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justsomerandomfanfic · 3 days ago

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Voices From The Past - Bruce Wayne X Female Reader

Title: Voices From The Past

Bruce Wayne X Female Reader

(Can be seen as any iteration of Bruce Wayne, however the Batcave is from The Dark Knight).

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Reader's father (Mentioned), Reader's Step-Mom (Mentioned), and Alfred (Mentioned)

WC: 4,108

Warnings: Crying, family issues/parent abandonment mentioned, Reader is mentioned to have a mother and father, italics, divorce hinted to, infidelity by Reader's mother mentioned, mentions of marriage, nicknames, Bruce is so wise, slight angst, and fluff

You never thought this day would come. Your phone shook in your shaking hands. Tears burned the backs of your eyes before rolling down your cheeks in waves. You stared at the blackened screen, unblinking, shocked, upset, overwhelmed… Too many emotions to fully process properly.

Your mother called. Well, you didn't call her your mother. Technically, yes, she is your birth mother, who birthed you, but she wasn't your mom. Your step-mother was more of a mother than she was. Overall, it was complicated.

Now, the thing was, your mother never called. The day she walked out on you and your father was the last day you had ever seen or heard from her. And that was fifteen years ago.

You had very vague memories of your time and life with her before she left; a time at the local community pool, that one time she taught you how to bake cherry pie, and when she would tuck you in at night. One memory though, that somewhat haunted you at the worst of times, was when she would sing “You Are My Sunshine” to you. You hadn’t listened to that song since she left, it always reminded you too much of her. You hated being reminded of her.

After she left though, walking out on you and your father, it was like she had taken the bright sun with her. For a long time, you didn’t understand why she left or what you had done wrong. For a long time, you thought that you were the reason why she left. Were you not good enough? Were you not a good kid? What did you do to make her hate you that she left?

You tried not to dwell on it, tried to be strong for your dad, who did his best to fill the gaping void she left behind. Your step-mother came into your life years later, a balm to your wounded family, and you slowly started to heal. But the scars remained, faint yet unforgotten.

And now, fifteen years later, that woman had the audacity to call you out of nowhere. How she got your number, you didn’t know. You didn’t really care. Her voice on the other end of the line was hesitant, almost trembling, like she wasn’t sure if you’d even answer. It was awkward, insanely so, and you wished that you had never answered the unknown number.

Her voice faltered as she spoke, a tentative edge threading through every word. “Hi, honey. It’s me,” She began, and for a split moment, you didn’t recognize the sound of her voice, but then it hit you like a tsunami and your eyes widened. It had been fifteen years after all, so it only made sense that you wouldn’t recognize her voice at first or at all. She paused. And it was long, heavy, and suffocating. She was waiting for you to say something. You didn’t. “I… I just wanted to see how you’ve been,” She continued, tone awkward, as if she didn’t know where to start or how much ground there was to cover.

The words hit you, and you fought the urge to hang up right then. “How have I been?” You asked yourself, scoffing mentally.

“I know this is unexpected,” She continued, the slight tremor in her voice betraying her nerves. “I just… I think about you all the time. Wondering how you are doing, where you are. I- I never forgot about you.”

“Okay,” You finally spoke, your voice low, and tone tense. What could you even say to that?

She let out a breath when you spoke finally, “Are you still in the same town?” She asked, her voice continuing to be cautious, “Or… Did you move? I always wondered if you stayed close to home or if you went somewhere else.” There was a painful irony in her words, like she was trying to piece together a puzzle she had willingly walked away from. The puzzle had long been put away, there was nothing to solve. She didn’t know where you were, what you did, or who you had become. “You must be doing well,” She added, trying to sound hopeful, “You were always a smart kid.” You pursed your lips at her words, “What… What have you been up to? Are you working? Married? Kids?”

Her questions came in rapid succession now, but the questions only grated on your nerves, reopening old wounds that you thought had long since scabbed over. She wanted to know everything, it seemed, about the life she had no part in. And all you wanted to know was why she thought she had the right to ask.

You swallowed thickly, feeling tears burn your eyes, but you held them in. Clearing your throat, you finally forced yourself to respond, though your tone was far from warm. Each word felt like it was being dragged out of you. “I moved,” You said shortly, not meeting her invisible gaze through the phone. “To Gotham.”

There was a pause on her end, a brief silence before she spoke again, her voice tinged with surprise. “Gotham? Wow, that’s... That’s far. I never would’ve guessed.”

You ignored the attempt at small talk. “Yeah,” You said curtly, hoping she’d drop the subject - and the call altogether - but of course, she didn’t do either.

“What do you do there? Are you working?”

You clenched your jaw. “I used to,” You replied, keeping it vague. You didn’t owe her the specifics, didn’t owe her anything, really.

Another pause, “Oh, I see. Well, that’s okay. Things happen, right?” She said awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. “There will always be another opportunity.”

You inhaled sharply, her assuming you lost whatever job you had irritated you, and you debated whether or not to answer her next question. The thought of sharing this part of your life with her felt wrong, like exposing something sacred to someone who hadn’t earned the right to know.

“I’m married,” You said reluctantly, your voice stiff and clipped.

Her reaction was immediate, a soft gasp slipping from her lips. “Oh... Oh, wow. Married? That’s-”

“Yeah,” You interrupted, not wanting to hear her feigned excitement or whatever platitudes she had ready. “It happened a while ago.”

Your tone remained distant, each answer another brick in the wall you were determined to keep between you. She might have been your birth mother, but she wasn’t part of your life, and you weren’t about to let her waltz back in like she had any claim to it. Not unless she said or did something worthy enough for your forgiveness.

A flicker of surprise crossed your mind, though, as you realized she hadn’t even heard about your engagement years prior. It had been highly publicized at the time. Then again, she didn’t live in Gotham, and Gotham’s news rarely traveled far beyond the shadow of Metropolis. And you doubted that she was living there.

You shifted on the couch, unable to sit still, your free hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. Every second stretched uncomfortably long as you tried to decide whether to end the call or endure it.

“So... What’s Gotham like?” She asked, her attempt at casual conversation landing awkwardly.

“It’s fine,” You replied shortly, your tone clipped. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers trembling slightly.

“Fine?” She echoed, a nervous laugh in her voice. “I hear it can be a bit... Rough, you know, with everything that goes on there. The crime-rate.”

“It has its moments,” You muttered, glancing at the clock. Time wasn’t moving fast enough.

She hesitated, clearly grasping for something else to say. “And your... Your partner?” She asked cautiously. “What’s he like? Or she?”

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. “He’s great,” You said stiffly, leaving it at that. You didn’t elaborate, didn’t offer details. This wasn’t her business.

“That’s good,” She said quickly, “I’m glad you found someone.”

You could feel your stomach twisting as she spoke. Her words were polite enough, but they carried an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite name - guilt, maybe, or regret. You could only hope. Your grip on the phone tightened, and you shifted again, crossing and uncrossing your legs in an attempt to release some of the tension building in your chest.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” She added after another long pause, her voice quieter now.

You bit your lip, “I’m fine,” You said, the words sharper than you intended.

“I just...” She trailed off, sighing softly. “I wanted to hear your voice again. To know how you’re doing. It’s been… It’s been a while…”

Your throat constricted, and you blinked rapidly, trying to keep your emotions in check. You were twisting the hem of your sleeve now, nearly tearing the fabric, your leg bouncing restlessly.

“Well, now you know,” You said bluntly, your voice colder than you meant for it to be.

She was silent for a moment, and the weight of the silence was suffocating. You glanced at the screen, half-hoping the call would drop, giving you an excuse to end it.

“I’ve missed you,” She said finally, her voice breaking slightly. You closed your eyes, exhaling shakily. Your fingers hovered over the “end call” button, and for a moment, you considered pressing it. But something - curiosity, obligation, or maybe just the tiniest trace of unresolved pain - kept you on the line. “And- and I love you. I’ve always loved you,” She added, her voice trembling. The words hit you like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs. You stared blankly at the floor, your mind spinning. Your chest tightened painfully, her words stirring emotions you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You didn’t respond, didn’t even trust yourself to speak. “Yeah right. You sure have a funny way of showing it.” You thought. Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating, until she filled it once more.

“I love you,” She repeated, her voice softer, almost pleading. It was as if she were hoping that, this time, you’d say it back. When you didn’t, she sighed, the sound tinged with resignation. “Well... You have my number now,” She said quietly. “I hope... I hope you’ll call me or text me sometime.”

“Okay,” You murmured.

There was a pause, and you could hear the sadness in her voice when she said, “Take care of yourself, honey.”

The line went dead with a soft click, and you were left staring at the blackened screen of your phone, your hands still trembling. For a moment, you were frozen, the weight of the conversation pressing down on you like a lead blanket.

Then, the tears came, hot and uncontrollable. They streaked down your face, dripping onto your legs as your shoulders began to shake. A strangled sob escaped your throat, and before you knew it, you were doubling over, clutching the phone tightly in both hands.

Your chest heaved as you gasped for air between sobs, the dam of emotions you’d held back for years finally breaking. You curled into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as you rocked slightly on the couch, tears streaming endlessly. The sound of your own cries filled the room, raw and unfiltered.

The phone slipped from your grasp and landed on the cushion beside you, forgotten as you buried your face in your hands. It felt like the world had been turned upside down, and all you could do was let the storm of grief, confusion, and anger wash over you.

You didn’t know how long you laid there, your sobs slowly slipping into silence. The tears had long since dried on your cheeks, leaving a salty, tight feeling on your skin. You stared blankly at the wall in front of you, unmoving, your mind overrun with thoughts and emotions. It was as though you were suspended in a void, caught between the past and the present, wishing - oh, god, did you wish - that you had never answered your phone.

You weren’t okay - far from it - but eventually, you felt stable enough to move. Sluggishly, you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Your arms felt leaden as you reached up to rub your warm cheeks, your fingers trembling slightly as you tried to compose yourself.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips. Your head fell forward, your elbows resting on your knees as you stared down at the floor. The weight of all of her words lingered, pressing down on you.

Rising, you sniffled, dragging your socked feet along the cool hardwood floors as you drifted through the living room and down the hall. The dim light of the setting sun filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows against the walls. Usually, you would take the time to admire the sunset, but tonight, you didn’t want to. You continued to wander, slipping past the kitchen and the library.

Your steps faltered momentarily as you approached the grand piano in the corner of the study. Its polished surface gleamed faintly in the dim light. For a moment, you hesitated, your fingers hovering over the cool ivory keys, before pressing a specific sequence - notes that resonated softly through the quiet room.

A faint mechanical click broke the silence as the hidden mechanism activated, part of the bookshelf behind you gliding aside to reveal a concealed elevator. You stepped inside, the doors closing behind you with a quiet hiss. As the elevator descended, the air grew cooler, carrying the faint earthy scent of stone.

The elevator doors opened, the Batcave sprawled before you in all its dark glory. Gleaming metal and stark lighting illuminated the space, reflecting off the walls of jagged rock and smooth concrete. The massive expanse felt both imposing and oddly comforting. The sound of trickling water echoed from the waterfalls and their pools, mingling with the low hum of machinery and the occasional beep of system.

You walked along the narrow bridge that stretched over one of the cave’s pools, the platform ahead glowing faintly from the illumination of the LED lights hanging above. The faint chill of the air seeped through your clothes as your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, seeking warmth.

You lingered a moment longer, your heart tightening as you watched him, his broad shoulders bathed in the soft glow of the monitors. Even in the depths of his focus, there was a quiet compassion about him, a gentleness that softened the unyielding strength he carried. Bruce was your rock, the calm in every storm, and a love so steady, so unwavering, it felt like something you’d only dreamed could be real.

You moved closer, standing beside his chair, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his sharp features. The strong line of his jaw, the way strands of his hair fell over his forehead a bit, the way his lips pressed together in concentration - it was impossible not to love every detail of him.

Bruce was the kind of man who bore the weight of the world without faltering, always making space to carry you through your own storms. He was unwaveringly selfless, fiercely protective, and gave every piece of himself even when he had little left to offer. And, of course, he was devastatingly handsome. Those piercing blue eyes, the unruly dark hair, and a sculpted frame that seemed carved from marble itself. But it was the way he loved you, so completely and unconditionally, that left you breathless every time.

You glanced down at him, your fingers gently grazing the back of his chair. Even without meeting your gaze, you knew he sensed your presence - he always did. Time and again, you found yourself seeking him out, whether you had something to share or simply craved the comfort of being near him.

Without a word, your hand slowly lifted, your fingers grazing through his hair, the strands soft beneath your touch. The simple act brought an immediate sense of calm, as it always did. There was something soothing about the way his hair slipped between your fingers. But the pull of him was too strong. With a soft sigh, you moved around to his side. wordlessly, you lifted one of his arms, sliding into his lap with a gentle movement. Your legs draped over the sides of his chair, your body settling close to his.

Bruce’s hand instinctively rested on your back, fingers splayed across your - his - nightshirt. His other hand, still hovering over the keyboard, stilled for a moment, his muscles relaxing. He didn’t need to say anything - his quiet presence, the warmth of his touch, was really all you needed.

You buried your face in his neck, your cold nose pressing against his warm skin, inhaling his familiar scent. Wrapping your arms around him, you let your fingers slip underneath his shirt, trying to get as much skin-to-skin contact as you could. The warmth of his skin against yours was like coming home, and you let out a soft sigh of relief, closing your eyes as you melted into him. Bruce shifted slightly, his arm tightening around you as he leaned his head against yours.

For the next couple of minutes, neither of you said a word. Bruce didn’t ask if you were alright; he knew better than that. He knew something was wrong. But he would never rush you, and never push you to speak before you were ready. He just held you, patient as always, waiting for you to open up.

You took a deep breath, the weight of everything still pressing heavily on your chest. Finally, your voice broke the silence, soft, hesitant, muffled. “My mother called me.” Your fingers continued to softly trace the contours of his skin, brushing over the faint scars that lay hidden beneath his shirt. The words felt like a stone in your throat, hard to let out but impossible to keep inside for much longer. You needed to vent.

Bruce’s hand, which had been rubbing soothing circles on your own back, paused. You could feel his body shift slightly, his focus entirely on you. “What did she want?” He continued his gentle movements.

You bit your lip, a shaky breath escaping as you finally answered, “She wanted to catch up. After all these years… She wanted to know what I was doing, if I was married, if I had kids…” Your arms around Bruce’s mid-section tightened. “Waltzing back into my life like nothing happened.” The dam inside you broke. You could feel your tears starting to fall, “She just left. She left us - me and dad. Without any explanation. No goodbye. Nothing. And now she thinks she can just pick up the phone like nothing’s wrong? Like everything’s fine?” You shook your head, the bitterness, pain, and confusion flooding your words. “It hurts, Bruce. It hurts so much, and I never was told why, just… Nothing. No answers, no apology.”

As your words began to fade, Bruce’s hand gently tapped your back, signaling for you to sit up. You huffed sadly, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand, feeling exhausted.

Bruce’s eyes softened with understanding. “You’ve never told me about your mother before.”

You shrugged slightly, feeling your heart twist as you dropped your eyes to your hands in your lap. “She was never really in my life.” You hesitated for a moment, but the warmth of Bruce’s touch, his understanding presence, made it easier to continue. You looked back up at him then, meeting his gaze. His eyes were steady, filled with patience and care, and it made everything seem just a little more bearable. “When I was ten, she just… Up and left. She just walked away from me and dad without a word, well, at least to me.” Your voice wavered, thick with emotion. “It wasn’t until I was in my late teens that dad finally told me she left him for another man. She never even tried to explain it to me. I was just… Left behind. And replaced… That guy she left us for had another daughter around my age…”

Bruce’s hand found yours, threading his fingers through yours gently so you would stop picking at your skin, along with to support you. “It hurt so much,” You added quietly, wiping your eyes again with your free hand. “Not just mentally, but emotionally. And then she calls me, after all this time, and it just… It opened the wound again. I thought it had healed, but it’s still there.”

Bruce’s hand squeezed yours, his thumb brushing over the back of your knuckles. “I’m so sorry you went through that,” He murmured, his free hand brushing your hair back from your eyes before cupping your cheek. “You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve any of it.” You tilted your head into his palm, nuzzling closer, covering his hand with yours, grateful for his unwavering support, for his gentle affection that surrounded you like a shield. “And you’re not alone,” He whispered, his voice filled with a quiet strength that anchored you. “You have your dad, your step-mom, and of course, you have Alfred. And I’m here. I will always be here for you.” He then lifted your hand, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. His thumb ran over the wedding ring, a soft smile forming on his lips. “To death do us part, remember?” He said lovingly, reassuringly, before pressing a gentle kiss to the space above the ring on your hand.

You let out a breathy mix of a sigh and a chuckle, smiling as you repeated his words, “To death do us part.” Your heart swelled, feeling the warmth of his love, and you knew, deep down, he was right. You weren't alone, not now, not ever. Your heart swelled with gratitude, with love, the tears slowly drying up. Bruce wasn’t just your husband; he was your home. And in his arms, you finally felt like you could breathe again. "Thank you, Brucie," You slowly, “But, I don’t know what to do now." You admitted, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "I don’t know how to move forward. I don’t even know if I should call her... Or if I should let her in again."

"It’s all your choice, sweetheart," He said, his voice unwavering. "You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for." You let out a shaky breath, leaning back into him, finding comfort in the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. "Just because she called, trying to reconnect, doesn’t mean you have to call her tomorrow or even a week from now." He continued, "It could be three years from now, or six months. Whenever you feel ready. Or you don’t ever have to call her." The reassurance in his voice eased some of the tightness in your chest, the pressure to make a decision immediately slipping away. "You’ll know when you’re ready," Bruce added, "And no matter what you decide, I’m here for you."

You closed your eyes, taking in his words, letting the warmth of his embrace comfort you. For once, the world didn’t feel as heavy. “If I call her, will you be there with me?”

"Of course," Bruce said, "I'll be right beside you, every step of the way. Whatever you need, I’m here. If you decide to reach out to her, I’ll be there with you." He then cupped the back of your head, his thumb brushing softly upon your hair. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment as he then nuzzled his nose into your hairline. He pulled back just enough to glance at the clock on his monitors. His eyes softened as he looked back at you, his voice gentle but filled with determination. "I’m staying home from patrol tonight," He said, "We can order your favorite take-out, watch one of our movies." His expression was thoughtful, and you could tell that he was making sure everything would be exactly how you needed it to be. Trying to make the rest of the night as comforting and fun as possible. “I’ll even see if Alfred would mind making cookies.”

You sat up slowly, wiping away any lingering tears as a small smile tugged at your lips. The idea of a quiet night with him, no worries or demands, was exactly what you needed. "Can we cuddle?"

Bruce's lips quirked upward and without a word, he moved to pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you. "Of course, my love," He whispered, his voice deep and soothing. "Anything for you."

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anew-jackson · 2 days ago

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Can you not read

Preventing and abortion can kill mothers if there are complications

Also maybe the parents just dont want the kid. Maybe they were young and stupid. Maybe protection failed them. Maybe she was raped and doesnt want to carry the child/ is too young to safely carry the child.

Whos life would you rather save? The mother or the unborn child?

Please repond properly this time and show some critical thinking skills

Oh wait i forgot

You hate women

motte: abortion should be allowed in cases of significant risk of death to the mother or rape

bailey: abortion should be allowed whenever the parents don’t want the child

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 2 days ago

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I know the holidays have passed but the question just recently came up in my head.

How do you headcanon the HoMies spending Christmas individually?

(Also, do you think Danny still hates Christmas as a young adult or do you think he’s mellowed out since his teenage years?)

Hmm, I suppose it is a very family oriented holiday for all of them. After all, due to each of their commitments, they probably have less time for family during the year as the result.

Personally, I like to think Danny mellowed out a lot with his attitude about Christmas, but that's mostly because since he is not a teenager any more, he is not really obligated to spent it with his parents - the biggest source of stress during the season. (It also helped that both Maddie and Jack also got less intense as they got older.) I imagine it was like a huge weight of his shoulders when he could spend Christmas more lowkey, with Jazz and his friends. Or even visiting GZ Truce parties without worry. But he is still firmly in camp 'Greatly annoyed about Christmas'. Halloween is more his season, haha.

Jenny is sort of in the same camp as Danny about Christmas, since prior experiences soured holiday season for her a little, but still she spends it with her sisters and mom and her friends.

Kim, Jake, Jun, Zak and Ben all have rather big families, so the holiday season is spent in hectic close and extended family reunions and whatnot. Admittedly Zak's family is more 'found', so it includes a lot of Secret Society and his friends. And Ben, prefers to spend his time more with certain members of his family like Max, Ken and Gwen (his parents, uncles and aunts? not so much - tho he is of course obligated to show up to family functions lol) and some of his friends.

Rex and Randy is a bit complicated cases (for reasons). In general Randy spends Christmas with his family a bare minimum, before going off to spend it goofing off with Howard. While Rex would usually spend Christmas with Holiday, Six and Bobo - and compared to others it is a rather reserved private celebration. Tho I like to think, ever since Caesar came back and they reconnected with Abuela, she insisted they celebrated holiday season with her in Mexico when they have the time.

#que?#hom au #hom au q&a #gods the chaos of Possible Lee and Long families reunions would be hilarious. Possibles alone??? They have martial artists and some cowboys #and both Lees and Longs have magical family members?? like?? i get tired just thinking about it #i like to think that the moment Jazz and Danny could they would spend Christmases with only minimum time with their parents #i mean they love them but?? for Maddie and Jack the whole santa thing is a tradition by this point #i dont have many interesting headcanons about christmas celebration haha sorry

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quinngefail · 1 day ago

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Quinn, Do you ship any Rare-pairs in the SAW????...if not could I hear of some of your Character head-cannons for any of the characters?? Also your little sona is very <3<3<3<3 -🍧

HEHEHH THANK YOU

And there's none I'm super super huge on yet, I gotta watch these mf movies more though 😭 there's just a number of characters that I've only seen in action once so far, so like THERE'S POTENTIAL FOR BRAINROT. IT JUST HASN'T SET IN YET

I know I've talked about Strahmheight. But I'm very much in the stages of like 'I enjoy this as a concept. I don't have any solid thoughts beyond that though' Y'KNOW,, in a similar vein, I like the idea of Perez/Amanda :] couldn't elaborate on more yet though lol

And I'll give you a more recent headcanon I've been thinking about :> ! Things are subject to change, of course, but this is the working idea thus far:

In a very stereotypical Wealthy Upbringing fashion, Lawrence was taught how to play the piano while growing up (full context for what I've been brainstorming on that upbringing here lol)- specifically by his parents, as both enjoyed playing. And though they were far from the best parental figures, I imagine that being a genuine source of family bonding. Eventually, either after his mother passed or when his father did years later (haven't fully decided yet), that piano was among the things that were left to him. He had a hard time getting back into playing though- one part due to his complicated feelings on his parents, and the other because of life just generally getting busier and busier.

But, post bathroom trap, the recovery process with his prosthetic required a very sedentary lifestyle for the time being. And in this whole cocktail of trauma, depression, fear, and frankly, boredom, he'd slowly get back into playing the piano- all of the techniques and such coming back to him like a second instinct. It became a very common thing he'd do in his recovery, just sitting and getting lost in it for hours.

And of course, obligatory mention of him inevitably playing for Adam and this becoming a regular thing between them, CUTE SHIT, YADDA YADDA,

It's just been melting my heart. Just a little bit lmao

#replies #sawposting #saw #saw franchise #sawtism #saw 2004 #me thoughts #saw thoughts #chainshipping #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #ramblings #🍧 anon

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xiofaire · 2 days ago

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I want to use this post as a sort of a vent, in the hopes that others understand how I feel or others who feel the same way. I lately have been feeling extremely frustrated with this reality.

What I want to talk about on this post is something I’ve had a really hard time coming to terms with. Society is so fast pace and we as people can’t just live and rest, call it laziness but I don’t see how I have to work everyday 5 days a week with absolutely no breaks but the weekends until I am 70. My parents, siblings and I recently went on vacation, I returned 3 days before them. I had the house to myself for 3 days and I loved it. I loved it so much that I wished they had stayed longer on vacation. This made me think how it’d be a long time before I could have my own home, not just that but that it’d be a long time before I could just roam around my own house all day and do nothing, every single day, just do nothing at all. Decades that’ll take, once I hit retirement I could do this. I sometimes, in glimpses of moments forget that I am a shifter. Thinking about my waiting room dr and how I’d do nothing all day there but just eat, sleep, take the best baths, and watch media all day there. I could stay there for a long time, as long as I wanted.

Look I love my parents, I really do, but being around my mother is so draining. In my AP literature class we learned about energy vampires and I couldn’t help but think about my mother the whole time. Me and my mother have a complicated relationship, I love her but if I am being honest, I don’t like her. She’s the biggest reason why I am so insanely insecure, she has picked on my weight since my middle school days to the point where I didn’t have a quince because I am so insecure about how I look. Now for my father, I love him as well, I just hate how aggressive & loud he gets when someone doesn’t listen to him. I also hate being around drunk men so it really bugs me when he gets drunk. I’m scared all the time here, even when I haven’t done anything wrong I have a fear of my parents getting incredibly angry with me.

I want to know if anyone feels similar in the way that they don’t feel a strong connection with their family here. I can’t help but think I am not normal for this but it’s truthfully how I feel. I’d much rather be around the people in my drs. I feel an ease just thinking about being there in their presence.

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting realities #shifting community #shiftblr #shifting to my dr #shifting blog #shifting diary #shifting motivation #waitingroomdr #shiftingrealities #reality shifter #shiftinconsciousness #shifters #anti shifters dni #shifting antis dni #shifttok #shifting consciousness

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aventurineswife · 24 hours ago

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I have an idea for part 2 of the past meets future

The characters realise that they married to their crush or rival(basically rivals to lovers) when the future child(ren) found reader

A Future We Never Imagined

Tags: Gepard x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Future child, Humor, Rivals-to-lovers, Banter, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Mild language, Mentions of Unplanned Parenthood (in a comedic context), Light Romantic Tension.

A/N: Pretty much rushed and uh yeah, don't ask for another part because I couldn't come up with anything sorry 🧍‍♀️ not proud of this but I can't come up with anything else so sorry to disappoint ya

[Previously]

Gepard stared at the child before him, still reeling from their earlier revelation. The idea of having a child—let alone with someone he hadn’t even considered confessing his feelings to—was beyond comprehension. Yet, the child’s resemblance to him was undeniable.

"I have more questions than answers," he admitted, his voice steady despite the whirlwind in his mind. "But if you’re really my child… who is your other parent?"

The child hesitated, fidgeting with the device in their hands. "Well… I guess you should know sooner rather than later," they muttered, their tone betraying a hint of amusement.

Before Gepard could press further, the door to his quarters swung open. "Captain Landau, I need a word—"

There you were: the last person Gepard expected, standing frozen in the doorway. His crush—and long-time rival in both skill and stubbornness.

The child’s face lit up. "Oh, hey! Mom/Dad/Parent B! Or, uh, future Parent B?"

Gepard’s jaw dropped. "You mean… them?"

You blinked, your face a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Wait. Me? With you?" You pointed incredulously at him, cheeks turning a deep red.

The child sighed dramatically. "Yes, yes, you two were rivals or whatever, but then you got over yourselves, fell in love, and had me! Can we skip the disbelief part now?"

Gepard groaned, his sense of duty colliding with the ridiculousness of the situation. "This is… highly unprofessional."

But you shot him a mischievous smirk. "Looks like we have a lot to talk about, Captain."

The child chuckled. "Yeah, and you thought guarding Belobog was complicated."

Sampo leaned casually against the workbench, his usual grin plastered across his face, but internally, his thoughts were racing. He had a kid? A kid from the future? And apparently with someone he didn’t even get along with?

"Alright, kiddo," he said, his tone light, "spill it. Who’s your other parent?"

The child raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, you’re gonna love this. It's your favorite rival."

As if on cue, the workshop door creaked open, revealing you, who immediately froze in place at the sight of Sampo and the child.

"You," you hissed, glaring at Sampo. "What have you done this time?"

"Me?" Sampo held up his hands, feigning innocence. "I’m just as surprised as you are! Apparently, we… uh, work things out in the future." He winked, earning a groan from you.

The child grinned mischievously. "You two stop fighting long enough to fall in love. And then you have me. Pretty cool, right?"

You turned an impressive shade of red. "That… that’s impossible. I’d never—"

"Ah, but apparently, you do," Sampo interjected, stepping closer with a teasing smirk. "And I’ve got to say, I always suspected there was something under all that… animosity."

"Don’t push your luck, Koski."

The child clapped their hands. "So! Now that you know, can we focus on the part where I’m stuck here and need your help to get back to the future?"

Sampo chuckled, placing a hand on the child’s shoulder. "Sure thing, kiddo. But first, I think your other parent and I need to… clear the air a bit."

You glared at him but didn’t argue, leaving Sampo to wonder if, just maybe, this future wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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rockybloo · 3 days ago

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I know Nana was really close to her dad, but was she ever close w/ her mom? Does Nana have any fond memories w/ her mom?

Her relationship with her mom as a kid wasn't as tension filled as it is now. Her mom tried her best with her and they did have their good moments.

It's just that Nana's father was the type of dad who took genuine interest in whatever his daughter did. He was never doing it just to be a good parent, he really did enjoy telling her stories and taking her on hunts and spending time with her. She was basically his little red shadow, which means her mom was basically in second place while he was in first.

She was also the more stern of the two, and when you have a stern parent and a fun parent, typically the kid is gonna prefer the fun one, so Nana spent more time with her father. That's not to say she never hung out with her mom, she did occasionally especially whenever her dad was busy doing stuff. But it's one of those things where Nana always had more fun with her dad.

He would teach her fun stuff like how to use her Lupine abilities, how to hunt, told fantastical stories, turned into a giant wolf and let her ride on his back through the forest...and her mom taught her how to cook and sew. While cooking and sewing are important skills to have, you can see how her father was the favorite.

I do think that Nana and her mother's relationship in the present is one of the most complicated dynamics I have because words don't really do it justice. Her mom isn't evil and Nana isn't completely innocent, but at the same time, there is justification for why Nana feels the way she does about her mother and her mother neglecting working on her own flaws and faults ain't helping their relationship.

#ask #ask: nana #beanstalked #ask: beanstalked

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cringevalue · 3 days ago

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I keep a fanfiction spreadsheet, I have no shame, and I need to yap about my stats.

I am no longer tracking the time I spend on AO3 because it has gotten too complicated tracking between different devices and listening to podfics / TTS. That being said, I read 35 fics this month, 126 chapters, and 443,876 words.

My top fandom was Stranger Things (obviously), being all 35 (with one crossover) fics and my top ship was Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson with 27 fics. My top five reoccurring characters (according to how fics were tagged) were Eddie Munson in 19 fics, Steve Harrington in 19 fics, Robin Buckley in 13 fics, Dustin Henderson in 8 fics, and Wayne Munson in 8 fics.

The tags I read the most were Eddie Munson Lives in 8 fics, Canon Divergence in 6 fics, and multiple tags were tied in third place.

The most words I read in a day was 53,193 on December 13th and the longest fic I read was The Eddie Munson Hallucination Crisis by FerYerHealth at 63,086 words.

All of this information and every fic I've read this month can be found on my spreadsheet!

Every Stranger Things fic I read on AO3 this month is linked under the cut (fics i read on tumblr can be found here!)

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And All That Could Have Been by HateMeDestroyMe

Mature - 50.4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Broken Hearts, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Professional Athlete Steve Harrington, Business Owner Eddie Munson, Long lost love, Eddie Is A Single Father, Daddy's GIrl, Mistletoe, Rekindled old flames, Suicidal Thoughts

When Steve left Hawkins to go to college in 1986, he broke Eddie's heart. So, Eddie sought comfort with his best friend. That was how he'd become a single father. Now, 15 years later, Steve comes home after a shoulder injury brings his professional baseball career to a grinding halt. But he gets more than he bargained for when he keeps running into Eddie all over town.

Rogue Organ by Battered_child

Mature - 2.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Sicktember, Sickfic, Steve Harrington Whump, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Hospitals, Vomiting, Nausea, Appendicitis, Good Uncle Wayne Munson

As the minutes and hours slowly crept by, Steve began to feel off. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong exactly, he just knew he didn't feel quite right. Nevertheless he continued on with his shift, watching the minutes tick by on the clock. Or Steve starts to feel sick and Eddie takes charge looking after his boyfriend

Bows & All by GodsDoggy

Explicit - 3.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - PWP without Porn, Christmas Smut, Bottom Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Trans Male Character, Trans Steve Harrington, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Face-Sitting, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Plugs

“What can I say?” Steve smiles. “I’m a man of my word.” Eddie snorts. “Clearly.” He looks down between them, admiring the ribbons that decorate Steve's inner thighs. “Bows and all, huh?” Steve laughs, a little breathless in his needy state. “Bows and all.”

As Long As I Get to Keep You by MysteriousMidnight

Explicit - 8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Based on Fan Art, Rockstar Eddie, photographer steve, Playgirl Photoshoot, silver fox steve, Younger Eddie, Age Difference, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Handcuffs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Getting Together, minor daddy kink, like blink and you miss it, some kink talk, Bondage, BDSM, just a little bit though, Nothing Hardcore, Eddie gets tied up and blind-folded, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Some Plot, Mostly porn though, Light Praise Kink, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson

“I- I think I’m ready.” Steve tilts his head. “You sure? There’s no rush, I promise.” Eddie nods, fidgeting nervously with the robe belt. “Yeah.” He takes a deep breath, then lets the robe fall to the floor. And it’s.. less scary than he thought. Maybe because it’s just Steve here, and he trusts Steve completely. ~*~*~ OR: Rockstar Eddie agrees to do a Playgirl photoshoot. Steve is the photographer. They do a little more than just picture-taking.

All Still Breathing by FarahsAmboolents (@farahsamboolents on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 23.1k - Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Eddie Munson Lives, hospital fic, Wayne Munson centric, Protective Wayne Munson, Supportive Wayne Munson, Queer Wayne Munson, Queer Eddie Munson, i guess this counts as a character study?, no ships yet but there's Steddie if you squint, Steve Harrington gets a hero moment, Wayne Munson is vaguely faceblind, that didn't quite happen on purpose it just sorta happened, so many long pauses, Wayne spends most of this fic being very confused, Everybody Lives, pov fic, Hurt Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Graduates High School

Still, Wayne found himself making his way to the hospital after the quake, both hoping to see his nephew come for help and hoping that he wouldn’t have to. He wound up volunteering at the front desk out of helplessness; he sat behind the triage nurse, wrote down the names of the patients that she barked at him and where she had directed them. It was not unlike his job at the motel as a night auditor, except that he was handing out little paper wristlets instead of keys. __ A Wayne Munson centric fic set at the hospital after the "earthquake". Things slowly turn around for the better.

why can't this be love by ssoftcell (@ssoftcell on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 15.5k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - 5+1 Things, Pining, First Kiss, Slow Burn, Brief Sexuality Crisis, Gratuitous Mention of Eddie Munson's Bat Tattoo, it happens like twice but still, Post-Season/Series 04, Fix-It of Sorts, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, she's a great friend, gareth makes an appearance, so does mechanic eddie (if you squint)

Let it be known that Steve Harrington hates cliches. But let it also be known that, despite himself, the feeling of kissing Eddie after all this time is something akin to fireworks behind his eyes, sparklers buzzing beneath his skin and through his veins like pure adrenaline. It’s a high he’ll never be able to top, no matter how hard he tries. Alternatively: Five times Steve and Eddie almost kiss, and the one time they do.

the boys of summer by steveharringtoned

Not Rated - 19.9k - Steve Harrington & Everyone - Graphic Depictions Of Violence - Fix-It, Stranger Things 4 Fix-It, Eddie Munson Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Steve Harrington-centric, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2 Rewrite, Not Beta Read, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

“Steve,” Wayne echoes. “This is my home. Eddie’s my boy.” And then he ruffles his hair with one large hand, coarse from years of working with them, in an action that reminds Steve of Hopper. “I’m gonna go down there and get my boy back. You’re gonna be my tour guide.” He holds his hand out for the final gun Steve has stashed, which he gives over reluctantly. He finds Wayne remarkably difficult to argue with—wonders if Eddie found the same. “Tour guides don’t need guns. You point at somethin’, I shoot it. Got it, Steve?” (Steve knows Eddie’s alive. Wayne’s the only one who believes him. So they team up to save him.)

four puffs of farrah fawcett spray (and a mouthful of UD pollen) by oaseas (@metaldeads on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 17.4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Crack Treated Seriously, Angst, Temporary Character Death, Steve Harrington Has Powers, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Getting Together, First Kiss, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Pining Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Not Beta Read, Steve Harrington-centric, Alternate Universe - Tangled (2010) Fusion, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Follows S2 through to 4

Steve cops a faceful of Upside Down flower pollen in the tunnels, hours after Billy Hargrove tries to punch Steve's brain out the back of his head. Beyond the general hubbub of UD bullshit, Steve thinks he's made it out pretty much unscathed. Months later, he makes a discovery. Turns out, he's much more intact than he'd thought. As in, his skin is baby smooth. Even the scar on his knee from his ill-advised ‘77 summer of skateboarding has disappeared. OR: Steve Harrington can take a hit. He can take many hits. In fact, thanks to the Upside Down, there isn't a hit Steve can't take.

You're The One I've Waited For by Foreverlong

Teen and Up - 12k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Protective Gareth (Stranger Things), Disabled Eddie Munson, Guitars as a love language, implied/referenced suicidal ideation, Very Minor, Reference to past blood and injury, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, POV Alternating

There’s something to be said for people seeing you at your worst and sticking with you regardless. All of those people - okay, not the band - have seen him at his worst. Dead is probably him at his worst. Bloodied and torn open is not a good look on anyone. He feels sick thinking about it. But they saw it. Steve saw it, then he tried to fix it. Steve gave him CPR; no one wants to know they’ve had CPR performed on them, it’s a window into something that he really doesn’t want to think about. But it was Steve, and somehow that feels big in a way he can’t put his finger on. And then Steve got him out of that hellhole, and Steve kept him alive in the car all the way to the hospital, and Steve screamed at a nurse until they brought a gurney, and Steve, Steve, Steve. It always comes back to Steve. Or: Steve wants Eddie to have the perfect Thanksgiving. He ends up giving him so much more.

I'm The First In Line by FarahsAmboolents (@farahsamboolents on tumblr)

Mature - 53.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Robin and Steve decide to be beards, Slow Burn, Disabled Character, Disabled Eddie Munson, this fic contains an obnoxious amount of ABBA, Slow Romance, Period-Typical Homophobia, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, they're a pair of dinguses who don't get the memo, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Firefighter Steve Harrington, fireman steve harrington, actually now that i'm in the thick of it there's less ABBA than i planned

“Look,” said Robin, exchanging a glance with Steve, “My dad is like, super against me dating, so we didn’t even wanna think about it, okay? But we have a mutual friend from Family Video, she’s not around much but sometimes she’s there, and she was hanging out at my place once with Steve and me,” “Dorothy,” supplied Steve, and he smiled at Eddie for some reason. Was he was supposed to know this Dorothy - maybe she used to be one of his clients? “Yes, Dorothy,” said Robin, “Anyway my dad was saying how I wasn’t allowed to date, and Dorothy was like, well if she can’t date now how’s she gonna know what to do when things go wrong when she goes to college after her gap year and she’s in the big city on her own? And so my dad said fine, and then Steve asked me out, like, the next day.” ____ Steve needs some space for his queer awakening, so he and Robin decide to be beards. Eddie doesn't get the hint. *This is a sequel, but previous fic isn't necessary to understand. Context is provided.

Backbone by GhostHost (@sp0o0kylights on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 14.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Steve Harrington Has Migraines, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, The Party Vs Eddie, Dustin Henderson is a Little Shit, Protective Steve Harrington, Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is the Parties collective older brother

Steve this, Steve *that*—Eddie’s had enough of his newest sheepies’ hero worship of the guy, and it all comes to a head when they’re distracted at the most sacred of events: Hellfire. Apparently his majesty is under the weather—time to storm the castle and end their serfdom. (Jokes on Eddie, because one look at sickly, pathetic Harrington has him ripping up his Munson doctrine faster than you can say ‘m’lord)

Non Denominational Winter Party For Friends (Who Know) Of The Upside Down by FarahsAmboolents (@farahsamboolents on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 8.5k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington - No Archive Warnings Apply - Gay Murray Bauman, murray bauman being a good investigator, Murray Bauman POV, Beards (Relationships), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Good Sibling Jonathan Byers, murray has a single instance of research gone wrong and the crowd goes wild

It was written mostly in large bubble letters, reading: ‘you are invited to a NON-DENOMINATIONAL WINTER PARTY’. Below it, in messy handwriting, said ‘for friends of the UPSIDE DOWN’. Between the words friends and of was a proofreader’s caret, and in much nicer handwriting, someone had added the words ‘who know’, with a set of aggressive underlines. “Your brother clearly wasn’t consulted when making the invites.” He said. Either that, or Joyce had a serious case of mom brain when it came to her younger son’s skill. He could even see remnants of the word CHRISTMAS where it had clearly been erased in favour of NON-DENOMINATIONAL. ___ Murray goes to a party with The Party. Author shamelessly uses The PI Character for expositional purposes. (Part of a series. Context is provided in author’s notes if you want to read as a one-shot.)

the one we stay for. the one we come back for by flowercrowngods (@flowercrowngods on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 5k - Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & The Party, Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Eventual Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, but this is not a steddie fic primarily, Steve Harrington Has Seizures, Seizures, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a HugThe Party Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington hurts so prettily, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Brotherly Steve Harrington, Trauma, they're all kids they don't know how to talk about their trauma, but they're getting there, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Season/Series 03, Post-Battle of Starcourt (Stranger Things), Found Family

Two days after Starcourt, concussed and beaten, Steve has a seizure. As a consequence of getting his head smashed in one too many times, he loses more than his car. He has to give up on the one thing he felt like he was good for: driving his friends around and making sure they're safe while he's behind the wheel. He isolates himself from his friends and the world he has no place or purpose in anymore, and it takes a year before people realise it. An intervention is in order. You know, once the world has been saved.

clinging to life by llovebug

Mature - 3.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence - Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Overdosing, Seizures, Vomiting, Hurt Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Men Crying, Sad Eddie Munson, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Drugs, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Medical Inaccuracies, Depression

Eddie recovers from nearly dying in the upside down. He thought he'd be okay. But he wasn't. He shuts everyone out until it becomes too much to handle. Steve makes it just in time to prevent Eddie from almost leaving them a second time.

Never Thought by estrellami (@estrellami-1 on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 9.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington & The Party, Corroded Coffin & Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - actually how do i tag this, Fluff, Minor Angst, Bat Eddie Munson, I freaking LOVE that that’s a tag, Freak’s name is Arthur because I cracked up at him having a ‘proper’ name like that, he’s my child and I love him

Eddie died in the Upside Down. But… what if he didn’t? Aka 10k of bat!Eddie and turning him back into a human.

is it ever gonna change (am i gonna feel this way forever?) by jewishrat420 (@jewishrat420 on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 12.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Steve Harrington is in Love With Eddie Munson, eddie munson is in love with steve harrington, DM Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Needs Therapy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Never Been Kissed Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Love Confessions, Getting Together, more celestial imagery it's all i'm good for, Kissing, Making Out, Crying, Crying While Kissing, Anxiety Attacks, Panic Attacks, OCD, Eddie Munson Has OCD, Eddie Munson Has Anxiety, smoking weed, references to drinking, references to intrusive thoughts, slight descriptions of gore, very VERY slight germophobia, fic is written from both steve and eddie's perspectives, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Steve Harrington's Love Language is Physical Touch, Eddie Munson's Love Language is Physical Touch, quality time as a love language, weed as a love language tbh, Jargyle if you squint, Ronance if you squint, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Steve and Robin Are Platonic Soulmates, First Kiss, Jewish Eddie Munson, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Multiple

Steve notices things. Recently, he’s been picking up on it more. Eddie makes these little movements, minute utterances under his breath, like he’s reassuring himself of something. The seemingly incessant tap tap tapping of his fingers, too exact to be strumming a rhythm in the seam of his jeans but too calculated to be mindless. His pointer finger taps the table. Once, twice, three…Five times. Five times before he moves onto his middle. Then his ring, then his pinky, then back to the pointer. Interesting. or Eddie’s got these habits that Steve desperately wants to understand.

The Eddie Munson Hallucination Crisis by FerYerHealth (@fanficferyerhealth on tumblr)

Mature - 63k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Ghost Eddie Munson, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Attempt at Humor, Recreational Drug Use, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Getting Together, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson in the Upside Down, Family Video, Shenanigans, Steve has a big empty house, Robin has loving and supportive parents

Eddie was concerned, but not 100% sure that he died. He had to be dead if he got stuck in the Upsidedown. Except. Sometimes he got out. Sometimes he flickered about topside and enjoyed his new favorite hobby: Haunting Steve Harrington. Steve was concerned that he lost his mind. He kept hearing things. Seeing things. Smelling things. And by "things" of course, he meant Eddie Munson. It's enough to drive him up a wall. Or at least out of the closet. With help from Robin, of course. The Party was concerned. Steve's behavior of late, was... weird. He started talking to himself. Max saw him breaking into Eddie's trailer in the middle of the night. Lucas noticed some pretty questionable hickeys when they played basketball. Except how could he be hooking up with someone when Steve never left the house? One thing became clear: it was time for an intervention.

Three Queer Boys by lovelylover (@lovely--lover on tumblr)

Not Rated - 2.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Will Byers & Eddie Munson, Will Byers & Steve Harrington - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Will Byers Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, not like a full crush but, Eddie Munson Lives, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, steve and eddie live together, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Gay Will Byers, Will Byers Needs a Hug, And He Gets One!, steve eddie and will r a trio, Fluff and Angst, slight angst

Dustin smiled a wide grin and opened the door to the room they were playing in, where Will saw one of the prettiest men he had ever seen. His hair was curly with bangs cut bluntly over his forehead, not reaching over his eyebrows, though. He was wearing the same Hellfire shirt as everyone else in the group, but he had the sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos on his forearm. Everything about him just seemed so… mustic. But not in a gross way, in a hot-leader-of-a-band type of way. And when he smiled and stood up to walk over to WIll, he could feel his chest tightening and processed thoughts escape his mind. OR Will goes to play in the Hellfire club, he has a slight crush on Eddie, they become friends and Will has complicated feelings to sort out !

Spaghetti-O's by mackmcellister

Teen and Up - 2.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - steddie, Abortion, Discussion of Abortion, background lumax, steve and eddie are basically maxs big brothers, This passes the Bechdel Test, mention of suicide but its a joke so i think its okay, steve and eddie are dating i promise, Drabble, no beta we die like billy hargrove, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Max Mayfeild shows up on his doorstep at 6pm on a Tuesday with a plastic bag from Meijer and tears on her cheeks. “I fucked up, Eddie.” or, the Steddie abortion fic.

Cruising by Anonymous

Explicit - 3.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Sex - Heavy Angst, no dialogue in the first chapter, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, evil author, Hurt/Comfort, Eddie’s bandana changes, implied grooming, Eddie was groomed, Sexual Assault, Rape, Eddie adapts his kinks to his trauma, Drug Use, Smoking, Self-blaming, Victim Blaming, Eddie relocates his own shoulder, I promise Steddie in the second chapter, First chapter is all hurt, no beta we die like billy, Grant is unnamed Freak, Eddie gets raped 3 times, Gang Rape, More tags to be added, There’s a gun, Chapter 3 is dialogue heavy, Steve is a good boyfriend, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson Friendship

Eddie’s habit of fucking around has gotten him into trouble many times. Three incidents leave him more and more tired and traumatized than the last.

where the light won't find you by griesly (@griesly on tumblr)

Explicit - 24.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Extremely Dubious Consent, Monster Eddie Munson, Haunted Houses, Generally spooky vibes, Eldritch Horrors, Liminal Spaces, Isolation, missing time, Oneirophrenia, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Implied Somnophilia, Praise Kink, Monsterfucking, Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Tentacles, background rovickie, Background Pregnancy, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kind Of, Tentacle Sex, potentially ableist language, speedrunning a sexuality crisis

From the moment Steve sees the little house on Cornwallis Lane, he knows it's the only one for him. What he doesn't know - at first - is that what's inhabiting the house feels exactly the same about him. I strongly recommend checking out the end notes for a discussion of the ableist language and dubious consent if you feel those might be an issue for you, though they are slightly spoilery.

apple blossom by honeyglooms

[Stranger Things / Marmalade crossover] - Teen and Up - 2.1k - Baron Lamram / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Meeting the Parents, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Established Relationship, Gay Baron Lamram, Gay Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe, 1990s, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Eddie Munson Backstory, Love Confessions

Baron knows the best way to an uncle/father figure's heart is a good turnover. Well, he sure hopes so. He’s got his fingers crossed. Maybe he should pray on it.

honestly, just let yourself go by limerental (@limerental on tumblr)

Explicit - 7.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Omorashi, Wetting, Desperation Play, Urination, Bodily Fluids, Bladder Control, Undernegotiated Kink, Light Sadism, Adolescent Sexuality, Fuckbuddies, Developing Relationship, Piss Kink WIth Plot, But Still No Plot, oh also some, Crossdressing, Feminization, Light Bondage, Semi-Public Sex, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, They just don't have the vocab for it, Implied subdrop

"So, you want me to pee on you?" Steve asked. "No," said Eddie. "I mean, yeah sure, but not really. And also, yeah, hell fucking yeah, but no, not quite." "Crystal clear, dude. Really cleared that one up."

Made with Love (and Yarn) by SolarMorrigan (@solarmorrigan on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 10k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Crocheting, Gift Giving, Fluff, Gay Panic, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers

El teaches Steve how to crochet. Steve finds himself getting surprisingly into his new hobby. He crochets Eddie a scarf. Things sort of spiral from there.

took you for a working boy by pukner

Mature - 43.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Misunderstandings, Coming Out, Gay Eddie Munson, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Disaster Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Post-Concussion Syndrome, Gender Issues, Gender Identity, Genderqueer Character, Babygirl Steve Harrington, except literally, Eddie is a radio host, for some reason, Hawkins is basically nightvale, and Eddie's Cecil Palmer, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Steve Harrington Has A Crisis, and then Outsources His Crisis, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Everyone Thinks They're Together, Genderqueer Steve Harrington, Nonbinary Steve Harrington

"Do you--Harrington, do you know other gay people?" "One," Steve says, and then, after a moment, "and a half." "And a half?" Eddie boggles at him, "What does that mean?" "He's figuring it out!" says Steve, defensively, "Taking his time, y'know? Whatever, the point is. It's cool you're gay, man."

Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit. Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it. Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted, and outsources a crisis he isn't having.

Like a Mythical Virgin by ArtaxLivs (@artaxlivs on tumblr)

Mature - 1.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Crack, Unicorns, Virginity, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Virgin Eddie Munson, Mentions of Blood, Mike Wheeler is a Little Shit

"Are you a virgin?" Mike asked like the total little dickhead he is.

Hold My Hand (Hold It Tight) by MerthurAllure (Kirbymatsu) (@apple-juice-dreams on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 2.3k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Canon Era, Modern Era, You Decide, Meet-Cute, Dentists, Accidental Subspace, Subdrop, Hurt/Comfort, Holding Hands, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, First Kiss, Sub Eddie Week 2024 (Stranger Things)

Something strange happens when Eddie goes to the dentist and gets his teeth cleaned by the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen. Somehow it ends up being a good thing.

punched in the teeth by love by spacenarwhal

Not Rated - 1.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, Eddie Munson Lives, Crack Treated Seriously, Anesthesia, Wisdom Teeth, Established Relationship, Aging, Fluff and Humor

After all these years together, Steve has seen Eddie under the influence of a lot of things. Weed. Alcohol. Whatever the government doctors had him on back in 1986. He’s known Eddie running on nothing but fumes and Yoohoo mixed with crushed caffeine tablets, and on the tail end of a week long insomnia jag. None of that prepares him for this version of Eddie, cheeks stuffed with soggy gauze, eyes glazed over and comically wide as he stares at Steve. Hard. Blinks. Then he starts to cry.

Wisdom by TiannaMortis (@tiannasfanfic on tumblr)

General Audiences - 2.1k - Eddie Munson / Reader - No Archive Warnings Apply - Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Wisdom Teeth, Best Friends, Feelings, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Medical Procedures, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Friendship/Love

You finally get your wisdom teeth taken out and your best friend, Eddie Munson, is there to take care of you afterwards.

You Ahh Sooooo Byuootifuh by StarsHideYourFires (@starshideurfics on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 2.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Modern AU, Wisdom Teeth, Post-Surgery Confusion, Established Relationship, Married Life, Caretaking, minor hurt/lots of comfort, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, even when he's already locked that down, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, super minor breeding kink, but we all know, Steve Harrington Has a Breeding Kink

Hey, you’ve got Robin. Or I guess you don’t, really. If this is important text me, but you can leave a message and I’ll get back to you eventually. Unless you’re my mom, then probably sooner! BEEP. “Rob-biiiiihhnnn! Where are you? There’s a hah guy shtanding ow-side my room, and I don’ know where I am. I need you here, Robbie. Yuhv gotta hehp me! I’m gonna say somethin’ shtupid and ‘mbarrass mysel’ in front of the hod guy. Robin, come save meeeeeeee!” Steve gets his wisdom teeth out and has trouble coming out of general anesthesia, much to Eddie’s amusement.

Cabin Fever by These_bones_remember_death

Mature - 6.5k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death - Cannibalism, Eddie Munson Goes Insane, Angst, Not Canon Compliant, Hurt No Comfort, Eddie Munson is Not Okay, Steve Harrington is Not Okay, Snowed In, But it's not sexy, Finished this as a treat for my birthday, Future Fic, eddie munson has trauma, Fluff and Angst, light body horror, Mentioned Cannibalism, Semi-Graphic Description of Death, inspired by an episode of Dan Vs., Starvation, Robin Buckley needs a hug after this, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has Anxiety, Accidental Death

Would you believe me if I told you this was inspired by an episode of Dan Vs. Eddie and Steve just wanted to get away for a nice winter vacation in the Harrington family cabin. But things don't go as planned when a freak storm sets in and freezes everything, trapping them there. Resources can only last so long when you're snowed in.

our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it by jewishrat420 (@jewishrat420 on tumblr)

Explicit - 830 - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death - Vore, Blood, Cannibalism, POV Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, yeah i'm using that tag. it fits, idk how to tag this one man read the warnings, Traumatized Eddie Munson, eddie munson's love language is eating people, steve harrington's love language is letting himself be eaten, Blood and Gore, Gore

Eddie loves Steve.

Death Embraces You as I Kiss Your Skin by steviewashere (@steviewashere on tumblr)

Mature - 1.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vecna is Defeated (Stranger Things), Aftermath, Dead Eddie Munson, Grieving Steve Harrington, Secret Relationship, Angst and Tragedy, Mild Cannibalism, (Not Really Steve Just Licks Some of Eddie's Blood of His Finger?), Blood and Injury, Canonical Character Death, Character Death, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, (minor) - Freeform, Loving Something that Death Can Touch, Breaking Obtuse Promises, Steve Asks That Eddie Doesn't Forgive Him, Unhappy Ending

"He breaks that promise. Because of course he does. The axe falls from his grip. Heavily to the ground. His hand burns from the tightness he held onto the handle. Palm a dull red, fingers aching. His body trembles, knees weak and legs like splintering tree trunks, ready to land sideways on the dusty, dirt ground. At his feet is Eddie's mangled, bleeding, cold corpse. Eyes glazed and far away. Mouth agape, lips parted enough for mumbles to fall through. Hair fanned around his head like the saint halo depicted on Saint Francis' portraits. Blood. There's so much blood." OR Eddie Dies Still and Steve Grieves the Love of his Life

Stream My Darlings!! by DutchsPretties (@dutchs-toybox on tumblr)

Explicit - 3.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con - Suicide, Self-Harm, Anger, Rage, Rape, Rape Aftermath, Sex Cam Worker Billy Hargrove, Rape/Non-con Elements, Anal Sex, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Bullying, Sexual Harassment, Harassment, Masturbation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Short, Crying

Uh oh, someone found the Eddie Munson tape! I hope he'll be ok... Oh no! Someone found Billy Hargrove's address! I hope he'll be safe...

Welcome Home (To My Arms) by patheticbabiemunson (@patheticbabiemunson on tumblr)

Explicit - 6.4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Eddie Munson as Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Monster Eddie Munson, Monster Fucker Steve Harrington, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, barely any plot, slight degradation, Slight Dumbification, Anal Sex, Desperation, Pathetic Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Protective Steve Harrington, Vampire Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Big Dick, Monstercock Munson, Belly Bulge, Feral Behavior, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Eddie’s back, Eddie’s different, and Eddie was looking for a different welcome committee. ~~ based wholly on @/StaceTanicPanic ‘s beautiful Kas!Eddie art on Twitter, please send her lots of love because I adore her <3

#can you guess what i've been coping with lately #i'm so sorry this is late i just got wifi #i'm not going to post a year wrap because i feel like that's too much #ao3 wrapped #ao3 #fanfiction spreadsheet #fic recs #stranger things #steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 9 hours ago

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hii was just wondering what are your thoughts on the black family dynamics (esp considering your dislike for regulus (valid[i wanna ounch him])). I've always seen hcs where sirius is hated by his family which doesn't make that much sense bc he IS a black he has all skills that they consider valuable (cunning, smarts, charming etc etc) and i just don't think that the second he got sorted into gryffindor they disowned him immediately. Also how does sirius view them? Ilysm

hiii ilym anon ummmm. i okay wait. black family dynamic is just so like. big. i have a couple posts on them (druella and cygnus, sirius and walburga, sirius and orion, + others) but like if you have a specific rsp id loveee to yap abt them <33

the hc where sirius hates his family ,,, i do hc he hates them. like he hates bellatrix and narcissa and their parents entirely because he never saw a soft side of them, he hates orion because orion never stepped up to be a father (he was a coward and i will die on this hill), he hates his mother but like. he loves his mother. theyre rsp is the most complicated and delicious. theyre so similar but theyre opposites. sirius hates her for what she did but he misses her like a little kid !!! big thoughts on them i could mkae this whole post on them but whatever.

oh and also respect. like,,, respect is very important for sirius. he hates bellatrix and narcissa but he respects their power and their ambition. he hates his mother but he respects her accomplishments and apathy. he doesn't respect orion. he doesn't hate regulus, but he has no respect for him. regulus was a coward who couldn't take the path sirius paved for him because he wanted to be his parents' prince. he doesn't love regulus because he doesn't respect him.

sirius is brilliant and perfect but that has nothing to do with being a black, his intelligence and charm are a part of him not of his blood,, sure he catches the similarities between himself and his family but it's not because he's just like them it's because he's hyperfocusing on anything that would remind people from where he's from. idk.

yeah no, i think being sorted in gryffindor was like the equivalent of a scandal. he wasn't disowned he was just a disappointment,, at least until he reported back top grades and glowing reviews from his teachers. if sirius wanted to go the black family route he could've still been a death eater from gryffindor ,, idk i think hp focuses wayy too much on houses like why are these 40yo women crying abt a school house 💀💀 sigh

i think i've explained how sirius feels abt the family pretty well ? i should probably make a post on how he views each char in more detail but like yeah <33

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atlantablack · 1 year ago

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i'm facing all my fears of the unknown (i've been shaking in my bones)

also on Ao3

At the end of the world, his sides still aching, and Eddie’s blood still tacky on his hands, Steve calls his mom. Leans heavily against the side of the phone booth right outside the hospital, the dial tone somehow still hanging steady in the air, and punches in a number his fingers still remember by heart.

It isn’t that his parents ever officially moved out of Hawkins. It isn’t that they’d ever looked him in the face and said, we’re never coming back. One day there’d just been a number written out in his mother’s small, cramped script on a neon yellow sticky note, hanging next to the phone. He used to call it every few months just to hear his mom say hello. Just to make sure they didn’t move somewhere else and forget to tell him.

He stopped checking at some point. Before Robin, before the party and Nancy’s slurred words. He’s not sure of the exact moment his parents faded into an entity he didn’t care to check on, but if he had to guess, he’d say it happened right around the same moment Jonathan slid his bloody palm into Steve’s and dragged him away from the monster bursting out of the wall.

But still, at the end of the world, the bites on his stomach burning, he calls his mom.

He doesn’t even know if she still lives there, if she’ll answer, if she’s home, but four rings laters his mom’s airy voice says, “Hello? Betty speaking.”

He breathes in harshly, lungs aching in a way he’s come to associate with bruised ribs. Breathes out softly and, the word more air than sound, says, “Mom?”

If he’d thought on it, he’d have thought he’d need to explain, to go into detail, to tell her that something awful is happening, has happened, that he doesn’t even know what he wants her to do, he just, he’d just been standing in the hospital watching Dustin sob and Robin press her hands to her throat and Nancy stare blankly at her bloody hands and he’d needed something he couldn’t name. If he’d thought on it, he wouldn’t have called at all.

But she doesn’t ask for an explanation, not really. He says mom, his voice shaking around the word like it hasn’t since he was six years old and still convinced his mother hung the stars, and she makes a noise he’s never heard, but recognizes from the few times he’s seen Joyce fuss over Will.

“Where are you?” Is what she asks, instead of any of the other questions he has answers for.

“The hospital,” he says blankly, staring at the parking lot, the cars parked haphazardly, the diseased red light still flickering out of a crack across the street. “I’m at the hospital. I’m, we lost… it’s really bad here,” he settles on after a minute, listening to the faint background noise of her moving around a room.

“Are you hurt?” Her tone is brisk, heels clacking as she moves back and forth while she talks.

He thinks about lying. Even now, when she’s actually asking, he thinks about lying and telling her it’s fine and hanging up. He’d handled this mess at 16 and been fine. Had handled it every year after that, always younger than he is now, and he’d been fine. But he glances back toward the hospital and the grief. Thinks of Lucas still sobbing when they’d finally managed to get to the Creel house, to Erica’s shaking hands, how she’s never seemed as small as she’d been in that moment.

He’s thinking of the blood, all the fucking blood, and the way this town just keeps hemorrhaging, drowning person after person, kid after kid. Thinks too, of all the times this week he’d barely made it out alive.

“I’ll live,” he says.

It’s maybe supposed to sound like a joke but she goes very quiet, the only noise the sound of her nails tapping, click click click, in rapid succession against a table. “I’ll be there in six hours,” she says. “Steve, don’t go anywhere. Wait at the hospital.”

He laughs, only vaguely registering that the sound is too high. “Yeah, trust me, I’m not going anywhere.”

Another long pause, her heels clicking across the floor faster than before. “Six hours,” she says again, voice tight. “Go sit down, Steve.”

———

Dustin cries himself out somewhere around 2am, falls asleep with his head on Robin’s shoulder. Robin rests her head on Steve’s shoulder and he rests his head against hers. On his other side Nancy is picking at the skin around her fingernails and he reaches out, gently pulls her hands apart and holds on.

Lucas sits on her other side, eyes unerringly fixed on the door, waiting for the doctor to come back with news on Max. Mr. Sinclair and Ms. Henderson are sitting on the other side of the room, speaking in low tones and Steve, selfishly, wishes that Erica was still in sight as well. He knows Ms. Sinclair was right to take her home but it makes him anxious that he can’t see her anymore. That anything could happen between here and her house and he’d never know until it was too late.

“What are we going to do?” Robin whispers, twisting her hands together like she’s trying to turn the shadows into puppets she can banish.

He doesn’t answer, couldn’t even if he had one for her. It’s lucky really that they seem to have entered the lull following the battle, because he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to stand up again without passing out.

If a monster burst through the door right now, if something gave him a shot of fear fueled adrenaline, he could keep going. But the adrenaline crash, the facade of safety settling on their shoulders, the grief wrapping around his throat—

His sides feel like they’re melting, like every brush of cloth against raw skin is sandpaper instead. And it’s fine, he can wait, of course he can wait. There are still other people in the hospital who need to be seen more than him. So many people who got caught in the earthquake and are hurting. So many people who didn’t make it all because the upside down swallowed them and isn’t going to give them back.

“Steve?” Nancy murmurs, “Are you okay?” She’s squinting at him in concern when he tilts his head her way and he can’t figure out what gave him away until he sees how tightly he’s holding her hand.

“I’m fine,” he says, forcing himself to let go of her hand. He forces an awkward laugh and a weak smile. “I’m just tired and worried about Max.”

Nancy’s eyes narrow but she hums under her breath and he knows she’s going to swallow the lie. But he should have known Robin wouldn’t. Should have expected the sharp jab to his side and the pain that goes bursting through him. He almost falls off of his chair with how tightly he curls in on himself, almost throws up on Robin’s stupid, filthy shoes.

Robin and Nancy both exclaim in alarm, although what exactly Robin expected to happen he can’t imagine. Lucas startles and Dustin wakes up with a shout. Dimly, around the ocean roaring in his ears, he can hear Mr. Sinclair’s smooth voice cutting through the noise, but it’s hard to focus on much of anything when his skin feels like it’s trying to peel off of his bones.

“You fucking asshole,” he grits out , not caring if she can hear him. “I’m never giving you a ride again.”

Robin laughs, high-pitched and terrified as she grabs his right arm and hoists him up and out of the chair, Nancy doing the same on his left. “Well, sense of humor is still intact, so—”

“If you say that’s a good sign,” he says, the words coming out fainter than he’d like.

She huffs in annoyance, doing her best to steady him as Nancy mutters, thank god, at the sight of the nurses hurrying towards them. “It is a good sign,” Robin says quietly. “You being alive and talking is always a good sign because I remember the first time when you weren’t and you can’t do that to me again Steve, okay? You can’t.”

His heart clenches, twisting itself into a knot and pulling at his lungs until they ache. “I’m fine, Robin. You know me. Can’t keep me down for long.”

Her breath hitches, and as the nurses herd him into a wheelchair, he thinks he just barely hears her whisper, yeah, that’s what I’m worried about dingus.

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And no, I'm not good at calling Dad said I've fallen off the grid We hardly say I love you 'Cause your parent's parents never did Ohh, ohh, ooh Save me, now I'm facing All my fears of the unknown I've been shakin' in my bones Lately, I've been praying To a god I've never known I can't do this on my own

#atlanta's writing #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fic: i'm facing all my fears of the unknown (i've been shaking in my bones)#will my writing muse ever return to me?#unclear #but hey maybe if i post this it'll give me motivation #brought to you by me listening to Lifeline by Joshua Bastett one too many times #and proceeding to have some kind of Steve revelation #i just think that parents are complicated #i think his parents suck but i also think they don't mean to suck #i think parents - especially in the 80's #had an ideal to live by #and none of those ideals really included being emotionally available to your kid #sure some where but that wasn't part of the 2.5 kids nuclear family blueprint #i think parents are 3 dimensional people too even if some of those dimensions fucking suck #Spotify

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