve twin looks of confusion.

“You know how to fix an oven? How in the hell do you know how to fix an oven?” Eddie asks, half incredulous, half actually curious.

“I uh…had to figure it out once when ours went out…”

Wayne could hear the rest of that statement clear as day, though Steve stayed quiet after that. “It was either that, or go hungry.” Those goddamn Harringtons…

“Sure thing son, let's let it cool down and we can take a look at it.”

By time dinner is over, Eddie’s disappeared, back to his room to do god knows what while he and Steve pull the oven away from the wall.

The longer they work, the quieter Steve becomes. Knowing what he knows now, it was the nerves about what he wanted to ask, but to the Wayne in the moment, it was just nice to get some help around the house without also hearing loud complaining.

Steve tells Wayne what he’d done before to fix his, and Wayne gives him a couple other tips with other potential problems, and soon, the oven is once again able to heat evenly.

“Looks good, kid,” Wayne says, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder once they’ve got the thing pushed back where it goes.

He turns to put away his tool box, leaving the young man to do whatever it is he normally does with his nephew (gross), when Steve’s voice stops him.

“Wayne?”

“Hm?” 

Steve falls quiet again, so Wayne turns, taking in Steve’s uncharacteristically anxious demeanor and now pale complexion.

“I–” Steve looks him in the eye, but only briefly. His gaze drops to the dirt on his hands, which he brushes off. “Nothing, just–thanks.” he finishes with a small smile, heading down the hall immediately after.

Wayne shrugs, going back to his toolbox. Odd. But whatever; glad to be of help with…whatever it was he helped with.

—

The next time, it was the front porch.

Luckily not ‘cause of anyone fallin’ through or anything, just about high time he got those front few planks replaced before someone does.

He says as much to his boys at dinner a few weeks after he and Steve fixed the oven, and Eddie volunteers himself for moral support.

“You just wanna see me shirtless and sweaty.” Steve accuses.

“Correct. Moral Support.” Ed sweeps his hand out and leans back in his chair.

“Do I hafta be shirtless too?”

Both boys loudly protest in answer, fake gags and all.

He and Steve get to work tearing out the old rotted boards a couple days later, and as expected, Eddie makes himself scarce within an hour. Something about “You guys workin’ this hard is making me thirsty. I’m gonna go grab milkshakes.”

“Moral Support my ass...” Wayne mumbles, shaking his head fondly.

Again, not long after Eddie’s gone, Steve’s easy conversation peters off; and again, Wayne just assumes he’s not quite used to being around him alone, or that he just prefers comfortable silence over chatter (something Wayne himself can appreciate).

He does come back in, however, after a long lull. “Wayne, I wanted to ask…”

Wayne doesn’t find out what Steve wanted though, as Eddie’s van rattles up the road at that moment, the promise of a cool treat too good to pass up for chattin’ with his boyfriend’s Uncle.

Though, as he watches Steve help Eddie out of the van, grabbing the milkshakes (and a quick kiss) from his boy, Wayne thinks he already knows what it is Steve was gonna ask.

And what his answer would be.

—

The third and final time was definitely the time.

This time, there was no pretense. Wayne and Steve weren’t already working on something together, no current excuse to talk without Eddie nearby. It was a Thursday evening and Wayne was alone at home about to head in for a shift.

Opening the door to a knock was weird though. Steve basically lived here, so opening the door to his wide-eyed, pale face was a shock.

“Steve? What’re knocking for, boy?”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just–I’m–”

“You ‘right, son? C’mon inside now..” Wayne coaxes the kid inside, and Steve takes his shoes off automatically, lining them up along the messy pile of Eddie’s shoes just inside the door.

“Eddie’s at the Emersons’ y’know.” Wayne says, plopping back into his previously abandoned armchair.

“Y-yeah, I know, I just dropped him and Henderson off there for their game.”

They both fall quiet then. 

Steve rubs the back of his neck nervously, and Wayne waits patiently.

…Okay, maybe not that patiently.

“Now look, Steve, not that I don’t appreciate spendin’ time wit’cha, ‘cause I do, but it seems t’me you came here for a reason.”

Steve’s gaze snaps up, mouth agape. “How’d you–nevermind.” he clears his throat and continues.

“Mr. Munson–”

“Nope, none’a that, not even for this. M’name’s Wayne, son.” He enjoys throwing Steve off sometimes, alright? Sue him.

All the breath in Steve’s lungs seems to escape at once and he smiles slightly, visibly relaxing just a tad. 

Good.

“Wayne, Eddie and I have been dating for over a year now…obviously…you know that..”

“Is that what you two’ve been doin’? I thought you two were just the best of buds.”

This time, Steve actually laughs. “Shut up, I’m nervous, okay?”

“I know y’are, kiddo.”

He takes another settling breath, much calmer now, and continues. “I love him, Wayne. More than anything in my life.

“I know it’s not for real, I know, but I want him, and you, to know that I mean this to be forever. That if I could, I would marry him tomorrow.” Steve chuckles to himself at that, “Probably would’ve months ago, to be honest.

“All this to say—to ask! Ask…” he shuffles nervously again.

‘You got this, Steve, you’re almost there.’ Wayne thinks encouragingly at him.

As if he could hear him, Steve steels himself, looks Wayne in the eye, and (finally) says:

“Wayne, I would like your blessing to propose to Eddie.” He takes another short breath and presses on. “And I don’t want to hear anything about “Why’re you askin’ me, he’s not my kid.” or some crap, either. You’re the most important person in his life, and always will be. It may not be important to you, but it is to me… That you approve, I mean.”

Okay, he knew it was coming. But the added impassioned (and unnecessary) speech that came with it was a surprise. As if Steve was willing to fight Wayne for thinking Wayne wasn’t important to Eddie. 

He stands, hefting himself out of the sunken springs of his chair, and immediately pulls Steve in for a hug.

“Good speech, son.” he says, squeezing the kid tightly for a moment before adding on, “Though I don’t think there was a single question mark in that whole rant o’yours.”

Steve laughs into his shoulder, beaming his wide bright smile when they separate.

“Do I have your blessing or not, old man?” he snarks, pulling a bellowing laugh out of Wayne.

“That’s more like it!” He claps a hand onto Steve’s shoulder. “And of course y’have it, Steve…

“I’d be proud to call you a Munson.”

you can read this one and the whole rest of the collection here!

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

Max Steve Eddie Wayne tiny little found family when??????

[capsrecedinghairline]

Batman; my favorite DC hero: “I will never take a life. I will never cross that line. Literally nothing and no one, including great personal danger to myself and my most loved ones, could make me compromise on this single rule: I do. Not. Kill.”

Captain America; my favorite Marvel hero: *indiscriminately decapitates Nazis with the lethal weapon he carries at all times* *kicks down walls and stomps into enemy bases with a grenade launcher* *repurposes motorcycles into explosives* *goes scorched earth for his lifelong friend over and over even and especially at the risk of his own life* *expresses mild disappointment, at best, at the use of excessive force*

[trinittyy]

fic recs

just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.

note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.

divider by @firefly-graphics

toxic affection - @love-toxin

warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship

pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader

literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr

but this was one of the first I found and it's epic

what's your escape - @gotnofucks

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con

pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader

the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader

she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way

infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist

warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con

pairing: dark!clark kent x reader

poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man

sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.

naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18

warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con

pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader

guilty pleasure series

hate to love ransom but I can't help it

what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside

warnings: dub-con, character death

pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader

royal au

love me a good jealous steve

plot twist shocked the shit outta me

smut was out of this fucking world

love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist

warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con

pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader

modern vampire au (what's not to love there)

this actually made me cry like a bitch

ongoing series

sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.

kryptonite - @cherienymphe

warnings: non-con, obsession

pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader

the build-up and tension gave me actual chills

trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine

warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap

pairing: wayne munson x reader

guilty pleasure fic

absolute filthy smut

wrath of the dragon - @straywords

warnings: non-con, chasing

pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader

yet another down bad man

overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior

pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader

there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues

anxious - @syntheticavenger

warnings: stalking, kidnapping

pairing: dark!peter parker x reader

tasm peter

cutest in a way lol little fic

the dream that got away - @dotieeee

there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one

warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession

pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera

probably the first dark fic about morpheus

each chapter was a masterpiece

and i still haven't seen the show lol

thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger

warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage

pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader

a funny little unhinged lloyd fic

rsvp - @syntheticavenger

warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)

sequel to the fic listed above

lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering

[lexirosewrites]

You asked for more about S/G and I don’t want to do my homework. So let’s go.

The version of sentinels that shows up the most in fic - no idea if it’s accurate to the original source - is that sentinels have low key super powers, faster reactions, better senses, stronger, and a very very strong protective instinct. The other side of the coin is that they can zone and get stuck in a sense. What counts as a sense varies, but my faves are when they basically get so fixated on something they get a little feral, increasingly freaking out, and then they drop into a zone, and dissociate into their own mind.

It’s dangerous for them because they have a really hard time getting out on their own. So starvation, etc is a risk. Sentinels also get a reputation as dangerous because if something does set them off, they’re likely to hurt someone, whether the threat was real or not because they’re generally stuck in an Always On state.

Other side of this is Guides. They’re supposed to be the calming anchor for sentinels. Literally the one to Guide them out of a zone, or guide them when they need to go into a serious crisis. Depending who writes it, guides are just a helping hand for sentinels, or they can very mildly effect everyone, diffusing situations and having a really good sense of emotions and danger. I’ve also seen where the Sentinel can pull energy out of their guide to win a fight when things get really bad.

There’s also a thing where they aren’t quite soulmates, but there are pairs who are much much better matches and work better together.

As for the known/unknown divide. If it’s a world where S/G are known, then society has all those expectations, you watch kids, especially kids of lineages, for indication of being one. Or, they’re known but only show up when needed. Which puts them somewhere in the mythical category. Third option is that society has no idea about these guys at all and only secret societies know.

You can see how it stacks on Omegaverse right? And how the assumption would be that alphas are sentinels?

So in a combo situation for Steddie, I’d go with a society that doesn’t really call them Sentinels and Guides, considers that a fairytale, but does know that sometimes there are alphas who are More Alpha, and omegas who are More Omega. Because the correlation for that kind of combo is the most likely.

The lineages are suuuper long, like, two or three generations between Sentinels or Guides showing up is fast. The lineage carries the potential though, if you have the right set of genes it’s a really mild effect, but if the right kind of stresses hit you at the right time, it can activate you.

Now then. Steddie. They’re not the right combination. They’re the kind that just makes them weird.

Steve is an omega, but is more aggressive in his protective nature than others. He’s always been able to push around the alphas, but he’s also a bit beloved in school because hes an absolute bitch and ruins the social life of anyone he decides has hurt someone. (This means he’s basically blind to how Tommy and Carol treat others, or he believes the stories they tell him)

Eddie is an alpha but has always been too soft, too caring, too worried about how others feel. His dad hates him for it. Eddie gets activated wayyyy too young, like, 8 or 9, when his mom has a breakdown and Eddie desperately needs to fix it. When he moves in with Wayne and is at Hawkins schools all the time, he doesn’t know why he’s obsessed with Harrington, and hates how confused he feels about him. Like he’s supposed to be his alpha and protect him, but also like he should let Steve take the lead. So. He stays the hell away from him.

Steve wouldn’t notice Eddie at all. He’s just that weird kid with his cluster of weirdos. Steve doesn’t activate until the demogorgon. He’s felt off, all twitchy and paranoid since Barb, the first time the monster got close enough to ping his latent senses, but it’s not until he sees the Demogorgon, until he runs, that he activates. He’s at his car, and his alpha Nancy told him to leave, and his entire world shifts. No idea what’s happening, but he has to go back and keep them safe, he has to fight that thing.

That’s as much contact for a stack as I have for you. You can totally think it should be a different set up or situation. Or hate it entirely. But I like the way it makes both Steve and Eddie wrong according to their designation and the way they’d be all kinds of confused about each other.

oooh okay yeah this makes more sense now. i love learning about different AUs that i have no experience with because they’re always so creative and complex.

and of course steddie are the wrong kinds and subsequently make a mess of things! are they really steddie if things are easy for them?😭

[gatorbites-imagines]

sometimes i think about writing about my faves as fat guys but i fear the reaction id get. but the way retired steve rogers or bruce wayne flashes through my minds eye... its gotta be an incubus at this point.

[steddieunderdogfics]

For a regular fic rec: skin and scar by ghosttotheparty (https://archiveofourown.org/works/54144838). One of my faves, I think I've read it at least 3 or 4 times.

skin and scar by ghosttotheparty

@ghosttotheparty

Rating: Mature

14,042 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Childhood Sweethearts, Angst, Boys In Love, First Kiss, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Love Confessions, Reunions, First Time, Emotional Sex, Found Family, how is found family not a tag option, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Love in all its forms, Permanent Injury, Disabled Eddie Munson, Gay Steve Harrington, POV Multiple, idk how to tag this, pure unbridled pain, thabbie thinks im a sadist, <3

Summary:

“I’m hiding.” Steve’s voice breaks, and he gestures to his chest. “I’m hiding. That’s all I fucking do, Eddie, it— it’s all I’m ever going to do.” And they’re quiet. They both realize at the same time that this is it. That they don’t get anything else after this, that they don’t get each other. ——— or; Steve and Eddie fell in love young.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

i have another hc for you if you like! this is one of my faves ever since i saw someone call wayne "tio shaped" 😆: Eddie being at least partially hispanic/latinx (i lean toward hispanic) and being fluent in spanish; i LOVE the idea of him either sweet talking or just saying the absolute filthiest stuff to steve in spanish and steve gets robin to help him learn spanish in secret (just for a bit at least) so he can know what eddie’s been saying to him

(i wrote a little drabble of this idea before here, but i would love to see your take on it too!!!!)

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL GO READ NOELLE'S POST BECAUSE IT'S GREAT WORK 10/10.

Second of all, I don't know more than the most basic Spanish. I am relying on Google Translate, which we all know is not reliable. If something sticks out as being completely wrong, please let me know.

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"Okay, that's good!"

"Robin, you don't have to talk to me like I'm a kid," Steve said, but hid the blush on his cheeks at the praise.

"Eddie estará tan impresionado," she said with a knowing smirk.

"Eso espero."

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Robin left him with some study cards to practice being less formal with his Spanish, told him that Eddie and Wayne were used to conversational and familiar vocabulary and grammar. The last thing she wanted was for him to sound like he was reading from a textbook.

So he sat on his couch, studying, probably more than he ever studied for anything else in his life.

He needed to do this right.

He jumped when the front door opened unexpectedly, shoving his study cards between the cushions and hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice the corner of one sticking out.

"Dios, cómo te ves tan bien sentado ahí?" Eddie said mostly under his breath.

But Steve heard it.

He didn't just hear it, he mostly understood it.

"Sólo estoy usando sudaderas," Steve replied, much easier than he expected to.

Eddie's eyes got impossibly wider, his mouth opening in shock.

"Did you just speak Spanish?" Eddie asked.

"Sí."

"How-" Eddie cleared his throat. "How long have you known Spanish?"

"Not long. Robin's been teaching me," Steve shrugged.

"But like...how long?" Eddie seemed nervous, avoiding eye contact completely.

"If you're worried about things you've been saying, I still don't know enough to figure most of what I can kind of remember out," Steve said.

That was true, too. He barely remembered most of what Eddie had been saying over the last few months, definitely couldn't get the pronunciation right anyway to ask Robin and only some of the words had come up in their lessons.

But what he said today, at least a lot of it, was clear to Steve and that made him feel pretty confident that he'd been reading Eddie's feelings correctly.

"Lo decias en serio?" Steve asked, stuttering a bit with nerves.

"Por supuesto."

"Um. Beso?" Steve knew that wasn't right, but his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders.

"Claro, puedo besarte, cariño."

Steve let out a whimper when Eddie pulled him to his feet, cupped the back of his neck in his hand, and licked into his mouth like he'd been waiting years for this moment.

"You've been learning Spanish for me?" Eddie asked breathlessly when he finally managed to pull away.

"I'm trying. For you and Wayne."

Translations: Eddie estará tan impresionado - Eddie will be so impressed Eso espero - I hope so Dios, cómo te ves tan bien sentado ahí? - God, how do you look so good just sitting there? Sólo estoy usando sudaderas. - I'm just wearing sweats Lo decias en serio? - Did you mean it? Por supuesto. - Of course Beso - Kiss Claro, puedo besarte, cariño. - Sure, I can kiss you, sweetheart

[thisapplepielife]

Thanks so much to @astrangersummer for hosting this event!

This is my own master list of all 18 fics I submitted.

I decided to venture a little bit outside of my regular Steddie comfort zone, and challenged myself to write from the POV of 18 different Stranger Things characters during this event, picking a new one for each week/prompt. The vast majority, I'd never written from their POV before, or very little, so that was really fun and I enjoyed it.

The Steddie fics got more eyeballs on 'em, but I'm not surprised by that, because that's what I usually write, lol. But, if you have any interest in reading some Stranger Things fics from the perspectives of other characters, give this list a scan for your faves. They might be here!

Week #1 - Short Shorts: Who Wears Short Shorts? - (Eddie) - Steddie, Platonic Stobin | M | 1469 words

Week #2 - Afternoon Naps: One Nap at a Time - (Gareth) - Gareth & Eddie, Gareth & Steve, Steddie | T | 1992 words

Week #3 - Flowers: What You Need For Today - (Lucas) - Lumax, Dustin, Erica, Steve | T | 1400 words

Week #4 - Camping: You Hear That? - (Robin) - Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie, Corroded Coffin | T | 3850 words

Week #5 - Constellations: Imagine the Stars - (Max) - Max | T | 680 words

Week #6 - Ice Cream: Set Sail on Your Ocean of Flavor - (Chrissy) - Platonic Stobin (Steddie? Hellcheer? Buckingham? Cheerscoops? You can decide.) | T | 2560 words

Week #7 - Laugh: Dude Is Happy - (Jonathan) - Jonathan, Argyle | T | 1010 words

Week #8 - Ocean Waves: Sink Back Into the Ocean - (Billy) - Billy | T | 228 words

Week #9 - Where It All Started or Different Meeting AU: Save It For a Rainy Day - (Wayne) - Wayne, Eddie, Steve | T | 1950 words

Week #10 - "I'm a great driver!": One Little Mistake - (Dustin) - Dustin & Steve, Mike, Lucas | T | 791 words

Week #11 - Sunglasses The Remnants - (Karen) - Karen Wheeler, Steve Harrington | T | 898 words

Week #12 - Forgotten: Feels Like Karma - (Barb) - Barb, Nancy, Steve, Tommy H. & Carol. Background Stancy | M | 483 words

Week #13 - Cat or Farmer's Market: Cat Distribution System - (Argyle) - Argyle, Jonathan | T | 587 words

Week #14 - "Can you hear me?" Just the Facts - (Erica) - Erica, Steve | T | 813 words

Week #15 - Modern AU: Tip Your Driver - (Steve) - Steve, Eddie, Wayne | T | 4115 words

Week #16 - Concert or Rain: Firing on All Cylinders - (Jeff) - Jeff, Goodie, Gareth, Steve, Eddie | T | 3000 words

Week #17 - "I can't believe you!" Of All the Gin Joints - (Nancy) - Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie | T | 1938 words

Week #18 - Summer Fruit: She Still Wants More - (Eleven) - Eleven (Background Hopper, Mike) | T | 448 words

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

🎵 - what kind of music do they listen to? Asking for all.

oh I have been WAITING for someone to ask this!!!! (ily nonnie 💕)

💙 - lots of pop, 2000's-2010's music, and slut music. Leo's playlist consists of: Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Ayesha Erotica, Millionaires, Nelly Furtado, Katy Perry, MARINA, Britney Spears, and Chappell Roan

❤ - Lots of metal, punk rock, and a touch of industrial. Alex's playlist consists of: Nine Inch Nails, Ghost, Misfits, Slipknot, Dead Kennedy's, Suicidal Tendencies, Metallica, and Black Flag

💜- Dubstep and electronic (obvi), but also vocaloid, hyperpop, goth, and new wave, with a bit of musical soundtracks (I like to think his faves are SIX and Hamilton bc yknow history). Donnie's playlist consists of: Daft Punk, Hatsune Miku, Bauhaus, Rebzyyx, Sohodolls, Siouxxie and the Banshees, Molchat Doma, Crystal Castles, 100 gecs, S3RL, and various hyperpop artists (too tired to remember any rn)

💛 - Lots and lots of indie and alternative pop. Ivy's playlist consists of: Penelope Scott, Lana Del Ray, Beach House, Mitski, Steve Lacey, TV Girl, SALES, Beach Bunny, Roar, Cavetown, Egg, and The Neighborhood

💗 - Boy bands, 80's and 90's music. Miley's playlist consists of: Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, One Direction, Ace of Base, Micheal Jackson, and anything 80's and 90's pop.

💤 - Dad rock and music a teenage boy would absolutely listen to. Freddie's playlist consists of: Weezer, Green Day, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sublime, AD/DC, Fountain of Wayne, Bo Burnham, Bloodhound Gang, Nirvana, and Lonely Island.

💥 - Riot Grrrl and sapphic music. Aprils playlist consists of: Bratmobile, Bikini Kill, Grrrlwood, Girl in Red, Chappell Roan, Le Tigre, Destroy Boys,Mommy Long Legs, and Hands Off Gretal.

Its basically my music taste dived into subcategories lol

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

if we lived on the moon.

Not for the first time, Steve Harrington wishes he lived anywhere but Hawkins, Indiana.

He spots Eddie walking toward him down the grocery store aisle where he’s been waiting for him, shifting a can of baked beans from one hand to the other, dimples on full display. 

“Got ‘em! Found the last can, they were shoved all the way to the back of the shelf, can you believe it? Had to reach all the way back.” Eddie stops short where Steve stands with his hands on the shopping cart handle. His eyes raise from the can in his hands to Steve’s face, smile widening. “I can’t wait to make you Wayne’s famous wieners and beans. It was all I would eat when I first moved in with him.” Eddie’s eyes sparkle while he talks, remembering, gaze still on Steve as he leans down to place the can in the bottom of the cart. His smile softens and Steve is transfixed, frozen in place, nearly breathless. “Guess it reminded me of my mom,” he finishes in a near-whisper. It makes Steve wish he’d known him when they were kids, that they’d grown up together and seen each other in every moment of their lives.

As Eddie leans back up out of the cart, a lock of hair falls across his face. Steve’s hand itches to reach out and tuck it behind his ear for him. He glances around, covertly and quickly. Finding their aisle empty, he gives in to his impulse and allows his fingers to brush Eddie’s hair away from his eyes for him before dropping it back onto the cart handle. Eddie blushes, just a little, and brings his own hand up to pull that same hair in front of his face, suddenly bashful. 

Maybe it isn’t any where he wants to be. Maybe it’s an any when. Maybe in a year—or two or three or ten—he can touch his boyfriend’s hair without looking over his shoulder to be sure there’s no one watching. Maybe in a year—or two or three or ten—he can grocery shop holding Eddie’s hand and no one will say anything at all. Maybe in ten years, he’ll be allowed to kiss Eddie right in the center of Hawkins where anyone could see them and no one would even care. Maybe then they’ll be allowed to have their date nights at the diner like everyone else, instead of tucked away in the trailer with mismatched candlesticks for a centerpiece and the radio playing their well-worn mixtapes, the ones Steve knows by heart. Maybe it’s just a matter of waiting it out. Maybe then—if he believes in this bright, beautiful future when—he won’t be forced to leave everything behind just to be allowed to love Eddie out in the open, where everyone could see. 

They turn to leave the aisle, finished with their shopping, but before they exit the deserted space completely, Steve feels the brush of Eddie’s knuckles against his own as he pushes the cart in front of him, like a butterfly: there suddenly, gentle and then gone.

He has to believe in anywhere and any when.

"i'd hold your hand if we lived on the moon, walking down the avenue. we'd never think twice about who we'd offend and we'd never say we're just friends. no, we'd never say we're just friends. all that i know is i want you forever and nothing like this could be wrong. if people on earth think that they know us better than we do, then i'll live on the moon with you."

is this anything? i obviously didn't know how to end it lol. i'm having big gay sad feelings tonight about homophobia. i rarely write in a universe where homophobia exists, because these are my barbies and i'm the god of this gay little world, but i'm extra sad today. hope you enjoyed this or something. idk. who are ur fave openly gay musicians? i like boygenius, muna, fletcher, etc. trying to get away from u know who, give me recs!!!! ok bye.

[ladykailitha]

Ok so I've finally got into all of them, but first up is my fave, werewolf Steve!!!

(The pack after last week)

Yeaaaahhh...Steve is not having a good time. Poor bastard.

WIP Wednesday. Make me write!

Snippet

Weres were supposed to shift for the first time when they hit puberty. Early teens for most of them. But to not shift until you were eighteen was just begging for the Were to go insane.

“Fucking hell, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie groaned. “Whoever this is playing a long ass game. Jesus Christ. They were hoping he would go crazy, ending the Harrington line for good. So what happened?”

Wayne licked his lips. “Steve ran to me. He was frightened. Terrified out of his mind. Old Mack nearly shot the poor bastard as he came tearing through the trailer park.”

“Jesus H. Christ...” Eddie whispered.

[shares-a-vest]

💖 Fic Writing Review 2023 💖

I was tagged by @penny00dreadful @rocknrollsalad @cranberrymoons and @unclewaynemunson Thanks everyone! You all smashed it in 2023. Here's to more words wording and fun fandom times with our faves.

Tbh, it took me a good month minute to work out how to do this, seeing as I don't post much to ao3 (something I intend on mending in 2024). I'm very much going with the 'feel free to show whatever stats you like' aspect of the rules.

But before all that, I'd like to use this post as an opportunity to acknowledge everyone who enjoys my writing. I kinda just fell into writing in this fandom and discovered that I love it!

I'm also sending love and appreciation to my beloved moots and everyone in the stwg discord server. Here's to another year of creating, sharing and interacting 💖

This fandom really is my happy place a lot of the time, a much-needed creative outlet and a space where I can talk to people who let me be my silly little old self.

I have so much I want to write in 2024 (including some in-the-works stuff listed below). One goal I know I have in 2024 is to write what I'll temporarily title, 'The Origin of Joanie Munson'. I would really like to knuckle down and write a looonnnggg fic this year that would tell that story.

Anyway, enough of me talking, I'll stop before I get too sappy...

Top 5 Posts by Notes:

Wayne and Claudia to Steve's Rescue

I'm Dating Garfield

My Prince

Eddie gets stuck in Steve's shower after the power goes off

Eddie Munson: Sparkly Vampire Boyfriend

Proudest Work & Reflections:

Wayne and Steve get hearing aids: This post was very much inspired by my pop's ongoing struggle with his hearing aids. HoH Steve is a beloved headcanon of mine so I was happy to receive so much love for a little ficlet that came from a very real place.

Steve spends Father's Day with the Buckleys: If there's one Steve trope I will write, it's Steve Has Bad Parents™. I always find myself writing this trope and getting Steve all sad and angsty as a personal coping mechanism/outlet for irl Dad Stuff™. I was a pile of goo over the tags and comments saying this ficlet resonated with readers! We really are just out here projecting onto our blorbos to get through shit.

Joanie Munson's First Word: I love my Joanie Munson AU. And one thing I love writing into it is Wayne being a doting Grandpa. It was a WIP for quite a while and I remember waking up at like 3am, unable to sleep and bam I finished it, proving that sometimes it's worth letting something linger in the drafts until the moment strikes.

My Fandom Events in 2023 (I did a sprinkling of others, but these I completed/worked on consistently):

Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge SPRING and SUMMER

Steddie Week 2023

Steddiemas

Upcoming Works & Events (aka, next in the pipeline):

Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge WINTER

Clarkson Mixtape Fic

STWG Hozier Project

Tagging some precious moots (plus those above) to send my love and good New Year vibes to! @thefreakandthehair @tboyeddie @steventhusiast @imfinereallyy @hbyrde36 @spicysix @momotonescreaming @withacapitalp @farahsamboolents @hellion-child @sidekick-hero (also feel free to do this tag game too if you'd like/haven't already!)

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

[stinkybrowndogs]

On the last audiobook on my current to read list, and i am looking for more recs!

Here is what ive read and enjoyed this last several months:

Fiction

- Adrian Tchaikovsky's Children of Time series and dogs of war

- project hail mary and the martian by andy weir (finally read them... space books of all time)

- a short walk through a wide world by douglas westerbeke

- recurssion and dark matter by blake crouch (situations so fucked up its entertaining)

- the very secret society of irregular witches by sangu mandanna (very sweet similar vibes to house on the cerulean sea)

- martha wells murderbot series

- the pull of the stars by emma donoghue

- station Eleven by emily st john mandel (altered my brain chemestry)

- remarkably bright creatures by shelby van pelt (i loved this one. It was so sweet and funky)

- basically all of T.J. Klune and T. Kingfishers works

- becky chambers monk and robot series

Nonfiction

-just mercy by brian stevenson

- empire of pain by patrick radden keefe

- every tools a hammer by adam savage (highly reccomend for practical creative advice)

- jesus and john wayne by kristen kobes du mez

- braiding sweetgrass by robin wall kimmerer

- hood feminism by mikki kendall

- im glad my mom died by jeanette mcCurdy

Theres more im happy to share but these were my faves and any book suggestions are welcome!

I have a few that i cant get as audiobooks from libby, so they r on my waitlist for when i have $

My current wishlist:

-breathing fire by jaime lowe

- the rise and fall of dinosaurs by steve brusatte (also the rise and reign of mammals)

- the quiet damage by jesselyn cook

- everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily austin

- paleofantasy by marlene zuk

- finna by nino cipri

- star splitter by matthew j kirby

Anyway. Books.

[enam3l]

It's Rockstar!Eddies Birthday and his s.o. has organised an suprise party. What is his reaction and who will attend? 🖤 ( PS: Love your work)

i love this one, it might be my fave request! so naturally i got far too into it and it's no where near a blurb!!

the wish (rockstar eddie x reader) ficlet / fluff / the whole gang / cute joyce

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

The problem with dating a rockstar was there was always a party to attend. Eddie was inundated with invites every week: post-gig parties, promotional parties, venue launches and old school house parties. After a couple of months of fame, all those parties just feel the same. This made planning what to do for Eddie's first birthday with you so difficult. There was no denying, your man loved a party but at heart, Eddie was intimate; he felt most comfortable and content with the people he loved the most. 

For nearly all of his life, birthdays were often just another day for an Eddie Munson. His mom gone before he could really remember the occasion and his dad too wasted to remember the actual date. But with Wayne, Eddie's birthday was the only date he ever remembered. Frequently, Wayne often forgot when his own birthday was but his nephews was etched into his brain. Holidays weren't an option at his workplace and money was always tight. Therefore, every year before Eddie could wake up, the older man would go to the bakery the moment it opened and get one cupcake. When Eddie would wake up, he'd be met with a grinning Wayne (a rare sight) a glass of chocolate milk and the prized cupcake with a flickering candle. Despite being told not to, Wayne would scrimp and save throughout the year, any change found down the sofa or in a pocket was added to Eddie's birthday fund. Between each birthday he would gather an amalgamation of trinkets for his nephew, curiosities found in junk shops, cool t-shirts from charity shops and always whatever latest record he'd seen Eddie eye up through the store window. 

Once the candle was out, Eddie would head to school and Wayne to bed for his night shift later. Ignoring his uncles protests, he'd save the cupcake for later; the pair halving it in the evening before Wayne went to work. 

School was spent head down, quieter than usual in a desperate attempt for the student body to never know his birthday and draw more attention to himself. Once he had Hellfire and later the gang, this was still understood by them. The word 'birthday' wasn't uttered until the bell rang and they'd meet at the picnic table and pass some birthday joints around. Hellfire would club together to get gifts that would aid their campaigns, Eddie always insisted if they must get him a gift then it has to be something useful they can all enjoy. So they'd get a new manual, some figurines or cool dice. Then, nicely stoned they'd to Gareth's, curb their munchies with pizza and watch a film. 

The gang entering Eddie's life was the first time people truly made a fuss of his birthday. Heartfelt gifts were bought for him and he could never believe it. Even now he struggles to believe he has people who know and care about him so much that they would spend money on him and on things he'd treasure forever and never buy himself. Then, a real party was thrown at Steve's sprawling house. A tradition held up even once Corroded Coffin moved to New York and made it. Birthdays were always spent in Hawkins. Although whenever Eddie returned back to the city, an unnecessarily extravagant party was thrown by the label. Eddie would watch the bustling room full of people he barely knew who were merely enticed by a the promise of a good time - but it was never his own idea of a good time. 

Without fail, every years wish as he blew out the candle whether it be on Wayne's cupcake, a homemade masterpiece by the gang or a gaudy 4ft cakey monstrosity ordered by his management, the wish was always the same. Eddie wished to have someone by his side. Last birthday, the wish was finally heard. Eddie met you at the beginning of 89 and now November had come back around and he was about to spend his birthday with someone he was in love with, for the first time ever.  

After knowing about Eddie's past birthdays, you decided exactly what he deserved. As per tradition, he travelled back down to Hawkins although this time with you by his side. Sneakily, you'd suggested spending the night before sleeping over at Wayne's so they could have his birthday morning together. When you attempted to slip out the house, you were cornered by your boyfriend, squinted eyes scanning your face in suspicion. 

'Where do you think you're going?'

You put on your best poker face. 

'Letting you have some father son time! Catch up with your old man whilst I do some errands,' you smiled innocently. 

Eddie put on his sulkiest pout.

'But I wanna spend my day with my girl, for the first time everrrr,' he whined. 

'And you will! I'm all yours just give me a couple of hours!'

You put on your sweetest face that he couldn't say no to, pecked him and swept out the door. You slipped away to Eddie's own house in Hawkins. It was beautiful and just very Eddie. Back in New York you now had an apartment together but the status of  where you stood concerning his house was unknown. He'd told you how it had always been his dream house and one day it finally went on sale and he bought it. Eddie was adamant one day this is where he would have a family - when he said this you hoped it was with you. But for now, the house was the venue for this evening. No ragers or anything, you'd decided to have something special because that's what he deserved. A big meal sat down with the people he loved and who loved him the most. 

For November, the weather was good. Nice, dry and not too chilly. So as you'd been with Eddie, the gang had been setting up in accordance to your meticulous instructions. A long table was set outside on the patio in the large garden, prepared with blankets and a bonfire blazing to keep everyone warm throughout the evening. The table set with candle sticks and various decorations; a banquet fit for a dungeon master. For weeks you'd pestered everyone in Eddie's life to discover his favourite meals and snacks and tonight, that's exactly what he was getting. Just an intimate night with his favourite food and favourite people, the only interloper was a chef you'd hired who had been amused at the bizarre and varying menu.

The house was littered with balloons and banners. The living area set up with a makeshift bar and space cleared for a little dance floor, stereo system set up with Eddie's favourite songs and patio doors wide open out onto the table and crackling fire. It was perfect, just right for the perfect man. The final touches were adding the name cards to the table: the birthday boy, yourself, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Max, Lucas, El, Will, Mike, Joyce, Hopper and Wayne. Eddie would do something with the Corroded Coffin boys when he went back to New York. 

Admiring everyone's hard work, you practically squealed and called your helpers over. Steve, Robin, Dustin and Joyce had been working overtime on the whole thing whilst you'd distracted Eddie. 

'Thank you so much guys, it's absolutely perfect. Better than I imagined. I hope he loves it,' your hands clasped together under your chin, giddy with excitement and nerves. 

'Of course!' Robin beamed. Dustin nodded in agreement, 'It's so sick, he won't believe it.' After a quick see you later, they both went off to do some last minute jobs. Leaving you with Steve and Joyce. Joyce took your hand sweetly. 

'It's really beautiful, Y/N... all of this. What you've done for him, I hope you know,' she squeezes your hand and gives you a loving smile. After he'd narrowly escaped the Upside Down, Eddie finally met the Byers. A kinship quickly forming between himself and the boys who he saw himself both in. As for Joyce, she took one look at him and tucked him under her wing - she knew when a boy needed a mother. 

Steve nodded to Joyce's words and once she'd left he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

'She's right you know and she doesn't just mean this party. You've changed him, for the better. Healed something in him that none of us ever could. You're... you're the best thing that's ever happened to Eddie.' 

You look up at Steve, the pair of you are teary eyed. You're barely able to choke out,

'Thank you. He deserves it. He's my everything.'

Eddie sat in the passenger seat, arms folded and eyes again squinting in suspicion as you pulled up outside his house. 

'What are we doing here? Thought we were just going to Steve's for a drink' 

You sigh tugging him by his shirt sleeve. He looked gorgeous when he wore a button up, well barely buttoned up - he let it expose a good portion of chest. 

'So suspicious Edward!' you sighed, 'we are, he just wanted us to pick some CDs up first.'

He just shrugged and followed you through the front door, completely unassuming. You were glad he was behind you and couldn't see the smirk you were failing to mask; proud of how well you'd lied. The house was completely dark and finally you led him into the living area. The candles and bonfire flickered outside, illuminating the group gathered at the table. Eddie squinted then gasped, hand instinctively grabbing you. Everyone finally noticed you and jumped up,

'SURPRISE!'

Eddie's mouth formed an adorable little O. His big brown eyes wider than ever, sparkling with the candle light. Looking between everyone then at you, then back at them, stuck in a loop until you tugged him outside. Eddie absorbed everything before him. Every single person he adored and considered his family sat there, chatting away and grinning and they were all there for him. The table set up like a medieval banquet he would've conjured up for a D&D campaign. And he noticed it littered with everyone of his favourite snacks. He pulled you back for a moment of privacy, arms holding you tight against his chest. 

'D-did you do all of this, sweetheart? For me?' His voice and face was incredulous. You leant up to brush away some curls, cupping his blushed cheeks. 

'Of course! Well, everyone helped. Wanted to give you a special day! I knew you wouldn't want a party so...'

Eddie crushed his lips to yours in a desperate but sweet kiss, one that said I can't believe someone loves me like this. 

'It was always going to be special... I finally got to spend my birthday with someone like you,' he whispered after breaking the kiss. 

You chuckled although weren't quite sure exactly what he meant but you knew it was meaningful. 'Well, Eds you just deserved to see how much everyone loves you. Feel as special as you make everyone, make me feel.' 

'I love you, so much Y/n,' Eddie's eyes had grown tearful. 

'I love you too,' you replied, blinking away your own tears. 

Throughout the night, Eddie's smile got wider and wider. His hand rested on the table, never letting go of yours except to eat. And each course he gasped, questioning how on earth you found out about this specific meal he liked. It felt perfect, spending a night like this, just being able to talk to everyone he adored. Now with his busy lifestyle, it was something he struggled to do. Once the main course had finished, Eddie frowned as Wayne disappeared and you quickly followed. He hoped his uncle was alright, Wayne was quiet and kept to himself so this must've been quite surreal. Although, after the whole ordeal, he and Hopper had struck up a strong friendship. Bonding over being solitary men with excellent moustaches who somehow found themselves being parents. Just as Eddie was raising from his seat in order to find you both, you and Wayne appeared in the patio doors. 

Smiles lit up on both your faces by a multitude of tiny flickering birthday candles. The whole group erupted into song. 

'Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you, 

Happy birthday dear Eddie,

Happy birthday to you!'

For the several time tonight, Eddie found his jaw dropped. As the two people he loved must in the world approached, he took in just exactly what they were holding. You and Wayne had a whole tray of those special little cupcakes he'd make sure to buy Eddie every birthday morning. Wayne could see the moment of realisation on his nephew's face and they shared a look. His firm aged hand gripping Eddie's shoulder as he blew out his candles. 

Before you could process, a frosty finger was smeared against your lips and you couldn't scold Eddie when he looked at you like that. 

'What did you wish for?' You giggled, transferring the icing back over in a frosty kiss. 

'Secret,' Eddie smirked, ringed finger tapping his nose, 'but for the first time in my life, I had to think of a new one!' 

'Oh yeah?' 

'Yeah,' he smiled thoughtfully, 'after all those years of asking, finally got what I wanted... you.' 

'Oh,' was all you could manage to say. 

You're sure you could hear your heart burst now realising what Eddie had meant earlier. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and he pulled you onto his lap. The pair of you giggling like idiots as you fed each other cupcakes. 

This, is what Eddie wished for this time. To spend the rest of his birthdays now with you and hopefully over time, the table would grow longer with more family additions. 

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