#delta-piscium

[werepuppy-steve]

hi, i’m sorry you’re feeling sad and i hope it passes quickly <3 here’s the silliest photo of my cat that always makes me giggle, she sat like that, tongue out and a vacant look in her eyes, staring at me for five minutes, only snapped out of it when i very lightly poked her tongue (it was the wrong move, she was offended)

oh i love her blep so much 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you del! 💙

[sidekick-hero]

I have not stopped thinking about "Hunter and Prey" since you mentioned it in the make me write thing so please that one for wip weekend <3

YAYY!!! I also can't stop thinking about it even though it refuses to get written 😅 It's more a collection of moments than a coherent fic for now but @legitcookie and I still love it to pieces! 💜💜

As he stands on the sidewalk in front of the nondescript looking building, he can feel the bass in the ground beneath his feet. From the outside, it looks like any other nightclub you might find in a town like Indiana. Nodding and flashing his teeth at the bouncer, he steps inside and is greeted by a dim red light barely illuminating the writhing bodies on the packed dance floor. Steve can smell their pumping blood, the scent almost overwhelming in its intensity. Their blood sings with excitement and just a hint of fear, the mixture intoxicating and for the first time in weeks his head is empty as all his senses zero in on one thing. Hunger.

[momotonescreaming]

hi hello, Steddie Dream House for wip weekend 👀💕

more Steddie Dream House, just for you 💜

PART ONE

The memory was a little tainted, but it was a good day. A fun day. And he even got a signature out of it. Maybe he should display it.

The Matchbox cars however, his models and such — he was more unsure about. He had heaps as a kid, lined them up on top of his dresser, shiny and clean and in a very specific order. He loved them. Until his parents decided he got too old and made him pack them up and put them away. Store them in a box in his closet, never to be seen. He was a big kid now, and big kids don’t play with toys.

Steve didn’t talk about them. He felt childish, silly, missing his little toy cars he was forced to give up too early. Eddie had found them entirely by accident. Had been given permission to dig through Steve’s closet to find a very specific blanket Steve had stowed on the top shelf. And as Eddie got it down, it snagged on the box and sent it tumbling down towards Eddie.

Nothing was broken — the toys or Eddie — but everything was revealed in one tense moment. He felt exposed, but had slowly revealed it all to Eddie. His toy cars his parents thought he threw away, but instead he hid on the top of his closet. In an unlabelled cardboard box.

His next birthday, Eddie had given him a model car. A larger one, a fancy one. One that looked a lot like the Bimmer. That one, he had displayed on the top of his dresser, where his little Matchbox cars used to sit.

Would it be silly to display them in a house that he owned? On a shelf with pride of place?

PART THREE

make me write for wip weekend! 💜

[svenskjavel]

du sa att du behövde konst av vargen och reinard räv ha på sig detta och jag hade inget bättre för mig så jag försökte, hoppas att det funkar

Du tappade denna 👑

[thefreakandthehair]

A Steddie fanfiction written for the @steddiebang with art by @sungods-healingg and @oriarts. 55k. Rated E.

Chapter One coming soon to ao3 on November 25, 2023! Sneak peek included below!

“Give it, hey! Give me the check,” Eddie argues, trying to pry it from Steve’s hands. “I’m not letting you pay, c’mon.” 

“I—” Steve starts grappling and tries to maintain some degree of subtly in the still bustling diner. “I’m paying, give it.” 

“Not a chance, I don’t want stories going around that I’m some kept boyfriend who uses Steve Harrington for his money.” Eddie’s lips purse and his eyes narrow. “Hand it over.”

With a final tug, Eddie celebrates internally as he yanks the envelope from Steve. He realizes belatedly that he only won that battle because Steve freezes. It takes a few seconds, maybe a moment as he slips his credit card into the little pocket and flags down their waitress again, to figure out why. 

Boyfriend. 

Presumptuous at best and enough to scare Steve off at worst. The silence is hard to read so Eddie simply hands over the check and stares with wide eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“Or-- you know, just, someone who uses Steve Harrington for his money. Big baseball contract and all that?” He tries to brush it off and deflect with humor, something that usually works well enough but apparently, not on Steve. 

“You said boyfriend.” He says simply, ignoring Eddie’s attempts entirely. 

Suddenly, Eddie regrets that sweet dessert for dinner because his stomach is tumbling in a dangerous way. He rubs the back of his neck and pulls at a strand of loose hair.

“I uh, yeah, I guess I did. Do you… have thoughts? On that?” 

Steve blinks at him, three times in quick succession, before the right corner of his mouth quirks up. “I do, actually. But I think I’d rather show you and I’d probably lose that big baseball contract if I did that here.” 

“Oh?” Eddie teases, pausing to grab the check back from the waitress to sign and slide his credit card back into it wallet. When she’s far enough away that Eddie’s sure she won’t hear, he reminds Steve of their location. “My apartment’s just like, two blocks over. If uh, if you’d like to show me in a more private spot?” 

The first time Eddie massaged Steve, he felt called back to the dangerous adrenaline rushes of his youth, all impulsivity and carelessness, and he feels it again as he invites Steve back to his apartment. Or maybe, it never even left. Maybe it’s just been slowly eroding his resolve for the past two months.

Whatever the case, his body trembles when Steve says Yes. 

tagging people who've asked, expressed interest to me or in tags, etc. and some pals: @hbyrde36 @steddieasitgoes @sidekick-hero @dryptid @sharpbutsoft @cuoredimuschio @kkpwnall @starryeyedjanai @scarcrossdlvrs @marvel-ous-m @pearynice @judasofsuburbia @corrodedbisexual @shares-a-vest @hellion-child @pumpkinspicestevie @delta-piscium @perseus-notjackson @thisapplepielife @withacapitalp @nostalgicbones @hereforanepilogue @stevethehairington @nostalgicbones @t-boyeddie @theheadlessphilosopher @stobinesque @imfinereallyy @hexiewrites @maxineholtzmann @starrystevie @steddieas-shegoes @daysarestranger @goodolefashionedloverboi

[firefly-party]

Pt. 3 | Accessories -May 1st '86

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This is for you @delta-piscium ❤ As requested, here's the speed paint! I apologize in advance for a very boring middle part (the hair rendering) bc you can't see shit 😬 and also parts, where i added many tiny details that are hard to track in the vid. Anyway, i hope this helps to show my colo process.

i had to merge three different vids into one...so the transitions ain't fancy but ehhhh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If anyone's having questions, don't hesitate to reach out ❤

Instagram art on AO3

[corrodedbisexual]

@delta-piscium shamelessly exploiting your tags for cuteness

I don't know, I think Steve would 100% use it to his advantage.

Curling up against Eddie's chest for the night and Eddie's like, "How come I'm always the big spoon? Maybe I wanna be the little spoon sometimes" and Steve just smirks, "You can't be little spoon, you're taller." - "By like a quarter of an inch!" - "Still counts. Those are the rules." - "Who makes the rules?!" - "I do."

Smiling, Steve wriggles a little to snuggle even closer, takes Eddie's hand resting on his chest and brings it to his lips for a kiss, then rests both their hands, fingers tangled together, on the pillow.

Eddie can't stop grinning into the back of his neck until he dozes off. He doesn't really mind always being the big spoon.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Okay totally ignore this if it's not in your comfort zone I know it's not everyone's cup of tea <3

Steddie at a party. They're constantly teasing each other all night till it builds up all to much and they are so desperate and touchy. Like they don't even care about the other people in the room they're just desperately grinding on each other on the couch till they get off. Need me some needy and careless steddie for this sleep deprived brain.

It is wellll within my comfort zone but this is probably gonna take way more than just the little Drabble/blurb thing can handle

I’m almost certain one of my followers could do a short little thing with this better than I can

Gonna tag a few people who might (no pressure obviously) or if they know someone who might be able to!

@wynnyfryd @scoops-stevie @flowercrowngods @delta-piscium @legitcookie @sidekick-hero

[starryeyedjanai]

helloo, for the writing prompt thing 9. “Don’t ask me that.” ☺️💕

thanks for the prompts #9. "Don't ask me that." and #30. “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” @delta-piscium and @atmilliways 🥰

to be known

steddie | rated: teen | 3.7k | angst with a happy ending :)

read on AO3

When the words settle onto his skin on his 18th birthday - Can I sit here? The other tables are full. - Steve is immediately taken back to the first week of middle school.

The day he met Eddie. When his hair was buzzed short and he was brand new to the school and knew no one.

He remembers those words.

He remembers looking up from his lunch and seeing this kid that looked nothing like Steve or any of his friends - dressed in all black, some kind of band logo on his t-shirt. He remembers seeing how timid he was to be asking, remembers saying yes or something to that accord.

He looks at the words and he's sure, he's certain, that the words etched onto his skin are the first words Eddie spoke to him.

Steve can't remember exactly what he said to Eddie in response to these words, just that he let Eddie sit with him and they've been best friends ever since, however unlikely a pair they made.

If Steve's words are on Eddie's skin, however unmemorable they are to Steve, he's sure Eddie would know they're soulmates - he would remember the first words Steve said to him all those years ago just like Steve remembers.

But.

Eddie turned 18 a while ago and he's never once mentioned the words on his skin to Steve.

Steve asked once, a few days after Eddie's birthday and Eddie changed the subject. Steve thought that might mean that he didn't have any words on his skin, because not everyone does.

He's thought about it since then too. If Eddie had gotten his words on his birthday, why would he not mention them? If it was something incredibly generic or even if it was a phrase that made no sense to him, he probably wouldn't have hidden it.

So then Steve had the thought that maybe it was something personal or maybe something embarrassing that Eddie just didn't want to say out loud.

And yeah, they're best friends, but that doesn't mean they have to share everything with each other. If it was something Eddie wanted to keep to himself, who was Steve to try and pry the information out of him? If Eddie wanted him to know, he'd tell him.

But now, looking at the words on his skin, he thinks that maybe there's another reason he never said anything. That maybe it's because he has Steve's words on his skin, but he doesn't want Steve as a soulmate. That maybe he was hoping it was a mistake, that if he ignored it, Steve might not get Eddie's words when he turned 18.

If Eddie has something written on him, he's hidden it from Steve for months. If he has a soul mark, he's hidden it for a reason.

The thoughts running through his head make Steve spiral a little, looking at the words on his skin.

It makes something ache in his chest, thinking about Eddie not wanting him. They've been friends for over five years now. They do everything together. They know each other better than anyone else.

If Eddie has his words on him somewhere and didn't tell Steve because he was that horrified at the thought of being tied to Steve forever, he doesn't know how his heart is going to take it.

As it stands, just thinking about it is making his heart beat a mile a minute, the hurt spreading with every heartbeat.

--

Steve looks at the words on his skin for a long time.

Eddie's handwriting is normally neat and measured, so unlike every facet of Eddie's actual existence.

He thinks about Eddie's room, always messy and cluttered. He thinks of Eddie's hyperactive personality, always needing to fidget, always needing to be doing something.

He thinks about seeing Eddie so focused on writing new lyrics for his band, thinks about looking at Eddie's notebook when he shows him a clever turn of words he came up with, the way his handwriting starts off small and contained, but gets bigger and sloppier the more excited he is.

The words on his skin are sloppy, excited.

But there's a lump in his throat thinking about how if Eddie has his words, he wasn't excited about it.

He doesn't know what he's going to do if Eddie tells him that he has his words on his skin and he doesn't want to be with him.

He woke up this morning with hope blossoming in his chest at the thought of seeing his soulmate's writing, their first words to him, on his body.

And now, he's getting ready for school, going through the motions, dreading what might happen.

It's not like he can miss school - Eddie would just skip school and come find him, regardless of the fact that his many unexcused absences are what got him held back last year. He'd skip anyway, and he'd find Steve no matter where he went.

He knows all of Steve's hideouts, all the places Steve goes when his parents are home and on his case.

He knows everywhere Steve might think to go if he's skipping school on his birthday because he knows Steve. He knows him better than Steve thinks he knows himself most days.

At school, he heads to his locker and doesn't look for Eddie. Sometimes, Eddie hitches a ride with Steve, but on Mondays, Eddie has Hellfire after school, so he drives himself.

Steve's never been as grateful for a Monday as he is now. He doesn't think he could have handled being in a car with Eddie this morning, trapped and with nowhere to go, the big question hanging between them, probably.

Did your mark come? (and maybe in this case, is it me?)

It's what everyone wants to know on someone's 18th birthday.

By the time he makes it to his locker, he's been asked if he got his mark a handful of times.

He makes it to third period before he realizes he hasn't seen Eddie all day.

The feeling of dread is sitting heavy in his stomach. Did Eddie skip school today because he didn't want to deal with Steve's mark at all? If he knows that Steve is his soulmate, this just further cements the fact that Eddie doesn't want him, that Eddie is doing everything he can to get away from Steve.

At lunch, he heads out to his car and sits in the quiet for a while.

He's not going back in there, he realizes, after a while as the clock keeps ticking forward, closer to the end of lunch.

He starts his car and heads up to Lover's Lake.

Because he knows Eddie just as well as Eddie knows him, and he knows exactly where he'd be if he didn't want Steve to find him.

Because as much as it might hurt to know Eddie doesn't want him, he has to hear him say the words. He has to know for sure that Eddie never said anything because he doesn't want Steve.

He has to hear it because anything his mind can make up is probably worse than anything the Eddie he knows would actually say. He'd let him down easy, if it's true that he just doesn't want Steve.

Steve thinks it would hurt the same even if Eddie was cruel about it - if he scoffed at him and said of course he didn't want him versus him gently sitting Steve down and saying as much as he likes being his friend, he just doesn't want him like that.

He parks next to the curb in front of Rick's house, behind Eddie's van, and steels himself. He's going to walk in that house and he might not come out of it the same. He might leave with one less friend. One less best friend.

He doesn't bother knocking because he knows the door will be unlocked. He can hear Eddie and Rick talking in the living room so he follows the voices.

The conversation dies immediately when Eddie catches sight of him. He blanches, like he wasn't expecting Steve to come find him, like he was expecting Steve to just let this go untalked about the way Eddie has for so many months now.

"Steve," Eddie whispers into the painfully awkward silence.

"Eddie," Steve says back. "I think we need to talk, don't you?"

He sees Eddie swallow and glance at the doorway behind him, like he's thinking about making a break for it.

He knows for certain that Eddie's his soulmate now.

Steve tries not to let it show how much that affects him, the thought of Eddie being so fucking unwilling to talk to him about this that he'd rather run from him. He's never run from Steve like this before.

"Please," Steve says softly, his voice desperate and shot.

Eddie nods slowly. He says, "Rick, um. Can you, uh, give us a minute?"

Rick looks between them and says to Eddie, "You know this is my house, right?" but he gets up all the same and heads to the sliding glass door to step outside.

"Steve," Eddie says again.

"You've been hiding from me," he says, stepping closer to the couch.

"It's not that I was, was hiding, per se," Eddie stammers out.

"No?" Steve asks. "So you just skipped school to hang out on Rick's couch today?"

He sits on the opposite end of the couch, a good distance from Eddie. His heart is in his throat and he realizes all of a sudden that he's not going to be okay if Eddie doesn't want him. He thought maybe he could power through this, hear Eddie say he'd rather never see Steve again than be stuck with him as a soulmate or something equally as devastating, but there are tears stinging at the corners of his eyes at the thought.

He doesn't want Eddie to not want him.

He looks away from Eddie, blinks rapidly a couple times to stubbornly keep the tears at bay.

"I don't. I don't know what you want me to say," Eddie says softly.

Steve clears his throat and says, "I want you to tell me why you didn't tell me."

Eddie scoffs and says, "Don't ask me that."

And Steve sits there, feeling defeated, feeling like his heart is splintering because his best friend is shutting him out. Eddie doesn't want him, doesn't want to even talk to him about it.

He can't do anything but stare at him for a moment, the sinking feeling in his chest settling like it's made a home there.

So that's it then.

He won't even talk to him about it.

He gets up, ready to leave because what else is there to say if Eddie can't even bear to say it out loud? If he can't even acknowledge that they're soulmates, can't say out loud why he never told him, it has to be because he realizes anything he says is going to hurt Steve.

Eddie's not malicious. Even if he doesn't want Steve like that, he still probably wouldn't want to hurt him.

Eddie rushes to stand up when Steve turns to leave, the stinging in his eyes getting worse than before.

"Steve, don't- we can just-" Eddie lets out a frustrated breath. "Can't we just go back to how it was before? This doesn't have to change anything."

And those are words that make the tears that Steve's been trying to keep in tip over. He wipes at his eyes, frustrated with himself. He told himself he wouldn't cry about this in front of Eddie, but here he is, tears falling down his face anyway.

Eddie looks panicked all of a sudden, like he didn't expect Steve's tears. Like he thought Steve would just say yes, say sure, we can just pretend we aren't fucking soulmates.

"Steve?" He says his name hesitantly, like he's a startled horse or something, and Steve wants to turn and run, wants to hide from the hurt feeling that's gripping his heart.

But he came here for a reason.

He came here to get the answers that he needs and he doesn't know that he has them yet.

Eddie won't talk about it, but Steve needs him to. Eddie still wants to be his friend and Steve needs to hear him say that there isn't a chance, needs to know that there isn't a hope of a chance that things might change for Eddie one day. Because Steve will wait, is the thing.

Steve would wait forever for him.

If Eddie wants things to go back to normal, to how they were before they knew they were soulmates, Steve would keep being his friend and keep waiting for things to change forever if Eddie doesn't tell him now that he can never feel that way about him.

So he says through his tears, "I need you to tell me the truth. I don't care if you think it'll hurt me. I just need to hear it."

Eddie looks confused. "Why would me telling you how I feel hurt you? That's- Why are you crying? What did I say to make you cry?"

"You don't want to talk about it! You want to pretend this doesn't exist," he says, pulling the hem of his shirt up to expose the writing on his rib cage. "You want us to pretend we aren't soulmates and you didn't think that would hurt me?"

Eddie shakes his head. "You- you don't want this," he insists. He hasn't even asked what Steve wants.

"How could you possibly know what I want when we haven't even talked about it? You hid this from me for months, Eddie! And now you're gonna stand here and act like you know what I want?" Steve scoffs, the tears in his eyes now coming from a place of anger instead of hurt.

"You're not into guys, Steve. And you're certainly not into me. I know that much," Eddie says, still looking at the words etched on Steve's skin.

Steve lowers his shirt. "You didn't even ask me," he says again. He wipes the tears from his eyes and steps forward, closer to Eddie.

Because Eddie said Steve wasn't into him, wasn't into guys. He never said that he wasn't into Steve. He's hanging onto a fucking thread of hope, but Eddie didn't say he didn't want him.

He doesn't know if Eddie's deflecting from the real issue of him not wanting Steve by turning it around on him, but he has to try. He's his soulmate. Of course he has to try.

He stands in front of Eddie, the tips of their shoes touching.

"Show me," he says softly, the words a whisper into the quiet of the room.

He looks at Eddie and sees the fear in his eyes, sees how scared he is. He didn't notice it before, being so far away from him. But up close, he can tell that Eddie is scared.

Scared like Steve is scared.

He just hopes he's getting this right.

Eddie pulls the collar of his shirt down to show the script sitting right on his collarbone.

Oh, yeah, of course! I like your hair!

"You've been hiding this from me," Steve says, running his fingertips over the curve of the letters on Eddie's skin. Eddie shivers under the light touch.

"I thought it might be you, but I wasn't sure," Eddie says back.

"But you wanted it to be," he says, taking the leap. He thinks Eddie wanted it to be him. He hopes he wanted it to be him.

Eddie looks him in the eyes, that fear still gripping him. "I wanted it to be you so fucking bad, Stevie. I thought, when I got my words- I thought that I had wished it true, that I wanted you so badly that I made the universe make it you. And I've been feeling so fucking guilty this entire time because of it."

"Guilty?" he asks, confused.

Eddie nods. "Like I forced it into existence because I wanted it too much."

"I don't think that's how the universe works, Eddie."

"I think it's a special case because you don't even like guys and somehow you got one as a soulmate. Got me as a soulmate." Eddie looks so dejected, so guilty about it that Steve has to set him straight.

"Eddie, we've been soulmates since the moment we met," he says, tearing his eyes away from writing on his chest, the writing that's in Steve's handwriting, tolook into Eddie's eyes. "Even if we never got the mark, you would still be it for me."

Eddie bites his lip, glancing down at Steve's mouth quickly. "Do you mean that?" he asks, still hesitant.

"I mean it. I- we've never really talked about who we're into, and maybe that was a mistake. Because I do like guys. Or- well, I like you. I've liked you for so long," he says, glancing down at Eddie mouth too.

He thinks getting to kiss him would either calm his rapidly beating heart down or send him straight into orbit. Either way, he's going to find out.

"You like me? Me?" Eddie asks, surprised, and Steve swoops in to kiss the incredulity off his tongue.

He presses his mouth to the plush lips in front of him, just a gentle press at first and he feels more than hears Eddie gasp against his lips.

It's-

People talk all the time about how kissing your soulmate is different from kissing just anyone. That it's somehow astronomically different. But Steve's never understood it until now.

Because how can kissing your soulmate feel any different from kissing someone else? Sure, maybe there's different feelings involved, but if you love someone who isn't your soulmate, does that mean kissing them wouldn't be as good?

These were the questions Steve used to think about when he would think about who his future soulmate might be. Back in middle school and early high school.

How could kissing anyone feel that much different?

It's what all the magazines say, all the romance novels and the tv shows and movies too. They all say that it's different, that you'll know for sure, as if there could be any doubt with the first thing they say to you marked on your skin forever.

Steve never thought they could be right, that it was a dramatization of what it really is. That even through the woo-woo soulmate magic or whatever, kissing would still feel like kissing, no matter who you were kissing.

He's never been more glad to be wrong about something.

Because it is different. Somehow, it is.

It's different from kissing Nancy, who Steve was very much in love with.

It's different from kissing any of the girls he's kissed in the past, different from the one very confusing kiss he shared with Tommy Hagan back in sixth grade for "practice".

It's like there's an energy between them, the force that's been trying to pull them together for years finally snapping into place.

Something inside him feels settled. Like for the first time in his life, he feels content. All the background noise - the leaky kitchen faucet Steve has heard since stepping inside the house, the birds outside, the buzz of electricity that Steve can always hear - it all just fades away.

All he's left with is Eddie, right in front of him.

He's the only thing he can feel right now, the only thing he can hear and taste and smell, and see when he pulls back from the kiss.

Eddie had his eyes closed, so Steve gets to see him blink them open slowly, like his whole world has been shifted too. Like something is finally settled inside him too.

It kind of makes Steve want to cry again, embarrassingly enough.

He cups Eddie's jaw and leans in to kiss him again, this time swiping his tongue across his lower lip. Eddie opens his mouth and Steve tilts his head to the side and presses his tongue inside his mouth.

Their tongues tangle together for the first time and it's so heady, Steve feels dizzy with it. He kisses him harder, licking into his mouth, both hands now on either side of his head, not trapping him or keeping him there, just holding him so he can be kissed by Steve for as long as they both want it.

Eddie's hands find Steve's waist, and one slips up under his shirt. He touches the words written onto Steve's rib cage and Steve trembles, the skin contact making him shivery with want.

And god, does he want.

He wants everything. He wants to keep kissing Eddie until the room around them darkens as the sun goes down. He wants to stand here kissing him for hours, wants to bite his lips until they're swollen and tender and then keep on kissing his bruised mouth. He wants to touch him, wants to put his hands everywhere, wants Eddie's hands on him.

He's snapped out of the trance Eddie's mouth has put him in by a tap-tap-tap on the glass door.

They pull apart slowly, their mouths separating with a slick sound that Steve's going to be replaying in his head for hours.

They both look at the back door where Rick is standing.

"Can I come back in now? It's chilly," he asks, his voice muffled through the glass.

Steve rolls his eyes and steps back from Eddie.

Eddie grins at him and says, "Yeah, man. Come on in."

Rick slides the door open, steps back inside, and says, "Glad you two finally worked this all out then. Maybe now Eddie will stop complaining about it all the time."

Eddie looks at Rick, betrayed, then looks at Steve and says, "I don't- I do not complain. I was just, I do probably talk about it a lot, but I wasn't complaining, exactly-"

"Eddie, you complain more than anyone I know, about everything," Steve says, voice playful.

Eddie lets out an exaggerated gasp. "You're going to say that to me, your soulmate?"

Steve just rolls his eyes.

He's got the rest of their life to get Eddie to admit that he's the most dramatic person he knows.

---

tagging people who voted for this in the wip game or asked to be tagged: @legitcookie @sidekick-hero + @patchworkgargoyle 💕💕💕

[wynnyfryd]

alright fuck it besties send me some prompts and help me get out of this writing funk

tagging some mutuals who will bully gently encourage me @legitcookie @thefreakandthehair @messessentialist @wormdebut @griefabyss69 @steddieas-shegoes @mcneen @steves-strapcollection @delta-piscium @violetsteve @steddielations @hellion-child @sweetcreaturetm

[sidekick-hero]

happy birthday!!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day 💕💕✨

Awww, thank you friend, I appreciate you thinking of me very much, that's very sweet 💜💜🥰

[momotonescreaming]

gotta ask about “bra” for the title tag game bc like, i am curious, i am intrigued

Thanks for the ask - this is for one of my rare pairs - so sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!!

This fic is going to be about Steve/Barb - in an au where Steve was dating her and not Nancy, all the way back in Season 1. And then it changes everything (Barb lives, for one), and they settle into domesticity together.

This fic is one of the blank documents, but the idea is - Steve and Barb are in her room, home alone, making out hot and heavy. She takes her shirt off, and they instantly get distracted because "Hey, is that a new bra?"

Barb explains that it is - and while it's super pretty, it's also the most uncomfortable thing ever. And they talk about bras, and Steve ends it all with telling her that if it's that uncomfortable... maybe she should... take it off...

And she laughs because "Wow. What a line, Steve Harrington.”

This whole thing is going to be them being goofy, and silly, and in love -- and also a chance to try and get better at writing kissing and more spicy leaning things.

ask me about my wips!

[stobinesque]

Stobinesque's 250 Follower Celebration

Hey! Hello! There are 250 of you here somehow! Thanks so much, all. It's been a couple of years since I was really active in a fandom, and there's been so much enthusiasm and encouragement for newbies here 💙

In celebration, I am borrowing some inspiration from @wynnyfryd and @steddieas-shegoes' Steddie Microfic challenge, and will be writing 250 word drabbles based on prompts you all send in!

I'll be accepting prompts from now through Friday, August 25th for a ship/pairing/group dynamic + a one word prompt [e.g. "Stobin + music"]. (Depending on how many asks I receive I may either extend the window for requests, or close them early.) Please read this whole post before sending in an ask!

What I'll Write

Any Steve pairing/group dynamic (e.g. Scoops Troop) (excluding Harringr*ve)

Any Robin ship/pairing

Any Lucas-centric prompts

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NSFW content with characters under 18-years-old

Romantic ships between one of the younger teens and one of the older teens

Romantic ships between Robin and a man

Rules

Send an ask with a character pairing/group dynamic + a one word prompt (I will accept un-hyphenated compound words; e.g. 'ice cream')

Specify if you would like the pairing/group to be platonic or romantic*

Specify if you would like the drabble to be SFW or NSFW**

Make sure any romantic/NSFW requests follow my "What I Won't Write" guidelines!

Let me know of any squicks, triggers, or tropes you would not like to see in the drabble.

I write a 250 word drabble based on your prompt! (I will be using Scrivener's native word counter since that's the application I draft in, and doesn't require me putting spaces around my em-dashes 😂)

I'm currently working on my final Summer Challenge Fic, so while I'll be filling prompts as quickly as I can, I probably won't get through all of them right away. If you send me a prompt, I will fill it, it just might take a bit!

*if you would be equally okay with a platonic or romantic version of the prompt, there's no need to specify **if you don't specify and you send me something that matches my "What I'll Write" guidelines for NSFW stuff, you're reasonably likely to get a smutty drabble 😏

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[thefreakandthehair]

⚾️ rounding third, sliding home ⚾️

A Steddie fanfiction written for the @steddiebang with art by @sungods-healingg and @oriarts here! 55k. Rated E.

“Well, they can still win, right? There’s a lot of time left. I think?” “That’s rule number one, Ed,” Steve nods and stares at the screen, focused and distant— the kind of stare that tells Eddie he’s not talking about just the game. “Always assume the game you’re playing can be won. If you go into it thinking that losing is a possibility, then you’re gonna lose. Even if you’ve gotta rewrite the rules of the game yourself, you gotta convince yourself you can win.” The commentator seems to respond to Steve directly. “And that’s three strikes for Tommy Hagan for the fourth at-bat in a row. If this Dodgers team has a prayer of making the playoffs, it rests solely on Steve Harrington making it back in time.” Eddie feels Steve squeeze his hand tighter.

Or, Professional Baseball Shortstop Steve Harrington injures his UCL and returns home to Indiana for treatment. Cue massage therapist Eddie Munson whose tender, practiced touch heals much more than Steve's elbow.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

A THOUGHT HAS JUST HIT ME MID SENTENCE ON MY PAPER

PRINCESS DIARIES STEDDIE ???

ANYONE??? EVERYONE??? SOMEBODY!!!!

EDIT: @delta-piscium sent the link for one that’s based on princess diaries 2!!!! AND APPARENTLY @henderdads inspired it???? So anyways I’ve put away my computer and I’m going to read this right now immediately