#elf robin buckley

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie, a thousand-year-old vampire: One either dies a human or lives long enough to become a cradle-robber.

Steve, just reborn eighteen years ago: Really? That's the first thing you're thinking about when we finally meet after many years?

Robin, an elf: I mean he kinda has a point–

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

thinking about how robin would react if she saw nancy in her silly little elf getup

like, robin and nancy joining in a throwaway oneshot that eddie puts together for the older teens, just a way to pass the time one weekend, and they decide to have fun with it and dress up

nancy showing up as an elven ranger, complete with like. elven jewelry—a circlet in her hair, golden earrings that dangle down from her fake elf ears, etc—and everyone else’s costumes are Clearly Thrown Together, and when asked about it, nancy just goes “i just had this in my closet idk what to tell you guys”

(cue robin silently losing her mind because nancy looks like an honest-to-god ethereal being and dear god why is she so into this)

[alleiwentcrazy]

Stupid fucking vypper. Stupid fucking kids. Why does he even bother? It’s not like the rugrats were in any immediate danger. They weren’t in any danger, actually, they just wanted trinkets. He should stop helping them. He really should! They have stupid ideas and they want to be brave about it, but who gets bitten in the ass because of that? Steve. It’s always Steve.

He knew that danger comes with the job. However, he’s always thought that it comes with being a witcher, not with being a goddamn babysitter.

Steve takes one deep breath and it’s enough to make his head spin. He sways in the saddle. It’s been days since he last saw them all, but at least he managed to kill the beast. He chopped off its head. Extracted the venom. Just like they – again, a bunch of kids – instructed him. And if the razor-sharp claws and rows of teeth almost killed him? Well, that comes with the job too.

Whatever. He has what he needs and he won’t be visiting the swamps anytime soon. He just needs to lick his wounds for a while and he’ll be fine.

“Whoa, Mews,” he utters and burps immediately after, when the disgusting, rusty stench of blood hits his nostrils. He’s not sure whether it’s his blood or the monster’s, but the image of its enormous, ugly head already starting to rot in one of his sacks makes him want to puke either way. It stinks like a bitch. He’s lucky nothing’s attacked him yet—and he’s lucky that he still has some of those herbs to cover up the smell.

The horse neighs irritably as Steve pulls at the reins. He’s been raised by Dustin Henderson alright. The audacity is contagious.

“It’s just a quick stop. This part of the forest seems safe, don’t be a wuss,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. It’s definitely his blood that’s making him sick. He cringes when a trickle of it starts running down his face from the cut on his forehead.

Mews, who doesn’t look comforted at all, snorts again. Steve ignores it promptly. He’s not going to be talking to his horse again. He needs to change the dressings on his wounds and take a quick nap.

He ends up knocking himself out with the potions as well. This stupid vypper got him good.

He’s bad at this job.

*

“Well, well, aren’t you a pretty thing? Would be even prettier without that nasty cut on your cute little face.”

Steve stirs and groans. His eyelids are heavy, swollen and cracking them open seems like an impossible task, but his other senses are about to explode with too much information—the overwhelming smell of tobacco and amber surrounding him, the taste of iron and something else he can’t quite place, the sound of—

“Oh, and look at that. Bet you had some pretty eyes, too. At least before they turned them piss-yellow during those bush trials of yours, or whatever it’s called.”

He squints. The sun is already high in the sky, and although it’s obscured by something, Steve’s eyes take a while to adjust. Which shouldn’t even be necessary. Even his body is bad at this job. He decides to focus on the thing that’s obscuring his view before he gets too mopey about himself.

Well. Not a thing. A someone.

It’s a man. Young, long-haired man, with eyes bigger and rounder than the eyes of does Steve passes regularly on the track. There’s a spark in his eyes, as if unnaturally long eyelashes weren’t enough to make him look… Mysteriously interesting. He has smugness written all over his face, but he’s not smiling.

For a second, Steve wants to squirm under his diligent stare, but he stops himself. The medallion on his chest hums quietly, although it’s not indicating the presence of any monsters.

Despite his best efforts, the stranger clocks Steve’s unease immediately. The corner of his mouth quirks up. Steve sits still—there’s not much he can do anyway. He’s tied up, with his back pressed to a tree.

The man huffs. “Impressive,” he says after another beat of silence. “I’m meeting the infamous King of the Wolves. Who would have thought, huh?” He overaccentuates the alias Steve’s been given in the past, presenting him with yet another reminder of how much it stings to be mocked, even if it’s deserved.

“My pleasure,” Steve replies, courtly. “Although usually I prefer knowing who the person I’m exchanging pleasantries with is.”

His captor lets out a short laugh and tuts, sizing Steve up. “You can call me…” He makes a thinking face, looks around and tuts again when an idea supposedly pops into his head. “You can call me King of the Banished. Seems to be going along with your theme.”

Steve bites down most of the animosities he wants to spill out right now.

“And what could Your Banishment possibly want from a witcher like me?”

If a glare could kill, Steve would be dead.

The man straightens up and crosses his arms over his chest. He wanders around the small clearing in a lazy, nonchalant way, as if nothing about this whole situation is even interesting. In the meantime, Steve notices how dingy his clothes are, like they haven’t seen a washtub in a long while.

“Rumor has it that the infamous witcher has been missing for a while now. There’s a very worried bard asking after him in the nearest town’s inn, even.”

Cold shiver runs down Steve’s spine. The stranger’s trying to keep his funny ploy up, but Steve can see that he’s genuinely curious now. That he must be seeing some business opportunities here—Steve can’t let him go anywhere down that road.

“She’s got no money,” he says, opting for equal nonchalance. He goes as far as blowing a stray curl from his forehead. “If you want me for ransom. She won’t pay.”

“Hm,” the man stops, suddenly, claps his hands and spreads them next, shrugging. “Then maybe the head of the witcher is worth more than the alive witcher. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised—You’ve heard the gossip that follows you like a plague, right?”

Steve doesn’t respond. The man glances at him and slowly spreads his hands again, this time over his head, like he’s unfolding a big banner with the name of some carnival attraction. “The most unsuccessful witcher of the century. Gets beaten to a pulp everytime, but somehow still manages to slay every beast that crosses his way. Barely. But he does.” He scoffs. “There’s more, but if you haven’t heard—”

“I have,” Steve cuts him off, losing every last bit of patience. “Listen, if you want to kill me, at least take me in a fair fight. Untie me. Be a man. If the gossip is true, you’ll probably win anyway.”

The stranger has his back to Steve. He’s leaning over a bag that’s been lying on the ground, rummaging about in it. Steve can swear he hears him giggle.

“Oh, I’d gladly take you, but maybe in less hostile circumstances—”

“What?”

“Nothing, sweetness, nothing,” he takes a few steps and turns back to Steve, holding something in his hand. “Now smile for me!”

“What?”

Steve’s face pinches in an exasperated expression—which happens to be the exact thing that his captor needs. He sticks a finger inside Steve’s mouth, rubs something into his gums and in a matter of seconds, the world loses all sense and color.

*

When Steve wakes up again, the sun is setting and it looks like he’s alone. Still tied down, in a desperate need to take a piss, with his mouth drier than a desert and his head too woozy to think properly, but alone. He doesn’t need much more.

The rope bonding his hands is thick and holds well, but with a bit of struggling, he manages to push it upwards enough to be able to arrange his fingers properly. Sloppy job. He takes a big breath and grits his teeth. He uses Igni.

The flame is small, but Steve barely holds down a yelp when it licks the skin on his wrists. When the rope itself finally catches fire, he uses his whole power to tear it apart before the flame spreads any further. When his hands are free, he slides down and snuffs the fire with his back.

“Fuck,” he mumbles and swallows hard, both his own tears and another yelp. His wrists are raw, but they’re free.

He’s loosening up the rope around his ankles when his medallion starts to hum again. Fuck.

He works on the rope frantically and lets go of it as soon as he decides that it’s enough for him to get out when needed. He hears footsteps. His medallion is fully vibrating.

His sword and dagger are gone. He looks around and finds a nice, thick, sturdy tree branch lying near the spot of last night’s fire. Yeah. It’ll do. He reaches for it and pulls it behind him, trying to remember how he was sitting when he first woke up.

The footsteps stop somewhere behind him, suddenly. Both Steve’s senses and his medallion are screaming at him, so he purposefully evens out his breathing. He won’t have the element of surprise—he’s the one that’s being crept up on from behind.

The sound of footsteps resumes. They’re lighter, now, slower. Gentler; not unlike those of a cat. Cats aren’t too fond of Steve.

When the sound is close enough, Steve springs right into action. He jumps from behind the tree on the side opposite to the footsteps, trying to get his captor from where he doesn’t expect him, and throws a quick but forceful Aard as soon as he sees him, but the man is fast. He ducks away from the sign and throws something back—Steve dodges it, barely, and glances at it when it cuts into the nearest tree. It’s a… dart?

A moment of distraction is enough to throw him off—another dart whooshes past him and in a lucky turn of events, he turns his head in near-sync with it. Near-sync; not enough to get him.

The stranger hops past him, deftly. Steve throws another Aard. This one hits the man, finally, and Steve can look at him for the first time since this morning. He has his hair up. His ears are pointy.

He struggles so much from behind the sign Steve has to take a step back. He reaches for his branch, carefully, but not carefully enough to keep the Aard up. The elf breaks free and lurches at him with a surprising amount of force; Steve swings hard – so hard it pulls him aback – and hits his opponent in the back with effort.

A dull sound cuts through the air. The elf lets out one silent sigh and falls face-first on the ground, like a tree hacked away in an otherwise silent forest. Steve sees the expression on his face. Their eyes lock for a second before the elf’s body hits the ground. He looks a bit like he’s been betrayed.

Steve stands there, panting, looking at the body on the ground with guilt pooling down in his stomach. He’s not sure he’s killed him, but—

He takes a cautious step forward, unable to determine the state of this elf from afar. One more step. And another one.

He’s not sure, exactly, how he lands on the ground—definitely something’s pulling at his ankle, though—but suddenly, he’s pinned to it, with a tip of a knife pressed to his neck hard enough for his throat to start closing.

The elf’s thighs immobilize Steve’s torso and hips, his arm pressing Steve’s chest further into the ground. While he can barely breathe, full-body-style pinned to the ground, with a knife practically slicing his neck open, the elf’s face is so close to Steve’s he can feel his every ragged breath on his own cheeks, and envies him for it. He’d kill for a breath. He’d kill if it meant that those eyes would stop drilling holes in his skull.

The knife goes deeper into his flesh. Steve would groan if he had enough air left in his lungs to do that.

People say that when you’re dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. It seems like the rule doesn't apply to Steve. Somehow, while he’s dying, the vision of Dustin Henderson’s shrill voice comes to haunt him.

“Eddie, what the fuck! Leave him—EDDIE!”

Weird. When he looks to the side, he can swear he sees him. He sees them all: Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike. And Max. El. Erica. Robin?

The coldness of the knife disappears. Steve coughs and calls out for Robin, and he can swear he hears her shriek, but the blackness envelopes him before he makes sure that it’s really her.

*

Steve’s sitting by the fire. Not dead. Yet.

“...but you weren’t coming back, so we sent Eddie and some other members of Hellfire to find you,” Dustin explains.

“They must have split,” supplies Will, “and, uh, Eddie’s…”

“Temperamental. But he wasn’t here to harm you. He wanted to find you! And help you,” Lucas smiles like he’s trying to sell something skimpy to a very picky customer.

“He just likes to play. He’s all about the drama and the theatrics and the way he does things—” Mike stumbles over his words.

“Will make you think that he’s a big baby,” Erica explains, helpfully.

“He’s a buffoon,” Max cuts it short. “He thinks life’s a game. And with his background, he doesn’t trust anyone. But he’s alright, and he won’t hurt a fly if he doesn't feel threatened by it.”

Steve makes a face when El nods dutifully, confirming the kids’ version of the story. He hates this story, but he believes it. Weirdly.

Eddie the Banished, the leader of a group full of outcasts: elves, half-elves, humans and others, general misfits that want to belong somewhere, that want to live with others similar to them in a bubble of blissful oblivion. Safer alternative for Scoia’tael, his mind supplies. Without the killings and partaking in conflicts. Instead with a silly, made-up game about magic and monsters to make the kids forget about every shitty thing they have to go through in this world.

(Steve finds it a little funny, because both magic and monsters are real, and they are dangerous, sometimes more than anyone can imagine. This little clique, however, sees real monsters somewhere else. They see monsters and harm and hate on the streets. They see them in temples. When they pass by the towns, when they have to trade with locals. So in an unsafe world full of places unsafe for them, they created a piece of reality that’s safe specifically and only for them. Steve isn’t sure what to think about it. He won’t know until something happens. And something will, sooner or later, it’s just a matter of time.)

Steve believes it, even though he knows that there’s another side to this Eddie. He can fight. He knows how to use vypper’s venom. He carries really strong drugs around in his bag. Poisonous darts are his weapon of choice.

There’s another side to everything, but Steve won’t be asking about it this time.

He looks to the side, where Eddie’s standing with one of his friends. Other Hellfire members joined them not too long ago, but Steve hasn’t had the chance to meet any of them. They’re clinging to Eddie like he’s the center of their little world—which, to be truthful, he probably is.

Steve hisses when Robin applies ointment to the cut on his face. “Sorry,” she says, “it’s gonna hurt more, I have to redo the dressings now.” She throws a glance at the kids still surrounding them and looks back at him with her eyebrows knitted over her eyes. “Don’t you think that sending the kids away would be a great idea now, Steve? Since you have about a dozen open wounds here?”

“What?” he asks, finally peeling his eyes off the elf – well, half-elf – that almost killed him today. “Oh, yeah. Be gone, children. I forgive you,” he says, flailing his hand like he’s trying to swat an annoying fly.

“You forgive us? We thought you were dead! We wanted to—”

“C’mon, man, he gets it,” Lucas says, dragging Dustin back by his shoulders. He shoots an apologetic smile at Steve, too. Steve loves this kid, all of them, really, but when the group disperses he finally feels like he can breathe.

“I thought I was dead meat,” he mumbles to Robin. “How did I even get this job?”

Robin scoffs. “Bad parents who didn’t want you?”

“Ha-ha,” he mocks and sighs. She applies more of this goddamn ointment to his neck and goes on to wrapping the wounds. He hisses again. Robin doesn’t look him in the eye, but she clears her throat and starts speaking in a small voice.

“I thought—Try not to disappear like that again, will you? Or at least take me with you. I don’t want you to go through this alone.”

You don’t want me to die somewhere alone, he thinks, and it hits him harder this time. He could have died and she wouldn’t have known. He doesn’t want her to live with this thought. He doesn’t want her to ever leave him again. He doesn’t want to die alone, without her to hold his hand. It’s selfish. But it’s true.

“Can do,” he replies, “but only if you write some badass ballad about it. In—wait, how many languages do you actually know?”

Steve groans when she smacks his shoulder.

“I believe this is yours?”

Eddie’s standing next to them, holding out Steve’s dagger. When Steve takes it, he sees that there’s still some leftover dried up blood on it. His blood. He huffs and looks up.

“And the rest of my things?”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t you think I deserve some compensation for this giant bruise on my back?”

“Don’t you think I deserve some compensation?” Steve’s brows furrow when he sees the smile playing on Eddie’s lips. Robin mumbles some half-assed excuse and gets up. Traitor.

It’s quiet for a moment. They’re looking at each other with a mix of emotions Steve can’t quite place. Firelight illuminates Eddie’s face; his eyelashes cast long shadows over his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he says, finally. Steve wants to be mad and spit on it, but under Eddie’s scrutinizing stare, he feels like the lie would be exposed too quickly. He’s not really mad. He’s curious. “For fooling around.”

“You mean… Almost killing me?”

“Same difference. I wasn’t planning on doing that—and I wouldn’t purposefully kill you, I swear! I used the safe darts. They were supposed to knock you out, nothing else. I just—I didn’t believe that kids were telling the truth about you.”

“You felt threatened,” Steve says, and a flash of unease appears on Eddie’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. Steve shrugs. He gets it.

“No problem.”

Eddie looks at him like he’s the craziest person on the Continent. He starts laughing. Bubbly, jovially, honestly. Something warms up inside Steve’s chest; he thinks about the dagger held closely to his throat, about hot, short breaths grazing his skin, about the overwhelming smell of tobacco and amber. He laughs too, quietly, taking in the sight, the smell, the sound. When Eddie sits down next to him on the log, his fingers feel tingly, and not because of the burns.

“You know,” Eddie says, wiping happy tears from the corners of his eyes. “The gossip is only half true. You can fight. You’re not perfect, but… You could be helpful. You know, with the real monsters and stuff. If you stuck around.”

Steve finds it hard to drop his eyes from Eddie’s face, but he looks around at the misfits and weirdos and outcasts surrounding them in the camp. In their safe enclosure. He looks at Robin, hears her laugh loudly at a quip Erica’s thrown towards Dustin. He looks at the kids, scattered around like sheep on the field.

Witchers have one destiny and one purpose: to kill, and, when the time comes, to be killed. To wander, to destroy; words like “build” and “nourish” aren’t a part of their usual dictionary. Steve doesn’t know if it’s possible to fight destiny. He’s heard stories about those who tried—and failed, and failed, and failed, time and again.

But he doesn’t know his destiny. No one does. No one ever will.

When Steve looks back, Eddie quickly averts his eyes, pretending that he wasn’t looking. Steve’s throat clenches. This time, not because  of the knife. He shrugs.

“Yeah, I think I could stick around for a while,” he says. Eddie glances at him and smiles. Firelight dances on his face, making it impossible for Steve not to smile back.

He can try. And if destiny fights back, he’s heard he’s not too bad at throwing punches either.

[wendymonrea]

Anyone have any recommendations or something they want me to make

I will write :

-bernad the head elf

-Jo Polniaczek

-all of the GOT characters

-all of the hotd characters(other then Viserys I)

-the tudors

-fluff

-a little angst

I will not write :

-smut

-some physical ab3s!

-trauma

-hate on religions

-etc.

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 13

Hello!!! We are back for another lovely chapter of this fic. It's still going strong and I have hit Act 3. I don't know how many chapters of that there will be, but I'm to the happy parts of the story. So yay!!!

In this we find out who our little elf is, and Steve makes an instant friend. Then he tries sushi with disastrous results.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Pt 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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Steve watched as she turned in slow motion and her eyes go wide. She then threw her hands over her eyes.

“I’m sorry to disturb you!” she shrieked. “Please put your shirt back on!”

He huffed out a laugh and then went over to the dresser and pulled out a old t-shirt. “There, I’m all dressed. Now tell me who you are.”

“I’m Robin Buckley!” she squeaked. “I’m sixteen and about to enter my senior year of high school, my Uncle Justin got me the job as a PA for the band Corroded Coffin, but my mom was worried about the band taking advantage of me, so she insisted I stay in Hawkins. Which worked out great because I got the task of sneaking stuff in your hotel room, which is also great because I’m super stealthy!”

Steve smiled, immediately taking a liking to her. “Wow that was a lot. Nice to finally put a name and a face to the person who keeps sneaking into my room while I’m showering.”

Robin blinked for a minute before she realized the implication of that. “Oh shit! You must have thought I was a creep or something. God, I’m so sorry!”

“Something like that,” Steve said, tilting his head and chuckling. “But now that I’ve met you, it’ll be easier to drop stuff off whenever and not have to wait for me to be gone or out of the main room.”

“You don’t mind that I can just walk in?” she asked in confusion.

Steve shrugged. “The cleaning staff do it all the time. Unless I put out the tag that says do not disturb, they just come in to do their job. That’s how I made friends with Carla and Juan. They’re teaching me Spanish!”

Robin blinked at him for a moment. “You’re learning Spanish from the cleaning crew?”

He walked up and flopped on the sofa, kicking his feet up. “Juan is teaching me all the swear words first.”

“Wow,” she said, sinking into a nearby chair. “Don’t you have other friends that come see you?”

Steve shook his head. “All my friends abandoned me when my dad caught me and my boyfriend on the sofa making out. I can’t tell anyone else where I am because my dad could find me and beat the shit out of me for not leaving town like he wanted.”

“Wait...” Robin said, “Are you Steve Harrington?”

He reared his head back in confusion. “I mean yeah, weren’t you told who I was?”

She got up and pushed his feet to the floor to sit on the sofa next to him. “Holy shit, dude. No one knows where you’ve been. There have rumors about you still being seen around town, but your like a local cryptid or some shit. All anyone knows is that you’ve been laying low.”

Steve sat up straight. “Wait, really?” He burst out laughing. “I guess being registered at the hotel as Steve Munson is really doing its job.”

“Yeah,” Robin said enthusiastically, “even my mom thinks your his cousin. She’s been broadly hinting that I should accidentally meet you so you can date me.” She snorted. “Which even if you weren’t over eighteen, sorry you’re not my type.”

“Yeah, what is your type?” Steve asked. Robin pursed her lips and looked up. “Come on, who am I going to tell? Eddie and the band are about to be out of communication because they’re traveling out of country.”

“Girls.”

He snorted and then snapped his mouth shut. “Sorry. Um...like I just told you I was caught with my boyfriend and you were worried about telling me you like girls?”

She blinked at him for a moment and then gave a snort of her own. “Oops!”

Steve shook his head. “Hopeless. Just a couple of baby gays in the most backwater town in the whole fucking state. At least you can tell your mom that you’re not my type.”

“That’s true,” Robin said cocking her head to the side. “She didn’t want me traveling with the band because she was afraid that they would prey on a teenage girl. Like I feel like I would be safer with them then some stranger in a hotel room, but...” she shrugged.

“Mom logic,” Steve said, nodding, “can’t argue with it and can’t make it make sense either.”

Robin threw her arms in the air. “Exactly!” She looked around the room and spotted the presents she was supposed to have leaving for him.

“The presents!”

“The shower!” Steve shouted at the same time and they both went running. Steve to the bathroom to turn of the water and Robin to grab the boxes from the sidebar.

They met back in the middle. Robin shoved the boxes at him.

“I want to know what’s in them,” she said brazenly. “I’m not allowed to peek and I really want to know about everything Eddie Munson is sending you.”

Steve laughed and shook his head. “It could be sex toys you know. Are you sure you want to see what’s in here?”

“Yes!” she huffed and smacked his arm. “Now open it!”

Steve opened the first box and inside was a beautiful yellow floor length robe with a note that said, ‘For that hot divorceé look!’

Robin raised an eyebrow at him. “Care to explain that one?”

“I was feeling down a couple of days ago because I was bored,” Steve explained trying not to laugh, “I said I felt like a divorceé who had taken her husband to the cleaners, but now was only left with riches and no company.”

She looked around the fancy hotel room like she was properly seeing it for the first time. She took in all the brass fittings, black marble, and leather furniture. It was pretty, but it was very much not a place someone lived in, only visited.

She couldn’t imagine staying here for as long as Steve had been here. “Oh.”

Steve shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her pity. So he opened the other present. It was a much smaller box, he had wanted to open the big one first because he guessed it was probably clothes.

Inside was small golden music box that when he opened it it had a little yellow bird singing “Birdhouse in Your Soul” by They Might Be Giants. Only blue canary was swapped for yellow, mangling the song a little, but Steve was touched.

“What is with all the yellow stuff especially the yellow birds?” Robin asked as he handed it to her. She had spotted a lot of them as she looked around the room.

Steve laughed and told her about how he met Eddie, highlighting especially the part about wearing yellow in the middle of a metal concert.

“Oh my god!” Robin said roaring with laughter, “I think I would have shriveled up and died of sheer embarrassment if that was me.”

“That would assume I had any dignity at that point,” Steve pointed out. “My dad had tossed me out, I lost my job, and all my friends. If there were better places to get drunk in this god forsaken town, I would have gone there.”

“Have you tried getting another job?” she asked, tilting her head the side. “Like they can’t all be afraid of your dad.”

He just shrugged. “I guess I never thought about it, really. Just been trying to keep away from him.”

“But he’s been out of town for a couple of weeks, right?” Robin pressed. “Do you really think he’s going to come back and hound you just for trying to get a job?”

Steve shrugged again. “You don’t know my dad. His colleagues call him Mad Dog because he’s as tenacious as a bulldog and twice as mean. If he gets it into his head that I must be ran out of town, he’s going to do whatever he can to make it happen. He only left town because Chief Hopper stonewalled him.”

Robin wrinkled her nose but didn’t say anything.

Steve showed her all the other presents Eddie had gotten him and she was delighted with each one. But especially the necklace.

“Well now there are two birds in this cuckoo nest,” Robin said proudly. “Robin and Canary.” She held out her hand and Steve took it with a smile.

“So does this mean you won’t be sneaking around my hotel room from now on?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

She burst out laughing. “I might do a little sneaking for old times sake, but yeah. I’ll make sure to announce my presence from now on.”

“Good,” Steve said with a huff. “Get out of here so I can shower.”

She laughingly did as she was told, Steve shaking his head the whole time.

~

After Steve got out of his shower and bathrobe secured tightly at his waist, he sat down with the want ads. He had long since gotten a subscription to the newspaper for the movie times and funny pages. But now he could use it to see if anyone was hiring.

Because as much of a loud mouth asshole, Tommy had been, he had a point. He couldn’t just sit around and wait to be be rescued by Eddie. There was no guarantee that Eddie would continue to fund Steve’s life style after the band returned from their tour.

He flopped on the bed with a red pen and the newspaper open in front of him. He scoffed when he saw that Family Video was still looking to replace him, even though it had been six weeks since they fired him.

He really didn’t know how to do much. His main jobs had been being a lifeguard at the rec center and the Family Video job his dad forced him to take so that he could ‘learn how to be productive in society’ or whatever bullshit he had spouted at the time.

So he immediately disregarded anything that required typing or phone skills. With it being summer again, he could probably get his old job back at the rec center but then he would most certainly run afoul more Hank Tippets of the world. Which would be more trouble than it was worth.

There was the new mall.

Maybe he could find work there. He circled a couple of other places but decided his best bet would be the mall. He threw the newspaper aside and rolled over on his back.

He was hungry and tired and just wanted to forget about everything for awhile. So he got up and ordered food. This time was going for something different. Sushi. If he didn’t like it he could always order something else.

Steve needed to try other things and if it wasn’t on his dime or his parents forcing him to try it, why not? He couldn’t do raw oysters. But that was probably because he was six at the time and his mother forced him to try it.

Never doing that again.

He also ordered an appetizer just to double hedge his bets. He knew from the description that it was raw fish and rice. He wasn’t going into this completely blind.

The sushi arrived with his weird side of garlic mashed potatoes. Sue him, the potatoes were his comfort food. They were almost as good as the ones as his Auntie Sophie made. The recipe his mother would kill to get her hands on. And probably tried.

Look, he tried. He tried them with the brown liquid-y stuff, the red paste, and green goo. The green goo made his mouth burn like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. If he hadn’t tried the red paste first, he would have assumed it was all that bad.

So he tossed the rest of the sushi back on the trolley and begged for them to take it away and replace it with ice cream. Anything to stop the burning.

Eddie tried to be sympathetic when Steve told him that night, but Steve could tell the other man was trying so hard not to laugh.

Never again.

~

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[steveharrington]

robin buckley as a christmas mall elf. i used to pray for days like this

[honey-flustered]

Honey’s Stranger Things Mini Masterlist

Key

* = In Progress

💦 = Smut Included

⚠️ = Dark

*masterlist to my other blog here

Eddie Munson

Cruel Little Vixen: The Series 💦

The Elf Princess & Her Beloved (Request) 💦

“Come Again?” (Request) 💦

Eddie Had A Little Lamb (Request) 💦

Wrap it Up! (Request) 💦

You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦

I Loved You First 1 ☁️

Made With Love ☁️

Along For The Ride: Series 💦

Steve Harrington

Too Quiet ☁️

Scoops Ahoy Steve! ☁️

Robin Buckley

Steddie

The Final Girl ⚠️💦

[maxinemaxmayfield]

sweet gingerbread made with molasses | steddie | t | 10.1k Alternate title: Mall Elves Fall Madly in Love

Steve Harrington has two goals this Christmas: 1. Survive working as a Christmas Elf at Starcourt Mall 2. Convince his new coworker that Christmas isn't all bad

“This has got to be the worst uniform in the history of uniforms,” Robin grumbles, adjusting the red and green elf hat atop her head. 

“And it covers up my best feature,” Steve agrees, pulling on his own matching hat. Not that he’ll be meeting many eligible ladies.

It’s early December in Hawkins, and Starcourt is busy in the run-up to its first Christmas since opening. Shoppers bustle by, weighed down by bags upon bags of gifts and goodies. Cheesy holiday music drifts from the tinny speakers. 

Santa’s Grotto isn’t even open yet, and the line is already growing, kids and parents waiting to meet Saint Nick. He can tell it’s going to be one of those disgustingly busy days.

Their manager approaches, leading someone else dressed in the same elf costume as Robin and Steve behind him. Steve tries to get a good look, but a curtain of dark hair obscures their face.

“Buckley, Harrington, we’ve got a new hire,” Carl says. “This here’s Eddie Munson. Show him the ropes, yeah?” With that, he walks back to his office, leaving Eddie in the middle of the mall with Robin and Steve.

Munson shakes his hair out of his face and Steve recognizes him almost instantly. They had a couple of classes together in his senior year, and Steve vaguely remembers Eddie being on the receiving end of some unsavory comments from Tommy at some point, remembers calling him ‘The Freak’ behind his back. 

He looks completely out of place here, uncomfortable in the tacky red and green outfit, and Steve can see a tattoo peeking out from the three-quarter length sleeves.

[keep reading on ao3]

[steddieunderdogfics]

recommended by Anonymous in this previous ask!

what a catch! by The_Late_Killjoy

@thelatekilljoy

Rating: Teens and Up

7,314 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: MerMay, MerMay 2024, Light Elf Steve Harrington, Satyr Robin Buckley, Vampire Nancy Wheeler, Siren Max Mayfield, and other such things, a few of them are human bc I couldn't figure out what they would be, Meddling, Getting Together, First Kiss, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Alternate Universe, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, POV Alternating, Art

Summary

Steve is a light elf who thrives on sunlight and fades away in the darkness, and when a storm threatens to roll through the small, magical town of Hawk's End, he knows what to do: gather his friends for a fun lake day before it hits. Except, there's a mischievous, homesick siren lurking in the shadows, ready to flip Steve and Eddie's world upside down (badum tssss). Which may be just what the boys need, considering Steve loses his charm when faced with Eddie Munson, the boy who flew into his heart and never left. Or: Steve is a light elf, Eddie can change forms into a crow, and Max just wants to have a bit of fun. Loosely based on that one prompt that went around that was like "dude that siren used my face to seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me?"

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[graysonnightwing]

pink-tinged days

@dailystobin -> stobin week day three: favorite au -> QPR marriage

(this is a continuation of my platonic marriage series! the only thing you really need to know is Birdie is their adopted daughter.)

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Additional Tags: Dungeons & Dragons, Marriage, Adoption, Found family, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Robin Buckley, Post-Season/Series 03, Stobin Week 2023 Summary: In 2000, Erica is home from law school for Christmas Break, and Scoops Troop reunites for a game of D&D.

It’s late when Sir Stephen of Hawkwing’s Realm finds the witch’s hut nestled deep in the darkwood. An owl hoots noisily overhead; the thick canopy hides the stars and the moon. Sir Stephen lifts his lamp higher.

Her hut is buried in overgrown brambles and creeping ivy. The thatch roof is nearly clouded in smoke pouring from the chimney; the shimmer of warding magic glimmers in his lamplight as he approaches. The shining eyes of an animal watching him catches the light, and he swings his lamp quickly in its direction to scare the beast away. Just a raccoon, more than likely, but there are far more dangerous things in these woods and he’s ill equipped at the moment for an encounter.

His sword and shield are tucked away against a nearby tree. The miserable crone back at the village’s instructions for getting past the wards were clear. “You must carry no weapon and no defense.” His shining steel plate armor, embossed with the symbol of the ancients to whom he pledged his life, is also leaning against the tree.

He approaches the hut in his loose silk tunic and tight linen pants, his boots treading softly against the grass. He reaches his lamp through the ward first, testing, before the rest of him follows. 

It’s warmer on this side of the ward, but Sir Stephen still approaches the door with caution. The firelight in the glazed windows flickers and burns as he raised his hand to rap on the door.

It swings open, and on the other side is a tall, willowy elf, with dirty blonde hair cropped just below her ears and piercing blue eyes. She’s leaning against a dark, gnarled wizard’s staff, well worn in the middle where her hand grips.

“Come,” she says, her voice high and accented.

The house is warm and cluttered. Spell components lay in nearly every direction he can see—a jar of pickling newt eyes, drying herbs from every corner of the globe hanging from the ceiling, dragon claws and hippogriff beaks lining shelves, wet black squid tentacles in a bucket in the corner. Glowing potions, sparking magic items and shimmering mage’s robes are thrown all over the place.

Still, the stew bubbling in the cauldron above the fire smells divine, and she’s made no move towards him. She goes back to the cauldron and points to the table, where a teenage human girl sits waiting. 

“Sit,” the witch says. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Sir Stephen sits. The teenager watches him closely, but doesn’t speak.

“I’m in a hurry,” Sir Stephen says. “If you could hear me out now—”

“You can’t rush good soup,” the witch replies.

Sir Stephen huffs and leans back in his chair.

The teenager next to him clears her throat. Her back is straight in her chair and she’s looking at him intently.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Sir Stephen of—”

“Daddy,” Birdie interrupts, laughing. Birdie’s laugh is Robin’s favorite sound. “You can’t play with your own name. It’s supposed to be pretend.”

She’s eight and learning how to have an attitude from both her Uncle Dustin and her Auntie Erica, who she’s currently sitting in between. They’re at Steve and Robin’s, huddled around the kitchen table, finally introducing D&D to Birdie while Erica is home from law school on Christmas vacation. She’s DMing and starting them off with Steve’s paladin. It’s supposed to be a short arc, just a few hours here and there during Erica’s break.

“Your dad always plays as Stephen,” Erica says with an eye roll. “He’s uncreative—don’t let it rub off on you.” Birdie nods solemnly, her eyes wide. She takes everything Erica says so seriously.

“He’s played a paladin or a knight every. single. time. we’ve ever played,” Dustin adds.

“At least your mom is branching out,” Erica adds. “She’s always a bard.”

“I happen to like bards,” Robin says haughtily. “Everyone else is just jealous because they can’t play any actual instruments when they play a bard.” Robin remembers ten years ago, playing with Erica and Dustin and busting out her trumpet whenever she needed to cast a spell.

“Whatever,” Erica says. “If you bring out that trumpet again I’m throwing it away.” 

Robin laughs.

“No more talking,” Birdie complains. “Let’s play.”

“Alright, alright,” Erica says. “Where were we?”

“I’m Sir Stephen of Hawkwing’s Realm,” he says. “I’m here to ask the witch for a potion.”

“I’m Princess Lily-Daisy and I’m from Roseland,” the teenage at the table says. “I’m here to—wait, why am I here?” Birdie asks Erica.

“You need the witch’s help undoing a curse on your kingdom,” Erica explains, and Birdie repeats it in the British accent she’s been practicing with her uncle Dustin all week. It’s so exaggerated that Robin thinks it might actually be bordering on offensive to the English, and she hides a smile behind her hand. Birdie was nervous enough about it, which is why Robin’s doing her silliest voice, high and accented with Robin’s worst French accent, the same one Steve uses when he impersonates his mom.

“Princess,” Sir Stephen says and flourishes his hand into a bow. “What curse has befallen your land?”

“It’s always nighttime,” Princess Lily-Daisy says. “It’s cold and dark and my people are all asleep.” Birdie peaks over at Erica to make sure that’s okay, and Erica gives her a thumbs up.

“A sleeping kingdom?” The witch says. “I believe we will need to travel to your land to lift that curse.”

“My potion first, witch” Sir Stephen says with a snarl.

“You may address me by my name, sir paladin,” the witch says. “It’s Sparrow.” 

Steve next to her the table laughs, so loud and sudden that Dustin nearly jumps. 

“Hey,” Birdie says smiling. “That was almost my name.”

“Sure was,” Steve says and winks at her, which always makes Birdie giggle.

“And thank God they changed their minds,” Erica says, leveling a look at the two of them. It’s funny now to think how their Birdie was almost their Sparrow.

“You’re Birdie,” Dustin agrees. “Definitely not Sparrow.” 

Birdie’s nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “Definitely not Sparrow,” she agrees.

“Anyway,” Erica says and continues her narration.

Sir Stephen waits for Sparrow to finish her stew before she sets bowls in front of the princess and the paladin.

“Now,” Sparrow says. “You will get your potion Sir Stephen, but only after you’ve helped me lift this curse on the Princess’s realm. I think we’ll need the ancients’ help for this one.”

Sir Stephen agrees, and the three wait until morning before leaving the witch’s home. The sunrise filters in through the darkwood’s canopy overhead as Stephen puts his plate armor back on and secures his sword and shield. Princess Lily-Daisy retrieves a bow and quiver, slinging them both across her back as they make their way towards Roseland.

Half a day’s walk into their travels, they crash into a fleeing man, who says, “Run!” They all race down the path after they hear a monstrous roar behind them as a horde of Kobolds emerge from their cave and give the heroes chase through the forest.

Finally, the paladin and witch stop and face the horde, the witch casting shielding spells as the paladin cuts through the Kobolds. The princess deals the final blow to the horde with an arrow through the eye of the leader.

The witch traps the man in an unbreakable hold as the princess turns to interrogate him.

“Why were they chasing you?” She says.

“No reason,” the man says, voice tinged with the same Roseland accent the princess has.

“I’m your princess—tell the truth or I’ll throw you in prison.”

“Woah,” Steve says next to Robin, looking at Birdie with an amused expression. “No trial or anything? Just straight to prison?”

Birdie smiles and looks up at Dustin. “If he doesn’t tell the truth! I’m the princess and I can put whoever I want into jail.”

Erica laughs next to her. “As a law student I have to say that’s not fair,” she says, “but as your auntie I say that makes perfect sense.” Birdie snuggles into Erica’s side and sticks her tongue out at Steve.

Princess Lily-Daisy interrogates the man until he finally confesses to stealing gold from the Kobolds. 

“For your crime, I sentence you to helping us,” the princess says as the witch releases her bonds on the man, a rogue they learned is named Radcliffe. 

“Very well, my princess,” Radcliffe agrees. Dustin next to Birdie stands and gives her a deep, dramatic bow. Birdie smiles, and everything turns pink, like the room is glowing with the love Robin has for these people beside her. Robin lays her head on Steve's shoulder, watches as Birdie laughs at her Uncle Dustin, still cuddled up into Erica's side.

“The party sets out,” Erica says, “as the noon sun beats down on you and the realm of Roseland waits for rescue.”

[mattiehenderson]

Elf-Witch

Synopsis: my first Stranger Things fic, don't be hard on me please. I'm so happy to see an 80s metalhead represented in a positive light for ONCE! I couldn't help but fall in love with him just like everyone else with taste. So I prefer writing male x male romances, and can I just say we need way more bottom princess male reader and dom daddy Eddie fics. This is my attempt to try and help with that. So this story focuses on my OC, Matthew "Mattie" Henderson, he's Dustin's older brother who's a senior. Heavily bullied for being so effeminate and goth. He has always had a crush on Eddie Munson since freshman year, but unfortunately Eddie is straight...or is he?

Warnings : Sexual language and imaginations. Minors do not interact, 18+.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!OC

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Look at me, please turn around and just look at me.

I stared intensely at the boy who sat in front of me in English, wavy chestnut curtains of hair poured past shoulders too broad for a normal senior, and onto my desk.

I could smell his v05 shampoo, the aloe one, and the Irish spring that almost hid his signature Marlboro and kush cologne. Slowly, quietly, I inhaled the scent that was all things Eddie Munson, the eternal prisoner of Hawkins High School.

In my marble notebook that was graffiti'd with cutouts of my favorite bands and scented stickers, I sketched an imprisoned Eddie in a medieval, hooded cloak behind bars, and coming to rescue him was a soft looking male witch. It went along with the story I was secretly writing for my own pleasure, the poor dungeon master who has been trapped in the dungeons of Hawkeye Castle for 400 years, under an evil queen's spell. Perhaps I named her Queen Cristiana of Hawkeye, after a certain stupid cheerleader that I always see hanging around a certain metal head after hours.

I don't know why I do this to myself, in what universe do I have a chance? Maybe in my own universe in my own land of make believe, but nymphs and orcs and furies also exist there so there's that.

In the real world, Chrissy Cunningham is the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, she's the head cheerleader and smells like Anais Anaïs, she has perfect hair and she's a she.

I, Mattie Henderson, am a boy. Not only am I a boy, but I'm a boy who wears more makeup than any girl in school. I wear my bleached curls too long and listen to darkwave. Eddie Munson would never!

I gently huffed before I finished sketching the scene where Matthias the Enchanter, in his red violet cloak and gossamer garments, shared a kiss with Sir Edward the Banished. 

It was hilarious really. I have known him since I was a freshman, secretly pining, and knowing we have many interests in common, especially D&D, but I've always been too shy to approach him. Too shy to approach anyone, only having one friend my whole time living in Hawkins, Robin Buckley. I'm not as good with people as my little brother, growing up in the Midwest with being what I am and how I am, I figured it's smarter to keep away. Robin always understood me, since we met in seventh grade and I moved here from Connecticut.

After everything last summer with Starcourt, and finding out about what my brother and his friends have been apart of, I shockingly acquired new friends, the very unexpected Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and my art class acquaintances Jonathan Byers.

It's been a lot, it's been a fucking lot, and with it being my senior year the stress has been added. Mom keeps asking about my college options, telling me Indiana University has a pretty good art program. But I don't have the grades, I do enough to get by, school makes me miserable, I could care less about mundane things like classes and grades and teachers, and artificial societies. And sure I like art, but I love doing hair and makeup and nails too, something my mother definitely reaps the benefits of. And I don't exactly love Hawkins the Cursed Lands, but after everything and not sure about this place ever being safe again, I'd never leave my brother here without me. And as pathetic as it sounds, the thought of leaving the man who doesn't know I exist makes my stomach hurt.

I felt guilty for my thoughts, for my fantasies about him, for wishing the reason why I put my black velvet choker on this morning was to cover a bruise from his huge, ring wrapped fingers. Oh how I would cut off all twenty inches of my hair to just have his towering 5'11 frame over my 5'5 one, staring down into my black lined Hazel eyes, with his dark, teddy bear gaze.

The teacher must have sent paper down, because with the melodic swish of his chocolate butter ringlets, I was looking up at him and slamming my marble notebook shut faster than you can say Kissimmee. Dark, button eyes glanced at me before doing a double take. Now fixated on me feeling like a goldfish, with his plush, pillowy, bubblegum pink lips parted.

How the hell could anyone ostracize and hate such a gorgeous human being? Then the angel spoke and I felt like he was oozing the gospel.

Here we go again.

All because of one damn class I'm sitting in Johnson's English for the third fucking time.

I was the last one to plop my ass down, toward the back, the desk with the D&D scribbles and the classic "Ozzy rules" that violated government property. I got a snide remark from Johnson, and snickers and insults from Carver and his ball buddies.

This was exactly why I preferred to escape to my own world, where there are dragons and halflings, or when I close my eyes and finger my sweetheart. Just close my eyes and listen to The Number of the Beast, forgetting that reality is being the town's leper in a town where they decide Jason Carver is a good person because he knows his way around a ball.

Johnson was droning on about fucking writing prompts where he cares more about where a comma goes than if the story is good or not. 

And then, as I'm passing back the picture prompt for the first day of hell, I did a double take at a new face. A face prettier than even the likes of Chrissy Cunningham. Looking up shyly at me, drawing out a protective feeling I didn't know I possessed, are bedroom, dreamy lidded eyes painted a lavender gray,with thick broom-like sweeping lashes that flutter before bright Hazel eyes, that reminded me of summer turning into fall, green fading into browning leaves and golden maples. Kohl-rimmed, making them more pronounced and more awe-inspiring.

Her nose is cute and broad with a puggish finish that rests prettily between roundish cheeks painted a deep blush. My eyes traveled down to a pair of the ideal cock sucking lips, I'm so sorry but I don't really know what else to call them. They're so full and big, so cushiony and I'm a pretty imaginary guy, so what I'm thinking of doing to that mouth…fucking that gorgeous face, making those Hazel eyes water and her gothic makeup run down those pretty chipmunk cheeks, making a big mess of her blood red lipstick smudging it on my cock. 

I shifted in my seat feeling my dick stir, and this was not the time. Cascading around her face was voluminous white blonde curls, so wild and untamable like an elf-witch, very surreal and otherworldly and contrasts beautifully with her dark eyebrows.

And as if my she-elf couldn't have been more perfect, not only did she have herself collared by a black velvet choker, but a cut off Shout at the Devil Mötley Crüe  shirt encased her. My mouth watered and when she lifted a fishnet, arm fingerless glove adorned wrist to take the prompt from me, I inhaled the sweet smell of apricots and roses and sweet, expensive perfume. I couldn't get enough of it.

"Munson, are you drooling? Is that drool, freak?" Carver happily and loudly like a fucking foghorn called me out in front of everyone. Nothing new, usually I'm very unphased by embarrassment, I mean I'm a 20 year old senior. But, for once that jockstrap got to me, knowing this enchantress witnessed it witnessed him calling me out for something she caused. I snapped my head away fast and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket before inspecting the porosity. Damn, I was fuckin drooling.

Saved by the Johnson, the droning authority started a roll call. Imagine my surprise when Johnson called out Matthew Henderson and it happened to be my little elf-witch…or elf-warlock should I say.

[hullomoon]

hullomoon's 2024 works round-up: part one

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! once again i didn't post too much this year, but i definitely know that i was doing longer works (looking at you 17 hour pod!). if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, 2021 roundup, 2022 roundup, and 2023 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

[podfic] leave the children behind | Stranger Things | Joyce/Hopper, Steve & Hopper | 32:53

She catches sight of Hop first, of course. He’s who she’s looking for after all; or, perhaps more accurately, she will think later, he’s the only one she thinks she’s supposed to be looking for in this moment. The way Robin Buckley had talked about what had happened beneath Starcourt that night — well, it had all just seemed so final, she’d thought, and truly she’s never been so happy to be wrong in her life. Meanwhile, in the Soviet Union, Joyce finds not one ghost but two.

[podfic] the goodest boy, his Henry, and the other guy | Red, White, and Royal Blue | Alex/Henry | 04:07

“David?” That voice. The most beautiful sound in the world. David scrambles to his feet, performing a perfunctory stretch before leaping off his bed and bounding down the hallway. His heartbeat accelerates when he sees his Henry, wrapped up in a scarf, looking soft and snugglable. And oh! Behind him is the other guy.

[podfic] Interlude | Schitt's Creek | Alexis & David | 12:25

David whips the tie from around his neck and throws it to the floor in frustration. He will not cry, he will not cry. There is an itinerary and he’s supposed to be sticking to it. There is not enough time to budget in a whole other round of emergency skincare; the only option, if any, would be a few dabs of concealer. That’s it. — Or, a missing scene before the wedding where David's getting ready and realizes he can't quite do it on his own.

[podfic] Goosey Nature | Doctor Who & The Untitled Goose Game | multivoice | 01:42

"Don't you shake your tail feathers at me!"

[podfic] Mixed Emotions | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | multivoice | 33:43

Steve and Eddie trade mix tapes, for totally normal friend reasons. And if a little extra work goes into choosing just the right song, well, what's wrong with that?

[podfic] This Ken Has a Boyfriend! | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | multivoice | 13:39

Eddie the Banished is a half-elf bard, destroyer of Kas, devilish charmer, the Party’s ace up their sleeve, and he is trapped in the Barbie bin. Someone —a loyal party member never rats on their own— dumped him in the fluorescent neon pink tub during clean-up and now he’ll spend the weekend with the dippy plastic models. There’s three Barbies and one Ken, and no one has broken yet. Do they really just sit here and do nothing? “This is hell.” “Well that’s rude.”

[podfic] Five Cakes Marcus Thought Were Bombs and One He Knew Was Fire | The Bear | Marcus-centric | multivoice | 04:51

Six drabbles about Marcus's search for a perfect new cake to bake.

it's perpetual bliss | Schitt's Creek | Stevie/Ruth | 487

It's the end of their first date and Stevie is soaking up the last moments

[Podfic] covered bridge love | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | multivoice | 16:39

“You fucking asshole,” he says, and the moment he lifts his head, Steve’s hand is pushing tear- and sweat-matted hair off his forehead, so careful and kind and infuriating in the way the touch takes over Eddie’s entire self to the point where he can’t help but lean into it. “You absolute fucking jerk.” “I’m sorry.” “Yeah,” Eddie scoffs wetly, “you oughta be.” – Steve is injured in a fire. His ex-boyfriend gets a call. It was supposed to be easier this way.

[podfic] Close Encounters of the Alces Kind | Schitt's Creek | Gen | multivoice | 07:58 & 08:52

why are you trying to get me to stay at work longer than i need to what did you do Nothing i can hear you lying

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

mall santa magic

by cydonic

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper & Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Chrissy Cunningham Additional Tags: some vague au still set in the late 80's/90's but not really specified, please don't dwell on the details, Christmas, Mall Santa Jim Hopper, Santa's Elves Steve and Robin, Robin's crush on Chrissy Cunningham is vaguely mentioned, single parent Eddie Munson (kinda), Flirting, First Dates, First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Meet-Cute, and then, Smut Words: 16,187 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

It's just a job. Wear a silly elf hat, chat to kids, and help families get their dream Christmas photos with the definitely very real Santa who is also (for some reason) hanging out exclusively in their local mall. Steve knows this. But no amount of knowledge in the world could prepare him for Eddie Munson: a man with a strange relationship with Mall Santa and a very cute baby in his arms (that doesn't even belong to him).

[steviewashere]

Playing Around With a D&D/Fantasy Concept, Bear With Me

Okay, so a couple days ago, I made a post about the older teens (minus Billy because I honestly didn't think about him) in a D&D world. Like if they were an adventuring party. Here's the link to the post (mainly about Steve, be warned).

But I thought I'd share what I envision them to look like, using Baldur's Gate 3 as my marker. Because it was the easiest way for me to create them as D&D characters without drawing them, and also because I don't have the energy to draw all that right now. If you'd like to see them and their race & class, they're below the cut!

I've given them a bit of backstory, but I'm not doing it in the way that a typical D&D game would go (most definitely), so if the inspiration hits me—maybe I'll come back to this and write some sort of fantasy AU based on this. <3

Also, be aware that Baldur's Gate 3's character creation is wholly based on presets and that I couldn't fine tune any of them. But I tried my damn hardest. And yes, Jonathan and Argyle look a little funky, oops.

First off: Steve Harrington (Fantasy names pending—no they're not)

He is a half-orc fighter. His background places him as a fable/folk hero, having stood up to a monster on his lonesome—saving a town of people. As far as his backstory goes, I haven't fully fleshed it out yet, but I wanted to play with the idea of him being an exile. Dismissed and sent out by his family, but at a very young age. He has no clue, or no memory more like, of who his family is and is in search of them. His family, however, is part of the land's tyranny—his father, the lord of the land. And that's honestly as far as I got.

Next: Eddie Munson

A tiefling rogue. An urchin in his backstory. His parents having lived a not so well life, dying young/being arrested. He is forced to live and survive on the streets. Stealing, sneaking, and surviving are his main tactics. Up until it gets him in trouble, having stolen from the wrong family. This family? The tyrant lord himself. And in order for Eddie to save himself, he's on the search for a half-orc, bounty hunting. This leads him to come across Steve. And again, this is as far as I got.

Third: Robin Buckley

She is a half-elf bard. Loves all things musical, artful, and entertaining. She carries a deep fascination for the finer crafts of life. Highly intelligent, due to her sage librarian background, and wholly curious. Not one to fit in with neither humans nor elves, she is in search of a community to accept her. Misfits and outcasts are her humble friends, and she'll do anything to find this community. Steve and Eddie—the exile and the tiefling urchin?—they're the perfect match for her.

Fourth: Nancy Wheeler

The human of the group and also an excellent ranger. She's a sage, like Robin is, though instead a researcher. Her abilities in history and insight lead her to investigate the lands. She wants to do right by the people, all people—no matter their race or class. With the combination of her high intelligence and sharp shooter skill, she won't let anything stand in her way. Steve, Eddie, and Robin are the perfect merry cast of misfits for her to fall in line with—and as she discovers, they're not as bad as the prejudiced society makes them out to be.

Fifth: Jonathan Byers

A drow half-elf sorcerer. He's an outlander, an outcast far beyond what the party is prepared for. Though, he finds comfort in wandering, even if sometimes it leads him to less...unsatisfactory places. He slinks through the shadows, one that people think is creepy, but is actually and very honestly sweet. His family is all that matters to him, and within his wandering, he hopes to return. During his travels, he meets another outlander, Argyle. The two of them eventually bump into the rest of the party members—literally.

Lastly (and the dorkiest because him being a dwarf, despite his height in the show, is funny, okay?): Argyle [REDACTED]

Argyle is a dwarf druid. Also an outlander, as mentioned with Jonathan. He cares most about animals and nature than anything else. In fact, Jonathan's the only friendly person he's ever come to know. He's not quite sure what he's in search for, but he knows that if he can assist in any way, he wants to. Whether it be with his knowledge of the natural "herbs" of the land or shape-shifting into a creature in battle, he's ready to ball fists for misfits in his party.

[ronanceautistic]

D&DxST rambles (I need a name for this world)

I like all the characters I’ve created (Robins character is absolutely my fave), except I’m still not sold on Steve and El, maybe yall can give me input.

Steve, it’s the species i’m not sold on more than anything. He’s a dwarf, and ironically I was originally making him a goliath but then i remembered he’d have to sacrifice his luscious hair, and we can’t have that. He’s basically from a mining town where his father owns a mining company and he’s gonna inherit it.

El I truly have no fucking ideas for. Like I think I made her a high elf for now but I have no storyline or backstory.

(🕯️Someone ask me about robin buckley someone ask me about robin buckley someone ask me about robin buckley🕯️)

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ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Celeste Winters - Witch, 22 FC: Kaylee Bryant

Sylvie Nightbloom - Seer, 15+ FC Maisie Williams 

Aspen Lightfoot - Elven princess, 21+ FC: Ruby Cruz

Elizabeth Murphy - Teacher, 20+ FC: Dakota Johnson

Alicia Piao - Psychology Student, 20+ FC: Natasha Liu Bordizzo

Tiabeanie Florence - Princess,15 FC: Georgie Henley

Allison Roe-Scott - Fashion designer, 18+ FC: Leighton Meester

Grace Scott - Student, 18 FC: Sara Waisglass 

Alwyn Oakdweller - Half-elf, 25+ FC: Henry Cavill

Dante Moore - Vampire, Forever 18 FC: Quincy Fouse

Astrid Green - Bar / Lounge Owner, 20+ FC: Zoey Deutch

Jacklyn “ Jack ” Esparza - Student, Soccer player, 18 FC: Ruby Cruz

Umi Okoye - Student, animator, 18 FC: Ayo Edebiri 

Sergio Garza - Cps worker, 30+ FC: Oscar Isaac 

Leslie Bishop - bodyguard, driver, 30+ FC: Jesse Williams

Aubree Fraser - Nurse Practitioner, 20+ FC: Jessica Henwick

Peyton Wong - Photographer, 19+ FC: Chase Sui Wonders

Greta Cohen - Event Planner, 18+ FC: Emilija Baranac 

Ryker Cameron - Kook, 20+ FC: Ryan Gosling

Jaden Reeves - Werewolf, 20+ FC: Josh Hutcherson

CALL OF DUTY

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick (25+) - FC: Elliot Knight

Simon " Ghost " Riley (25+) - FC: ???

EUPHORIA 

Fezco (19+) - FC: Rish Shah 

Jules Vaughn (18+) - FC: Hunter Schafer

Cassie Howard (18+) - FC: Sydney Sweeney 

Nate Jacobs (18+) - FC: Jacob Elordi

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes (30+) - FC: Andrew Lincoln

Carl Grimes (18+) - FC: Tanner Buchannon

Glenn Rhee (20+) - FC: Steven Yeun

Andrea Grimes (20+) - FC: Candice King

Rosita Espanoza (20+) - FC: Christian Serratos

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia (30+) - FC: Henry Cavill

Jaskier (30+) - FC: Joey Batey

Tissaia (35+) - FC: MyAnna Buring

Cirilla of Cintra (14+) - FC: Freya Allen

THE SOCIETY

Becca Gelb (18+) - FC: Gideon Adion

Harry Bingham (18+) - FC: Alex Fitzalan

Cassandra Pressman (18+) - FC: Rachel Keller

Kelly Aldrich (18+) - FC: Krstene Froseth

Gareth Visser (18+) - FC: Jack Mulhern

Gordie Moreno (18+) - FC: Jose Julian

Clark Beecher (18+) - FC: Spencer House

GIRL MEETS WORLD

Lucas Friar (14+) - FC: Peyton Meyer 

Maya Hart (14+) - FC: Sabrina Carpenter

Topanga Mattews (30+) - FC: Rachel McAdams

Augie Matthews (14+) - FC: August Maturo

Isadora Smackle (14+) - FC: Cici Balagot

Farkle Minkus (14+) - FC: Corey Fogelmanis

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson (18+) - FC: Joseph Quinn

Jane Hopper (14+) - FC: Millie Bobby Brown

Jim Hopper (18+) - FC: David Harbour 

Nancy Wheeler (18+) - FC: Natalia Dyer 

Max Mayfield (14+) - FC: Sadie Sink

Robin Buckley (18+) - FC: Maya Hawke

Carol Perkins (18+) - FC: Chelsea Talmadge

Will Byers (14+) - FC: Jack Dylan Grazer

Tommy Hagen (18) - FC: Chester Rushing

Steve Harrington (18) - FC: Joe Keery

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale (30+) - FC: Tyler Hoechln

Stiles Stilinski (30+) - FC: Dylan O’brien

Liam Dunbar (30+) - FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Kira Yukimara  (30+) - FC: Arden Cho

Jackson Whittemore (30+) - FC: Colton Haynes

Mason Hewitt  (30+) - FC: Khylin Rhambo

ONE TREE HILL

Nathan Scott (18+) - FC: James Lafferty

Karen Roe (30+) - FC: Moira Kelly

Kieth Scott (30+) - FC: Craig Sheffer

Peyton Sawyer (18+) - FC: Hilarie Burton

HARRY POTTER

Luna Lovegood (18+) - FC: Evanna Lynch

Neville Longbottom (18+) - FC: Matthew Lewis

OUTER BANKS

Rafe Cameron (19+) - FC: Drew Starkey

Kiara Carrera (18+) - FC: Madison Bailey

JJ Maybank (18+) - FC: Rudy Pankow

John B Rutledge (18+) - FC: Chase Stokes

Ward Cameron (30+) - FC: Charles Esten

Wheezie Cameron (15) - FC: Julia Antonelli 

Topper Thornton (19+) - FC: Austin North

ANIMATED TV & MOVIES

Catra (18+) - FC: Lulu Antariksa

Ballister Boldheart (30+) - FC: Riz Ahmed

Vi (20+) - FC: Brianna Hildebrand

HEARTSTOPPER

Nick Nelson (18+) - FC: Kit Conner

Darcey Olson (18+) - FC: Kizzy Edgell

DISNEY MOVIES & TV

Evie Grimhilde (18+) - FC: Sofia Carson

Ben Florian (18+) - FC: Mitchell Hope

Queen Elsa (18+) - FC: Anya Taylor Joy

Honeymaren (18+) - FC: Devery Jacobs

Kristoff Bjorgman (18+) - FC: Lucas Till

Olaf (10) - FC: Asa Butterfield

Fawn (18+) - FC: Maia Mitchell

Flynn Rider (19+) - FC: Ben Barnes

Amity Blight (15+) - FC: Kiernan Shipka

Jack Frost (19+) - FC: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Astrid Hofferson (19+) - FC: Britt Robertson

Miguel Rivera (10+) - FC: As Himself 

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore (18+) - FC: Ian Somerhalder 

Klaus Mikaelson  (25+) - FC: Joseph Morgan

Bonnie Bennett  (18+) - FC: Kat Graham 

Vincent Griffith (30+) - FC: Yusuf Gatewood

Freya Mikaelson (25+) - FC: Riley Voelkel

LIFE IS STRANGE

Dana Ward  (18+) - FC: Lily Collins

Alex Chen  (18+) - FC: Brianne Tju

Chloe Price  (18+) - FC: Emma Mackey

Warren Graham (18+) - FC: Austin Abrams

Stella Hill (18+) - FC: Maitreya Ramakrishnan

Luke Parker (18+) - FC: Ross Butler

Kate Marsh (18+) - FC: Grace Van Dien

SCREAM MOVIES & TV 

Billy Loomis (18+) - FC: Skeet Ulrich

Mindy Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Jasmin Savoy Brown

Chad Meeks-Martin (18+) - FC: Mason Gooding

Noah Foster (18+) - FC: John Karna

Dewy Riley (23+) - FC: Dave Arquette

Tatum Riley (18+) - FC: Rose Mcgowan / Christina Hendricks

Wes Hicks (18+) - FC: Dylan Minnette 

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller (30+) - FC: Pedro Pascal

Ellie Williams (18+) - FC: Bella Ramsey

Dina (18+) - FC: Cascina Caradonna

Tess Servopoulos (30+) - FC: Anna Torv

MARIO UNIVERSE 

Bowser (??) - FC: As himself 

Princess Peach (18+) - FC: Sydney Sweeney

Toad (??) - FC: Jack Dylan Glazer

RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan (30+) - FC: Tom Hardy

Abigail Marston  (25+) - FC: Rebecca Hall 

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen (18+) - FC: Robert Pattinson 

Charlie Swan (40+) - FC: Billy Burke

Jasper Hale  (100+) - FC: Jackson Rathbone 

MISCELLANEOUS ANIME

Saitama (18+) - FC: Adachi Yūto

Sakura Haruno (18+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Naruto Uzumaki (18+) - FC: Suda Masaki

Houtarou Oreki (18+) - FC: Kubota Masataka

Haruhi Fujioka (18+) - FC: Watanabe Mayu

Tamaki Suoh (18+) - FC: Sato Ryuji 

Arisa Uotani (18+) - FC: Hirose Alice

Nana Osaki (18+) - FC: Rila Fukushima

Taiga Aisaka (18+) - FC: Natsuki Margaret Gibb

Yui Harasawa (18+) - FC: Ririka

FNAF

Vanessa Afton (18+) - FC: Elizabeth Lail 

Suzie / Chica  (9) - FC: Dakota Fanning

SUPERNATURAL 

Dean Winchester (30+) - FC: Jensen Ackles

Bobby Singer (50+) - FC: Jim Beaver

Meg Masters (1000+) - FC: Rachel Miner

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE 

Frank Castle (30+) - FC: Jon Bernthal

Peter Parker (19+) - FC: Tom Holland

Tony Stark (30+) - FC: Robert Downey Jr

Vision (??) - FC: Paul Bettany

Bruce Banner (30+) - FC: Mark Ruffalo

Jessica Jones (30+) - FC: Krysten Ritter

DC CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Bruce Wayne (30+) - FC: Robert Pattinson

Selina Kyle (30+) - FC: Cameron Bicondova & Monica Baccarin

Harley Quinn (30+) - FC: Samara Weaving

Arthur Fleck (30+) - FC: Barry Keoghan

Barbara Gordon (20+) - FC: Kat Mcnamara 

Dick Grayson (20+) - FC: Brenton Thwaites 

DUMPLIN’

Ellen “ El “ Dryver (18+) - FC: Odeya Rush

Bo Larson (19+) - FC: Luke Benward