#riality-check

[snowangeldotmp3]

hi!! for wip wednesday, i'd love to know more about "kiss the girl!"

ria!! i am so sorry this took so long </3 but i have more of the kiss the girl au for u!!

Nancy loves music.

Which shouldn’t be surprising, mermaid and all. Nancy digs through Robin’s records and begs her to play them, just to see what they sound like. To see which ones she likes better. Nancy scribbles down little music reviews in her little notebook, tells Robin her opinions on Blondie and Stevie Nicks and what songs are better than others and which ones are the best—the ones she likes most.

But she never sings.

Isn’t that like, their thing? The siren song?

wip wursday :)

[hexiewrites]

you said in your fic chrissy & robin are coworkers - where do they work do you think? :-)

oh!!! what a fun question!

hate to disappoint with the answer but honestly I didn't think about it too much? them being coworkers came straight out of @riality-check's first part of the series, so maybe ria has thoughts on where she headcanoned them working?

thinking about it now, some potential fun options:

baristas at a local coffee shop (chrissy works opening shift, robin is mid, so they only overlap for like 30 mins/1 hour max every day but it is the BEST hour of their days even though they're always slammed busy and have to do all their catching up while they share the coffee machine and pound out 50 drinks)

they both work a shitty adminy/businessy job, or like, chrissy is a secretary and robin does data entry, they chat around the water cooler all the time

they work in a daycare! chrissy is with the babies and robins got toddlers, and seeing chrissy walking around with a baby on her hip all day Does Things to robin's sensitive brain

hospital setting could be fun too - chrissy as a nurse (or early years resident) and robin is an EMT. they cross over handing patients off before robins gotta run back out, robin sees how good chrissy is at calming everyone down.

academia fun? robin is a post grad psychology student, chrissy is a gender studies phd, they TA the same intro to psych and gender class?

anyways thats what I've got today! again lets see what ideas ria has. who knows maybe this is going to inspire me to write a part two.....

[puppy-steve]

hi!! i just saw the poll you posted about which fic to do next (i think it's obvious which option i voted for lol) and just wanted to say that i love your appalachian eddie content so, so much and wanted to ask about what part 2 might be? only if you're cool with sharing ofc!!

yeah ofc!! i'm always up for talking ab my fics 🥰

pt 2 is essentially a broader view of misty taste (pt 1). we get a glimpse what his routine is when he's feeling homesick and delve into his thoughts about feeling like he doesn't belong in a town that never made him feel welcome in the first place.

to be honest, this one's going to be a rewrite. at least the second half, anyway. i keep looking at it and rereading it and it all just sounds like a jumbled mess. but i'm excited to work on it and see what i can change and move around!

[corrodedbisexual]

6 and 21 for the fic writer ask game?

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

HAHA usually, nope. This steddie bang is the first time I'm working with betas and for a big project like this, it's immensely useful bc I keep getting second thoughts about things and need critical feedback and also I might be missing things bc the universe is too big and obvious to me in my head and I can totally forget that something needs to be spelled out for readers.

I don't know if I'd still do that for the small silly fics, I have a look through them myself for consistency and well if there are some small errors left over in the end... like, who cares, it's a hobby, I'm not publishing this in print.

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

We're actually working on the @chooseyourownsteddie thing with @sidekick-hero rn and it's my first collab and it's been so much fun so far!! 🥰

Get to know your fic writer

[stevethehairington]

hi mack!! 7, 13, and 19 for the stranger things ask game?

hiiiii ria!! ty for these questions!! 💕 💕 

7. Favorite couple? (canon or non-canon)

i mean i think it's preeeetty obvious who my favorite couple is 😂 i do run a steddie blog after all 😂😂 nah but for real, steddie is my favorite non canon couple because they just FIT so well together and they compliment each other very well, and it's just SUCH a fun dynamic they have, and also the way that it can be altered so much and still end up the same!! and that's fantastic!!

(honorable mention to ronance/buckingham bc i CANT pick a favorite robin ship i CANT; lumax; munderson; drumcheer; and jopper my beloveds <3)

((I JUST LOVE LOVE OKAY?))

13. Which would you want to be a part of? Scoops Troop or Hellfire Club?

OH NO THIS IS HARD!!! except wait a second, dustin is in BOTH, and technically so is erica. and i KNOW steve and robin would absolutely get wheedled into joining hellfire at some point.... soooo.... in that case hellfire for sure.

but if we're just going off of them the way they are now, i would have to choose scoops troop bc they are THEE ultimate faves.

19. Favorite minor character?

this is like. three way tied i think 😂 im a dirty cheater and can never just pick one for these kinds of questions 😂

my tie is between wayne munson, tommy hagan, and claudia henderson.

all three of those characters are SO much fun to dig deeper into and to put into situations and to explore the way they interact with those around them (especially wayne and tommy), and it's just a blast to come up with lil background details for all of them too.

stranger things ask game

[steddielations]

✨🌈☀️send this to ten people you're happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥

ria 🫶😭🙏 thank you this is so nice!!

[kkpwnall]

for the fanfic ask game: 💭 !

hi hello ria!! thanks for the ask!!

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work? oooh my gosh too many to count!! for steve generally, he's not as dumb as the people around him think he is ((and sometimes it's funny / to his advantage to pretend to be dumb)), but also he thinks "cuffing season" refers to actually cuffing one's clothing.

eddie is a theatre kid which explains his instinct to "yes and" whatever situation he finds himself in, and he gets his flair for the dramatics from wayne.

and in any given fic of mine, only one of them knows how to cook and the other is a complete disaster in the kitchen.

i have a lot of headcanons about my own fics, but this one gave me a lot of trouble to actually articulate them. thanks for asking and making me think about it!!

emoji fanfic ask game

[lavenderstobins]

For the ask game: 17, 23, 29?

Thanks for the ask!

17. Past or present tense? Why?

I used to write in past tense but I switched to writing in present tense when I started writing Stranger Things fics. Honestly? I much prefer present tense, I find it easier to explore scenes with it

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

Dialogue allllll the way. Writing dialogue feels natural to me in a way I can’t explain… writing action always feels clunky to me 😔

29. What's the hardest thing about writing?

For me it’s letting things be bad the first time. If a scene won’t work with me I get too frustrated and drop it for days or weeks at a time until I can think up a solution to it rather than writing a bad version to edit later and it’s so annoying

[send me asks!]

[evermorebarbie]

✨🌈☀️send this to ten people you're happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥

THANK YOU RIA!! HOPE YOU'RE DAY WAS WONDERFUL ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[thefreakandthehair]

Spicy Six -Ber Month Fanworks Challenge

It's that time again! I'm so excited to host the Third Annual Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge, with a twist this year! Rather than winter-specific prompts, we have a mix of both fall and winter prompts. With all of the fun October events happening, this felt like the best way to capture both seasons. The past couple of years hosting the seasonal challenges has been such a blast, and I can't wait to see what people come up with this time around!

Here are the rules: 

It's a Spicy Six challenge so of course, you must include someone from the Spicy Six (Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, Steve, Argyle). Don't feel pressured to include everyone, of course. You can be ship-specific or general. Chrissy is also included! (I know that makes seven– I just don't want to change the title, honestly.)

There are two links below, one for dialogue prompts and one for more general prompts. There will be a claims process, but I've decided to make it easier for everyone (myself included) and will not be limiting how many people can claim the same prompt this year. In years past, it's led to a lot of back and forth trying to choose second options, third options, etc. and there's more than enough creativity in this fandom for people to make vastly different interpretations of the same prompt!

To claim a prompt, simply shoot me a DM with which prompt you'd like from what list (i.e.: prompt 6 from dialogue prompts'). Since I'm not limiting prompts, don't worry if I don't get right back to you!

One prompt per person. You're welcome to use as many as you like, but you can only claim one.

No restrictions for fanart, and no word count minimum or maximum for fics. Long fics, ficlets, drabbles, all are welcome.

Posting will run from November 15th through December 31st. Additional posting details here!

When you post, please use the tag spicysixbermonthchallenge and tag me so I can see and reblog it!

Please feel free to reblog to spread and signal boost.

Dialogue Prompts Here Inspiration Prompts Here

tagging some peeps who've been along for the ride before/expressed interest & some writing/art pals (this is open to everyone!! not just those tagged!): @starrystevie @hexiewrites @stevespookington @withacapitalp @maxinemaxmayfield

@maxineholtzmann @stevethehairington @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @formosusiniquis @sourw0lfs

@steddieas-shegoes @steddieasitgoes @judasofsuburbia @kkpwnall @thisapplepielife

@werepuppy-steve @medusapelagia @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @starthecozy @sidekick-hero

@shares-a-vest @steddie-island @acasualcrossfade @hbyrde36 @ao3usermelancholyhues

@cuips-not-cute @arelliann @stervrucht @griefabyss69 @kaspurrcat

@sparkle-fiend @ahhrenata @nostalgicbones @henderdads @undreaming-fanfiction

@riality-check @wynnyfryd @aidaronan @stevesbipanic @hereforanepilogue

[withacapitalp]

Trust Me

Read it on AO3 instead here. Special thanks to @riality-check for betaing for me!!! I love me some genderfluid Steve Harrington, and writing this was so much fun!! TW: internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia, and a couple f slurs

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It started with the long navy skirt that Carol’s mother got her for her thirteenth birthday. 

Well, maybe it started a lot earlier. Maybe it started with Steve being both Tommy and Carol’s first kiss, or maybe it started with Steve always wanting to play house, or maybe it never really ‘started’ in the first place. Maybe this was just always who he was. 

But Carol thinks it really started with that long navy skirt. 

It wasn’t really Carol’s style. It was floor length and just a bit too long. When she tried it on, the bottom pooled around her on the floor like a rushing river. Her mom promised to get it tailored and told her to hang it up in her closet. 

Carol, in a hurry to get dressed before Steve and Tommy, left it on her desk instead. 

Her thirteenth birthday was perfect. Just her and her boys doing whatever she wanted. They went to Enzo’s for a fancy Italian dinner, watched a romance movie that Tommy pretended to hate, and got two scoops of cotton candy ice cream afterward to split. Her parents even let the boys sleep over in her bedroom as long as they all promised that Tommy and Steve were going to stay on the floor. 

They broke that promise pretty much the second the door was shut, but what her mom and dad didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. 

Carol fell asleep squished between her two favorite people, snuggled in warm and safe. 

She woke up half cold. 

Tommy was still curled up on her left side, snoring and dead to the world, but her right side was chilly, and when she spread her fingers out searching, only the blankets greeted her. 

Steve wasn’t there. 

Carol cracked one eye open, looking past the empty bed and towards the clock on her bedside table. 3:48 am. 

Way too early to be awake, even for an early bird like their Stevie. If it was Tommy, she would’ve just rolled over and went back to bed, assuming he was just getting up to pee or something. That was probably what Steve was doing. Carol didn’t need to worry. 

But…but it was Steve, and Steve had a tendency to get himself into trouble. The little voice in the back of Carol’s head that sounded like her mother was nagging at her, telling her to check on him, telling her to make sure, just make sure. 

So, with a heaving sigh, Carol untangled herself from Tommy’s octopus grip and pushed herself out of bed, shivering slightly when her bare feet touched the freezing cold floor. She scurried over to where her slippers were, jamming them on and walking out the door yawning. 

She was too busy rubbing at her sleep filled eyes to notice the skirt that had been on her desk was missing. 

Light spilled into the hallway from down the stairs, directing Carol to where she would find her missing boy. She decided to slide down the banister to avoid the creaky steps, smothering a giggle and keeping quiet. Steve was probably just getting a midnight snack and watching one of her VHS tapes. Maybe she would join him, and they could watch Robin Hood or Mary Poppins and fall asleep on the couch together like they did sometimes. 

But when Carol finally peeked into the living room, she stopped short.

Steve wasn’t sitting on the couch munching on chips or drinking a soda, and the television was dark. He wasn’t sitting at all, actually. Stevie was standing by the big accent mirror her mother put in the corner of the room, looking at his reflection as he idly twirled back and forth. 

That wasn’t the part that made Carol freeze in place. 

She froze because he was wearing her new skirt. 

It looked like it fit him wonderfully, actually. Steve had shot up like a weed last year, growing practically a foot in height, so the maxi length reached almost exactly halfway down his calves. His waist, which had always been tiny, looked positively perfect. If it was another girl trying it on, Carol would already be gushing about how cute it was. 

But it wasn’t another girl.

It was Steve. 

Her Steve. One of her boys. One of her boys was wearing a skirt, and it was a definitive fact that boys did not wear skirts. She would’ve figured it was just a joke, something stupid to make her and Tommy laugh, but then why would Steve do this in the middle of the night when they wouldn’t be awake to tease him? Why would he come downstairs when everyone else was asleep?

Why did Steve look like he was about to cry? 

Any thoughts Carol had about poking fun at him disappeared. Steve never cried. Never ever. She hadn’t even seen him cry when he broke his wrist falling out of the tree in his backyard. The only time she had ever seen Steve cry was the first time his parents had missed one of his basketball games, and she hadn’t even ‘seen’ that, just heard it through his locked bedroom door. 

(She didn’t like to remember that day. He had been crying so loudly it carried through his whole house. Carol guessed Steve never learned how to do that quietly, considering there was no need. His parents weren’t there.)

Sure, they liked to mess with each other, and Carol was never afraid of saying something that other people might be too sensitive about because she knew Steve could take it, but something about this just felt…different. 

“Stevie?” Carol called, stepping into the room. He immediately stiffened up, the soft slope of his shoulders growing rigid with fear. Steve looked at her from the reflection of the mirror, not turning to face her properly. 

He looked completely terrified, and that just wouldn’t do. She didn’t know what to say or think about a boy wearing a skirt, but she did know how to deal with Steve. 

“It looks pretty,” Carol said with false lightness, walking into the room and standing behind Steve in the mirror. She tried to catch his eye and give him one of her sweetest smiles, but it fell when Steve avoided her gaze. 

“It doesn’t,” Steve muttered, curling in on himself and grabbing at the hem of the old t-shirt he was wearing as pajamas, “I look silly.” 

“I think it’s pretty,” she argued back.

Yes, he did look kind of silly, but she couldn’t stand seeing him make himself small like that. Steve did that whenever he was talking to his mom and dad, he would hide himself away and try to take up less space, but he never did that with her and Tommy. Carol wasn’t going to let him start now. Not because of this. 

“It is really pretty, Stevie,” Carol added on, reaching out to put her hand on his shoulder, “The cut is nice, and it makes your waist look so small. I wish mine looked like that! Plus the color compliments your-”

“I look ridiculous, Carrie,” Steve interrupted harshly, jerking away from her before she could touch him and squeezing his eyes shut tight, “Like a fag, a sick freak.” 

Carol left her hand hovering in the air, her stomach disappearing. Those weren’t Steve’s words. Steve would never say something that mean. 

Carol knew she could be mean sometimes, and she knew Tommy could be even meaner other times, but that was only to people who deserved it. Steve was never mean, even to people who deserved it. He was a total sweetheart, soft and gentle, and he needed her and Tommy to protect those soft gentle parts of him.

The parts that would hurt if he heard things like that. The parts that would hold onto words like those, waiting for the perfect moment to turn them inward and hurt himself. 

He had gotten those words from somewhere, and Carol was pretty sure she knew where. But no matter who had said them or about what, she knew she needed to make them go away. 

Somehow. 

“Well, it does look a little weird,” Carol started, quickly continuing when she saw Steve’s lip starting to wobble, “But not because it’s you wearing it! Just… that skirt really doesn’t work with your PJs. Wait, wait right here, I have an idea. Trust me.” 

She scampered up the stairs, practically flying into her room and rooting around in her closet, throwing things left and right. When she found what she was looking for she gasped in delight, a sound that was just loud enough to make Tommy snuffle slightly away. 

“Go back to sleep,” Carol said in a soft sing-song voice, pausing briefly in her mission to skip over and press a quick kiss to Tommy’s cheek. 

She loved Tommy, and she knew Steve loved Tommy, and she knew that Tommy loved both of them, but this still didn’t feel like something that they needed to share with him. At least, not just yet. 

Luckily, Tommy hummed happily and turned over, going back to his snoring. She chuckled quietly to herself and began to walk out, grabbing the big jewelry box from the top of her dresser as an afterthought. 

Steve was still standing exactly where she had left him, looking out of place and uncomfortable in his body. The words ‘sick freak’ were still burning in her chest, and she could see them written on his features. 

The other word was there too, but Carol couldn’t think about that word. She used it, and Tommy used it, but never for real. Steve had said it for real, stamping himself with a label that didn’t fit right. 

Yeah, he and Tommy had kissed a couple times, but Steve had also kissed her a few times, and she kissed Tommy all the time. It was just something they had as friends, practice for when they got real boyfriends and girlfriends. That didn’t make them fags. That just…it made her boys her boys. That was all. 

No matter what, Steve wasn’t a freak, and he definitely wasn’t sick. He was the coolest boy in school, her very best friend. He was soft and gentle where she and Tommy were hard and biting, and the three of them worked perfectly. Everyone looked up to them, everyone wanted to be them. Anything he wanted to do was right.

So if Steve wanted to wear something pretty, then Carol was going to make sure it was absolutely perfect. 

“Here,” Carol said, handing over the sweater she had been looking for. 

It was cashmere, soft and buttery to the touch, with a cream and dark blue striped pattern. Her uncle had gotten it for her in Paris, but he always got things way too big. It was ‘so she could grow into it’, but Carol really hoped she would never grow into an extra extra large. 

Steve took the sweater from here, but didn’t move to put it on. He just held it, rubbing his thumb along the fabric and staring down at it with a strange longing. 

“Go on. It’ll match way better,” Carol urged, nudging his shoulder with her own and stepping back. He stayed still. 

“Trust me,” Carol repeated, keeping her face open and honest. 

Steve tossed her an unsure look but did as he was told, hesitantly pulling his t-shirt off and slipping into the sweater. Without the pajamas clashing, the skirt looked even better, and Steve was even starting to cautiously admire his reflection again. 

“Now let’s tuck it in,” Carol said, pushing away any lingering confusion and moving straight into business mode. She didn't have to think about whether it was right for Steve to want to wear a skirt, she just had to make sure that it looked good. 

She pulled Steve so he was back directly in front of the mirror, standing behind him and reaching around. She tucked the bottom of the sweater into his skirt, fussing for a second to make sure it wasn’t bunched up anywhere and smoothing down the creases where his broad shoulders didn’t quite match up to the way the sweater was cut. 

“Give me a twirl,” Carol ordered, spinning her finger the way her mother always did when she had Carol try on something new. 

“Twirl?” Steve questioned, standing awkwardly. 

Carol nodded eagerly, sitting on the coffee table and putting her jewelry box down next to her. She never really liked it when her mom made her do this, but it was enjoyable to watch someone else. Carol had always wanted a sister to play dress up with, and while this wasn’t exactly the same, it was still pretty fun. 

Now that she was getting into it, it didn’t really seem all that strange to her, and the longer she looked at Steve in her clothes, the more normal it all seemed. It was just dress up, just something fun to do with her very best friend. Didn’t best friends try on each other’s clothes all the time? Tommy and Steve practically shared one wardrobe. 

This wasn’t that weird. Just dress up. 

Steve continued to just stand there for a minute before taking a deep breath and spinning in the smallest fastest circle she had ever seen. His face was beet red and he was staring down at his feet, but Carol could see the smile starting to grow on his face. 

She made another teasing circle with her finger and Steve twirled around for her again, bigger this time. She giggled, and he answered with his own quiet laugh. The air in the room was growing bright and warm and Carol hopped up from her spot, grabbing Steve’s hand and tugging him over to the couch. 

“Time for accessories,” She declared, dragging her box over and opening it. It was stuffed to the bursting with tons of different bits and baubles, and Carol began to root through it, picking out a few things she thought would match. 

“Do I need these?” Steve wondered aloud, looking wide eyed at all the different options. 

“Accessories make an outfit, Stevie,” Carol said, parroting the words her mother always said to her. 

She put a bunch of her silver bangles around one of his wrists, and her favorite blue and white polka dot scrunchie around the other. None of her rings would fit Steve’s fingers, and his hair was too short for his hair was too short for any of her ribbons or to make a braid, but she did find a few star and moon barrettes to clip in that looked nice. 

Carol pulled back to look at the whole outfit, tapping her lip with the tip of her finger. There was still something missing, something not quite right. 

“Oh!” Carol said, realizing what was wrong. She reached up behind her own head, undoing the clasp and reaching up to put it around Steve’s neck instead. 

“Wait, what are you-”

“Trust me,” Carol crooned, continuing to put the necklace around Steve’s neck. When the clasp was locked in place, she fixed the chain, arranging it exactly as she wanted. 

“There, that’s better,” She said with a satisfied smile. 

The locket was gold, which didn’t exactly match what she was trying to do with his ensemble, but it was the thing that was missing. Steve and Tommy had gotten it for her for her tenth birthday, and both of their pictures were inside, along with one of her baby teeth.  

It was cheap, and her mother didn’t like it very much, but they had saved all of their pocket money to get it for her, and it was Carol’s prized possession. She never let anyone else touch it, and the only time she took it off was to take a bath or grab a shower. 

She could feel its absence now, the lack of weight that was usually there on her neck, but the sensation didn’t fill her with the usual anxiety it caused. She knew it was in safe hands. 

Out of the three of them, Steve was always the gentlest.

Steve looked lost again, reaching up to touch the locket in silent wonder. The bracelets around his wrist jangled against each other, and he almost startled at the sound, unused to wearing any jewelry. She snickered, opening up one of the other drawers in her box. 

“Do you want some makeup?” Carol whispered conspiratorially, pulling out her secret eyeshadow and mascara, “My mom doesn’t know I have these, but I swiped them from the department store a couple months ago,”

Steve quickly shook his head, staying uncharacteristically silent. Carol could tell he wanted to say yes, and she really wanted to try and see if she could do a better job on him than she did on herself when she tried to put it on, but she held back. Steve was brand new to pretty clothes, and doing too much at once would probably be overwhelming. 

He already looked pretty shocked as it was. 

“Okay. Now let’s look properly,” Carol said, clapping her hands and pulling them both out of their thoughts. 

She held out her hand and Steve took it, interlocking their fingers. Carol passively thought about different nail polish colors she could try on Steve as she walked them both towards the mirror. He probably wouldn’t like pink, but maybe baby blue? Or white with little stickers. That could look nice. 

Or maybe this was a one time thing. Maybe Steve would look at his reflection and totally hate it and never want to try again. 

That’s what Carol should want, right? It wasn’t normal for boys to want to put on pretty clothes, and it would be better if Steve decided he didn’t like it. 

So why was she so hopeful that Steve would like how he looked as much as she did? 

“How do you feel?” Carol asked as they reached the mirror, looking anxiously at their reflections. 

Steve looked like himself still, but changed, evolved. It was like those soft parts of him- the gentle ones he kept hidden just for Tommy and Carol- were finally on full display, and the result was gorgeous.  

The lean muscles that were starting to develop on Steve’s arms from swimming practice were hidden under cashmere stripes, and the barely there baby fat that was starting to fade made her want to squeeze his cheeks. He had a sweet smile on his face and he kept glancing shyly from the mirror down to his hands and back up to the mirror. It was like he was scared to see himself, but couldn’t look away. 

“Pretty,” He whispered, his voice filled with awe, making Carol’s chest brim with light, “I feel pretty.” 

“No,” She whispered back, leaning her head against his upper arm and beaming, “Trust me. You’re beautiful.” 

“Beautiful,” He repeated, holding the word reverently on his tongue. Carol stood on her tip toes and kissed Steve’s cheek, wrapping her arms around his bicep and going back to looking at their reflections. 

Carol’s mom never ended up getting that navy skirt tailored, because she never saw it again. When she asked her daughter, Carol played dumb, telling her it was in the laundry or missing somewhere in the house. 

Her mother never found out that the skirt and the sweater that had never fit Carol now lived in the back of Steve Harrington’s closet, hidden inside a fabric bag behind a box of old baby clothes. 

[snowangeldotmp3]

for the fanfic ask game: 🧠!

what's an idea you have that you can't quite call a wip?

i can't stop the spidey ideas, and recently as a companion to spider-nance, i've been thinking a LOT about a spidey max au. i don't have enough to make it an actual au, and i'm still really on the fence about it BUT she's still rattling around in my head

wip ask game 2: electric boogaloo

[hexiewrites]

hi hex!! 💛💌🦋 for the fic writer ask game?

oh god i missed this completely SORRY RIAAA!

i answered 💌 here! (tldr: found family, enemies (&idiots) to lovers, 'it was always you')

annnd i answered 💛 here! (tldr: HAVE FUN with your writing!)

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

I think last year I would have said Steve, but honestly? I had SO much fun writing Eddie in the carve-verse, he's just.... I just love him! I also adore getting to write robin because she's really Just Like Me (an anxious gay adhd disaster who is also Kinda A Bitch)!

THANK YOU!

(from the fanfic writers ask game)

[puppy-steve]

for the fic writer meme, def a combination of uwu and too many thots

i have.....so many thoughts swirling around up here

[eiddets]

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steve’s never been a strong reader.

the letters swim together on the page, and it frustrates him.

he doesn’t know why.

he wants to be able to experience the worlds that eddie gushes about to him, wants to experience that for himself.

so eddie starts reading to him.

eddie reads to him every night in bed, puts on character voices that has steve giggling into his shoulder. peers over eddie’s shoulder and reads along with him, finds it’s easier when eddie’s speaking out loud.

eddie never calls him “stupid,” never calls him any of the insults that his teachers called him back in highschool that made him feel insecure.

he just simply flicks the page over, giving steve a lopsided grin that has steve’s heart fluttering.

“i think you’re really gonna like this next part,” eddie says warmly, and steve smiles back, presses a kiss to the nape of his neck.

he really likes the next part—he always does.

.・。.・゜✭・.

tags: @infinite-orangepeel @riality-check @steddiefr @steddie-steddie

[stevethehairington]

✨🌈☀️send this to ten people you're happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥

riaaaa!!! ty friend, ily!! 💕💕💕