#this may or may not be something me and my platonic soulmate do that Steve and Robin now do in my mind

[queerweirdness]

On my freaky close friends stobin shit

Robin was well aware her and Steve were closer than most friends, scarily so. They showered together when they were at her house due to her family not having a huge hot water tank like his. They slept in the same bed no matter whose house they were at, despite the fact they both slept naked due to overheating in their sleep. They had seen each other naked more times then they could count. They frequently went skinny dipping in his pool late at night. 

They were practically one person living in two separate bodies. They knew everything about each other. That included all the details of the other's sex life. They have had many conversations about what they prefer in bed, and Robin had a very vivid mental image of what Eddie Munson looked like naked, all the way down to the dick piercing, although she had never seen it firsthand. It didn't matter that Steve liked boobies. He didn't like hers.

So when she was sitting at home minding her business and got a snap from Steve along with the instruction to not open it in front of other people, she wasn't too concerned. 

Steeb: don't open that around other people

Bobin: what am i about to open??

Steeb: i just need to make sure it doesn't look weird before i send it to Eddie

Bobin: i think all dicks look weird babe. But ill look to make sure it doesn't look weidER than normal.

Steeb: hwo did you know it was a dick pic

how*

Bobin: what else would you send to eddie that im not allowed to open around other people?

Steeb: fair point

Bobin: lower the camera a little. Your dick looks short

Steeb: Thanks robbie. Ur the best

Bobin: you know we are the weirdest friends ever right? You just sent a lesbian your dick pic

Steeb: you had me grab ur boob the other day because you thought you had a lump

Bobin: i was CONCERNED

Steeb: ill text you later. eddie is calling

Bobin: take my stuffed animal off your bed. Sir franklin shouldnt witness such behavior

Steeb: on it. Love you bobbie!!

Bobin: love you stevie

[rogueddie]

Steve wakes up to a beeping noise- a heart monitor. He struggles to open his eyes, turning to squint around the hospital room. Something about it feels off, though he can’t tell what.

A woman stumbles in, almost spilling her coffee. She looks familiar.

“Hey,” Steve tries, only to end up coughing. His throat is painfully dry.

“Steve!” She exclaims. She hurries over, swapping the coffee for a plastic cup of water. She carefully holds it to his mouth for him to drink. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you awake! I know we can’t talk here but… fuck, man, you really had us scared for a minute. Promise me you won’t do anything like that again!”

“I promise?”

“Oh! Eddie finally woke up too! Just the other week. He keeps asking about you, I should go-”

Steve is only more confused. There’s only one Eddie he knows and that Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead worrying about someone like Steve. Not unless...

“Munson?”

“Duh. Oh! Nancy! I was supposed to- you’re ok, right? I’ll just be a minute!”

“Yeah, sure.”

She throws him a thumbs up, darting out the room, calling for Nancy.

His head throbs. He’s not sure what is going on, what happened… maybe that thing in the Byers house did get him after all? Maybe this is just a dream.

"Ah, Mr Harrington," a nurse greets with a warm smile. "It's good to see you awake. I'm just going to check your vitals and all of that stuff, then we'll need to go over some questions. Does that sound alright?"

"Questions?"

"You've been asleep for a few weeks. We need to make sure that everything up there is ok." She lightly raps her knuckles on the side of her head.

Despite how light she's trying to be, Steve feels a sinking in his stomach.

"Is that possible? What- what could be wrong?"

"Nothing too serious. You're speech is clear and legible, you're conscious and cognitive." She lifts the clipboard off the end of the hospital bed. "You remember your name?"

"Yeah," he says. After a moment, he realizes; "oh! Right, sorry. Steve Harrington."

"Date of birth?"

"April 29th, 1967."

"Do you know what todays date is?"

"Um... how long have I been out? You said a few weeks, right?"

"Almost three weeks, yes."

"Three weeks, so that would make today... December 4th?"

She doesn't respond for a moment. The way she keeps her eyes on the clipboard feels too calculated.

"The year?"

"Uh... 1983?"

She only pauses for a moment, before continuing to ask simple questions about current events, how he's feeling, where he feels any pain or discomfort.

He lies when she asks if he remembers what caused him to be hospitalized. He's not sure what the story Nancy and Byers will give. He can't imagine people... involved, would want the truth out. And he's not willing to risk whatever consequences will come with that.

"I'm going to talk with your doctor," she finally says. "I'll be one minute."

"Wait! What- am I ok?"

"Your doctor will explain everything, don't worry."

Amnesia, his doctor explains.

Three years of his life, gone. They try to reassure him, say that it's still early days and he could completely regain his memory, no problem.

But they don't know. Not really. It's all 'possibly's, and 'maybe's. No guarentee. There's still a chance that he may never remember.

The woman who ran in when he woke up, sat by his bedside and holding his hand in a death grip, doesn't look anymore reassured by their optimism than he is.

"We're... close?" He asks her.

"Yeah," she says, forcing a smile. "Platonic soulmates. It's, um... Robin, by the way. Robin Buckley."

"Do we have that... Mrs Click, you sit behind me, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I did." She looks stunned, almost dazed. "I didn't think you remembered, or even noticed me."

"How could I not? You're hilarious!"

"What? We never-"

"Oh, uh, you're muttering. Behind me. It wasn't exactly, um... quiet."

"Oh my god," she slaps a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. "You heard me talk about you!"

"Yeah, like I said; you're funny."

Luckily, someone else bursts into the room, interrupting whatever epiphany Robin is having.

"Steve!" He yells.

The guy looks like a kid, barely out of middle school. But he rushes to Steve, eyeing him up like he's Steves babysitter.

"Uh, hi?"

"Oh no," is the kids response. He turns to Robin. "How much does he remember?"

"He is right here, you know."

"I think some time in 83?" Robin replies, ignoring him.

"Before or after the whole... uh..." He glances at Steve with suspicion, then pointedly to the door.

"Jesus," Steve mutters, rubbing at the crease between his brows. "Did Nancy and Jonathan tell you, or what?"

"Tell us about... what?"

He rolls his eyes at them, pointing to the kid. "Whatever has short stack paranoid. The thing with the-" he flops one hand around, raised towards the ceiling, "the lights."

"Do you remember anything that happened after that?" The kid quickly asks. "At the hospital, and Will?"

"You mean the Byers kid? Isn't he, like... dead?"

"So you... don't remember me."

"Sorry?"

"It's fine," he lies.

Steve hates how sad the kid sounds. He glances between the two of them, both seemingly wallowing quietly about the situation.

"Which room is Munson in?" He asks, breaking the silence.

"What?" The kid frowns. "Eddie? Why?"

"Which room?"

"He's two doors down to the left," Robin answers. "Why- woah! Don't get up! You're still-"

"I'm fine," Steve gently pushes her away, ignoring both of them trying to plead for him to get back into bed.

Despite the bandages, bruises and sick look to him, Munson somehow looks better than Steve remembers him looking. The longer hair definitely suits him.

"Steve?" He frowns. He tries to sit up but, grimacing, he soon stops. "What the hell are you doing up? You're gonna freak Dustin out."

"Dustin? That the kid?" He asks, grunting as he sits on the edge of his bed.

"What do-" he pauses, expressions slowly twisting with the horror and realization. "Yeah. Yeah, man, Dustin is the kid."

"Right. So... um... we're friends now?"

Eddie winces. "We haven't exactly had time to talk about... that."

"What? It's been years!"

"It's not that simple."

"Are you saying that because it's true or because you don't-"

"Because it's true," Eddie rolls his eyes. "A lot has happened since then, Steve. You fell in love with Wheeler."

"What?" Steve can't hide his confusion. "Nancy?"

"Yes, Nancy. You made sure everyone fucking knew about that."

Steve snorts, having to grab at his side with a wince. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.

"So you're still easy to rile up?" He asks, smirking.

"Wh- you-" Eddie gasps. He tries to sit up again, grunting when he flops back down. "You were trying to make me jealous?!"

He's looking at Steve with disbelief, but he's also smiling.

"Are we friends now?" Steve asks.

"Yeah, Stevie. We're friends."

"Just friends?"

"I don't... Steve, how bad is your amnesia?"

Steve quickly looks away, wincing. "Not... that bad? I remember that- the first time. This, um... monster shit. Falling out with Tommy. And the doctors are optimistic- they're pretty sure I'm going to remember."

"Alright... maybe it'd be better if we talk then, instead of rushing into it now."

"Jesus," Steve frowns. "I really have missed a lot. When did you get mature?"

"Hey-"

[steddiealltheway]

The Danger in Romanticizing (Ao3 Link)

"Steve, I'm serious, you might absolutely hate Eddie." 

Steve sighs and relaxes against their couch. This is the third time today that Robin has given him this warning. "I'm not going to terrorize him to the point that Chrissy breaks up with you." 

Robin raises her eyebrows at him as if he would seriously do it. "You don't know Eddie though. He's... he's someone you would've hated in high school. He's loud, nerdy, dramatic, and he was in a band." 

"Robin, he sounds just like you." 

Robin's jaw drops. "Take it back." 

Steve laughs, "Come on, he sounds great. I don't know why you and Chrissy think we'll hate each other." 

"He was bullied in high school by jocks just like you, but he threw it right back at them," Robin says while pacing. "And Eddie to Chrissy is the equivalent of you to me - her platonic soulmate. If you two don't like each other, then I don't know what we'll do." 

Steve stands up and grabs Robin by the shoulders, stopping her pacing. "It's going to be fine. If anything, we'll just make polite small talk any time we see each other. As far as I'm concerned, you like him and he's kind to you, so he's good on my list." 

Robin nods but she doesn't look convinced. 

"I just can't believe that you two waited a month to introduce us." 

Robin sighs and walks away from him, brushing off imaginary dust on their couch and chair. "It'll be easier to explain when you meet him." 

"When are they supposed to get here again?" 

Robin glances at the clock and goes pale. The doorbell rings and Steve feels a sudden rush of nerves. He doesn't know why he's so nervous to meet this man. He really likes Chrissy, and he can't imagine her being best friends with someone he wouldn't like. 

Robin takes a deep breath and looks Steve over for a second sighing as if disappointed in something. 

"What?" 

"Nothing," Robin says quickly and rushes to the front door. She pauses and looks over her shoulder. "Just please be nice." 

Steve gives her a thumbs-up and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, waiting for this mystery man to appear. 

The door opens and Steve spots Chrissy first, sporting a very nervous smile, and then the door opens all the way to reveal Eddie. 

And holy shit. With all the warnings, it never crossed Steve's mind that the man could be so damn hot. He's wearing a black t-shirt with some band on it that Steve doesn't know but the short sleeves show off a few tattoos that make him curious about how many he may be hiding under the rest of his clothes. He tries not to let his eyes wander for too long, so he doesn't dare stare for any longer, glancing back up at Eddie's face in hopes that he hasn’t been caught. 

He feels his heart speed up a little bit as he finds Eddie looking him up and down quickly before shooting him a small smile. And god, he has dimples. 

Steve smiles back at him and walks to the front door. He bends down to pull Chrissy into a hug first before pulling away to hold a hand out to Eddie. He takes it, and Steve's eyes catch on his rings quickly. He wonders if the whole tough exterior was built to protect him while simultaneously drawing attention. "Hey, I'm Steve." 

"Eddie," he says back. And his damn voice goes straight through him. 

"Oh shoot, I forgot to grab something from the store before we got here," Chrissy says. "Robin, will you come with me to get it?" 

"I can-" Eddie starts to say, but Robin's already grabbing Chrissy's hand and pulling her out the front door. 

It closes loudly and Steve winces at the noise. 

Eddie turns to him and awkwardly smiles. "So..." 

"So," Steve says, noticing the hesitation coming from Eddie. He wonders... "Can I just come out and ask if you've been getting the same warning that we might hate each other?" 

"Yes!" Eddie says and lets out a deep breath. "And did they seriously just leave us alone thinking that?" 

"They're lucky if we don't kill each other." 

"If? Don't you mean 'when?'" Eddie asks with a teasing smile. 

Steve laughs loudly and asks, "Do you want a beer or something?" 

"God, I would love a beer." 

Steve smiles and walks off to the fridge, grabbing two and gesturing Eddie over to the living room. They both sit on the couch a comfortable distance away from each other, and Steve ignores the itch to move closer. "So, I heard that you were in a band." 

"And I heard you were a former jock." 

Steve snorts and waggles his fingers at him. "Your worst nightmare." 

Eddie dramatically leans away from him with a hand over his heart. "Good heavens, you're absolutely repulsive." 

Steve finds himself laughing again. He has no idea why Robin thought he would ever hate this guy. 

"So," Eddie says with a small smile, "What are you doing now, former jock? Chrissy hasn’t mentioned you being in any of her classes or hanging around the college, so I’m assuming you don’t go there." 

Steve runs a hand through his hair and leans back against the couch. "No, college isn’t for me. I'm working in sales at my dad's company. Specifically, as a car salesman." Eddie immediately cringes and Steve sighs, "Trust me. I know. But I'm absolutely horrible at my job. I can never bullshit someone. If they tell me what they're looking for, I'm giving them exactly that and not some overpriced bullshit." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows. "But you're still selling cars, so it sounds like you're doing your job." 

"Not the way my dad wants me to," Steve complains. 

"So, why don't you do something else?" Eddie asks point blank. 

Steve's a little taken aback by the bluntness, but he appreciates it. He shrugs. "I got horrible grades in high school to the point that I couldn't get into even the easiest colleges. Working with my dad just seemed like the only option." 

"For a while I was thinking about working at the plant with my uncle because high school was terrible for me. I managed to fail my senior year twice before graduating." 

"So, what are you doing now?" Steve asks, curious about what other options there are. 

Eddie leans back against the couch and takes a long swig of his beer. Steve tries not to focus on the tendons in his neck as he swallows. "I had this moment after I graduated where I suddenly realized that my creative outlets suddenly vanished. My band had to take a break because everyone but Gareth graduated and Jeff and Grant were going to college, and I could no longer run Hellfire Club which got rid of my Dungeons and Dragons outlet. And for some reason, I was struck with this great idea to write a novel." 

He shifts, crossing his legs under himself and looking off in the distance with a sad smile. "I just sat down and wrote and wrote. It's like the words were pouring out of me, and I couldn't stop them. God, I barely slept." He pauses as if he's reliving the moment. "Then, I had this extremely rough draft of this book, and I started calling publishers and I went to the first one who would take me. But they read it and told me it would be better as a children's story." 

Steve can't help but interject, "That's just one person's opinion though." 

Eddie nods and drinks more of his beer. "Yes, but they offered to actually look at it and publish it once I simplified it." 

"Did you do it?" 

Eddie nods. "Yeah, and I mean, it brought in a decent amount of money that I've been cruising on, but I don't know. There were so many things I wanted to expand on. I was aiming for a whole book series." 

Steve turns to him and sits crisscrossed. "So, what's the children's book about?" 

Eddie sighs, "You're going to find it so dumb." 

"Try me." 

Eddie puts his beer down on the coffee table and leans in to Steve. "So, it takes inspiration from Dungeons and Dragons. And it's about this boy who has never felt like he's fit in. For some reason, he's always been disliked by people or shunned for being different. Then, he comes across this monster, one that he's heard terrifying stories about from all these different adventurers. But instead of attacking it, he tries a different approach and finds that he can befriend the monster, and he ends up naming him Dart and they travel together. And for once he doesn't feel alone." 

Steve's jaw drops as Eddie continues to describe the story, feeling frozen in place. 

"Then, they come across more creatures, and they find they're all evil because they're always under attack. And yes, some are just pure evil, but it doesn't define the whole species. Then, the story gets really cheesy..." Eddie trails off with a groan. "God, this is embarrassing." 

Steve finally finds his voice and continues for him, "Then, he's practically hunted by the town who assumes he's evil because he's with all these monsters which they think he must have some sort of dark control over. But then when an even bigger monster comes and threatens to destroy the whole town, they turn to him for help. The boy becomes a hero, but he goes back with the rest of the monsters who always accepted him for who he was." 

Eddie's eyes become considerably wider by the end of Steve's narration. "How do you...?" 

Steve grabs his hand and pulls him to his room, opens the door, and goes through the small stack of books on the bottom shelf of his nightstand. He pulls out Eddie's book and holds it up. "You're Eddie Munson?" 

Eddie nods, totally bewildered. 

"Holy shit," Steve says with a big smile, "Dustin loves this book!" 

"Dustin?" 

"One of the kids I used to babysit, he's in high school now, but he went on about this book for weeks. He loves Dungeons and Dragons, and as soon as I saw it, I bought it for him. He thought it was some kind of joke because it's a children's book, but he read it and developed so many theories about it. He made all his friends buy it because he thinks it could change the whole universe of Dungeons and Dragons. Shit, you’re like a legend to him." 

Eddie's mouth just opens and closes. "I- I don't know what to say." 

"Could you possibly meet him sometime? No pressure at all, but he'd love you." 

"Yeah! Definitely," Eddie says and excitedly bounces a bit. "God, I've never met a fan before." 

"I have to warn you that he may be a bit much, and I don't think he would ever leave you alone after this. But it would make his entire year, maybe even his whole life." 

Eddie just smiles widely and nods. "Yeah! Yeah, I mean, I can also be a lot, so I'm ready. Just let me know when." 

Steve smiles and shakes his head. "This is so cool. And thank you, really, this means the world to me." 

"Same here," Eddie says. 

The two let the excitement bubble down a bit, but the smiles don't leave their faces. Eddie glances around though and asks, "No offense, but why is your room so..." 

"Empty?" Steve fills in for him. Eddie nods. "Well, my parents didn't really let me decorate my room, and I've just never really known what I wanted to do with my own place. So, I've kind of put it on the back burner. Plus, I spend most of my time in Robin's room or in the living room." 

Eddie looks around and shakes his head. "My room is covered in shit. It's like I never have enough wall space or floor space for everything I want." 

"I can see why Robin and Chrissy thought we wouldn't like each other," Steve says, sitting on his bed covered in a plain blue comforter and patting the empty space next to him. 

Eddie follows the cue and sits down. "That all feels like surface-level bullshit." 

"I think they're so blinded by their love for each other that they couldn't think beyond it. I know Robin's scared shitless of messing things up." 

"God, so is Chrissy. I swore that even if you were the biggest asshole I was going to pretend to like you. Luckily, you're making it easy." 

Steve feels the tips of his ears turning red. "Same here." 

Eddie smiles at him, and Steve feels so enamored by him that he can't help but ask, "So, what about you?" 

"What about me?" 

"Are you seeing anyone?" Steve asks, hoping he doesn’t come off as too forward. 

Eddie shrugs and looks down at his hands. "Sort of," he says and looks back at Steve. "I'm bisexual, so it's a little harder for me sometimes." 

Bisexual. The label that Steve has personally struggled with for years. 

"Shit, don't tell me your biphobic." 

Steve snaps out of his mini panic and asks, "What?" 

"You practically grimaced when I said bisexual. Or are you someone who is only okay with girls being in relationships but not guys?" 

"No! No," Steve insists. He takes a deep breath. He's not sure what it is about Eddie that makes him feel so at ease, but he confesses, "It's just that... I think that I'm also bisexual. I don't know though. I know I've had feelings for guys and felt attraction, but I can't picture myself dating a guy. But I feel so horrible admitting that. Maybe I'm just a coward." 

Eddie's expression shifts from guarded to sympathetic quickly. "Who can blame you though? The world sometimes just... sucks. But here's something that kind of blew my mind when learning about bisexuality - you can still have preferences. Like, for me, I have a preference towards men, but I can't deny that some girls I've had feelings for. Even Chrissy once upon a time, but I quickly realized how much better things were platonically. You can always have a preference for women; it doesn't have to be half and half." 

It's like something finally clicks in Steve's head. He breathes a sigh of relief. "Where have you been all my life?" he asks somewhat dramatically. 

Eddie laughs, "Being kept away by Robin and Chrissy." 

Steve smiles and traces their conversation back a bit. He lands on a question and asks, "So, how are you sort of dating someone?" 

Eddie groans and runs his hands over his face. "There's this guy I've been somewhat hooking up with at this bar. And he's just perfect, you know?" 

"Oh no," Steve says, feeling the familiar phrase wash over him. 

"What?" 

Steve really looks at Eddie, accessing him fully before declaring, "You're a romanticizer." 

Eddie scoffs. "How did you arrive at that conclusion?" 

"'He's just perfect,'" Steve mimics him. "It's the dead giveaway. Plus, I am too. It gets me in trouble a lot. But I hate seeing it in other people. Like there's this asshole I work with that my dad loves but I absolutely despise. His name is Collin, and he's constantly bragging about all these women he has practically begging at his feet for his attention and shit. Then, at these work parties, Collin's wife will always just go on about how perfect her husband is. God, it kills me because she's so blind to it all. I would tell her, but my dad would kill me if I did anything that potentially would affect Collin working for him." 

Steve sighs and clutches Eddie's book closer to his chest, not noticing until now how he's been unconsciously using it as a source of comfort. "Anyways, I just hate seeing people love blindly." 

"I've done the same thing," Eddie admits, "But this time it feels different." 

"Ten bucks he sucks." 

This startles a laugh out of Eddie, but he sticks his hand out. "You're on." They shake on it quickly. "So, what about you? Are you currently romanticizing anyone?" 

Steve smiles sadly. "Not at the moment, but feel free to call me out on it when I do." 

"Looking forward to it," Eddie says with a smile. "Now tell me, do you have to wear those awful polos to do sales?" 

"I do, but I'll have you know that I actually like those awful polos." 

Eddie stands up and gasps, "I'm appalled. Please don't tell me you have more than five in your closet." 

"I have way more than five. I actually almost wore one today, but I went with my comfort sweater instead." 

Eddie walks slowly toward his closet door. "Is this where the source of disaster is?" 

Steve raises his eyebrows and nods. 

"May I?" Eddie asks with his hand on the knob. 

"Prepare yourself." 

Eddie takes a dramatic deep breath to gather himself before swinging the door open dramatically and yelling, "It's worse than I thought!" 

"You haven't even looked through it!" 

"I saw more than two collared shirts," Eddie says in horror. "Steve, I've decided that Robin and Chrissy are absolutely correct, and there's no way I could ever like you." 

Steve laughs, but is interrupted by Chrissy and Robin suddenly barging into the room yelling, "What happened?" 

Eddie and Steve look at them and laugh. 

"We didn't hear you come in," Eddie says. 

"We wanted to check the atmosphere as it was, but we heard you say the thing about not liking Steve and we thought..." Chrissy trails off. 

Steve finds Robin staring at him while looking worried. "Steve, are you okay?" 

Steve frowns. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" 

"You're holding your comfort book." 

Steve flushes red and puts his head in his hands. 

"His what?" Chrissy and Eddie ask. 

"His comfort book. He reads it or makes me read it whenever he's sick, has a bad day, or misses Dustin." 

"Robin," Steve groans, embarrassed by his secret being revealed. 

The mattress shifts beside him and Steve glances toward the source, finding Eddie amusedly smiling down at him. "So, you're also a fan." 

"Wait, what am I missing?" Robin asks. 

"Eddie wrote that book," Chrissy answers and crosses her arms, "But he also tells no one about it." 

Robin's jaw drops, but Steve ignores it to smile at Eddie. "Aw, so tell me, why me?" 

A small blush appears on Eddie's cheeks. "And why me about your..." he trails off, looking nervously toward Chrissy. 

Steve glances at Robin who looks at him, gesturing to explain. "I told him I was bisexual." 

Robin's jaw drops again. She and Chrissy exchange a look of bewilderment. 

Steve throws an arm around Eddie's shoulders and says, "Looks like you two were very wrong." 

"And we're very upset that you kept us away from this beautiful friendship for so long." 

"Very upset," Steve agrees. 

"Oh god, I think we've created a monster," Robin says. 

Chrissy just giggles. 

“I don’t know, I kind of like the monsters Eddie creates,” Steve comments. 

Eddie laughs and Steve looks at him fondly. He doesn’t think that Robin has ever been so wrong about something because there’s no way Steve could ever dislike Eddie.  

Part Two :)

Welcome to my new series! :))) I have so many shenanigans planned. And I’m doing a tag list! Just ask me and you’ll be tagged <3

[callunavulgari]

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The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event. Steve has more fun than he admits. Heather Says: Speaking of fun, this one is REALLY fun. It will also immediately make you want to run away and join the Ren Faire. Or at the very least, go visit one immediately.

4. like a heartbeat drives you mad by redbelles | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Eddie | 4k

Eddie shifts in his seat, drums his fingers against the table. “Look,” he says, “I have this policy where I don’t pry, but it’s just that like, you’re Chrissy Cunningham, you know? Total goody two shoes. And if you want something stronger, I’ll help you, I swear, just…” He pauses again. “Have you tried taking the edge off the old-fashioned way?” It takes an embarrassingly long moment for her to get it, but when she does, she can feel herself blushing, furious and blotchy all the way up to the roots of her hair. “Oh,” she squeaks out. “You mean like— like? Sex?” Heather Says: Hi, multishipper here. See, I love Chrissy. I love her with Robin. I love her with Nancy. I love her with Carol. I even love her with Heather. I love her as platonic besties with Eddie, yes, but I do also occasionally love her with Eddie. This one may be short, but it's perfection in a fic and one of my favorite hellcheer fics as a whole.

5. Duality by broomclosetkink | Stranger Things | Chrissy/Eddie | 55k

“Holy fuck, did I take acid?” he asks. Because he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but he is Chrissy Cunningham. Her hair is messy from being slept on, her face is bare of make-up, and she’s wearing a soft pink gown nightgown. It has little white flowers on it and a lace ribbon. He can see her nipples through the thin fabric. “What the fuck,” he whispers. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.” Chrissy’s face twists with his expressions, and Chrissy’s mouth forms the words, and Chrissy’s voice is a little hysterical in the big room. Heather Says: Oh look, another hellcheer fic. I did say that I liked them too. This one has BODYSWAP, which is one of my favorite tropes. It's well-written and has one of my favorite Chrissy's that I read all year. They also wrote Legendary, an omega Chrissy fic that is just as delightful.

6. Anemone by @teddywesworl | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 28k

Steve is abducted by a government black op in the aftermath of Vecna's defeat. When they throw him in a tiny cell with a rutting Eddie Munson, he thinks they'll both go feral and kill each other before they can be rescued—but there's another way out. Heather Says: Anemone took the fandom by storm in... April? I think? Originally posted anonymously, which was DISTRESSING because my story subscribe wasn't working for it so I basically had to refresh it's tab every day or so while it was actively updating. Definitely mind the tags, but it's one of my favorite fic that I read this year.

7. heaven cannot wait forever by anonymous | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 16k | WIP

"There's something to be said about endurance, Steve." Steve puts his foot on his professor's chair, Jimmy Choo trainer propped there on the worn armrest. The motion widens his legs, leaves the long line of his thigh, the seam of his jeans available to Munson's gaze, if he so chooses to look. "And you, sir?" Steve bites his lip. "How much longer can you endure?" Heather Says: Speaking of things posted anonymously, this was ALSO a fic that was anonymously posted in April. It also, however, has not updated since then. Which is fine, because life exists and fic is a privilege not a right. BUT, I have also reread this three times since then while hoping it'll update. It does feature a Steve who is significantly brattier than ours, but the dynamic here is absolutely delicious. Mind the tags for this one too. Everyone is of age, but there is an age difference that is heavily leaned into and Eddie is his college professor.

8. Insta-heart by slipgoingunder | Star Wars | Reylo | 17k

Ben Solo is an Instacart shopper's worst nightmare: rude, demanding, and extremely particular about his produce. Fuck this guy. No, really: Fuck. This. Guy. Heather Says: Look, sometimes you want to read something that is mindless in the same way that a romcom is mindless without committing to learning new characters. This was fun, it was hot, and I really enjoyed it a lot.

9.��Hades' Dogs by @teddywesworl | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 34k

KAS groans and rolls over onto his back, splaying like a starfish. “Sweetheart, I am a cybernetically enhanced supervillain in a one-window cell in outer space,” he says. “I’m not exactly out here thinking about whether it’s socially acceptable to ask my hot guard about his mysterious backstory.” Steve stands there in stone-faced silence, processing ‘cybernetically enhanced supervillain’ and ‘cell,’ but KAS isn’t quite done. “You might want to get a better lie, though,” he says. “Your secret’s safe with me, but I’m not the only creature on this station that can catch you on it.” Heather Says: Now THIS fic (and it's sequel: Dossier: The Agitator) may just be my favorite fic that I read this year. I LOVE AUs. I love fusions. And the fact that THIS is a Mass Effect fusion with Eddie as a secret super-powered biotic and Steve as the undercover operative sent after him? Oh my GOD, it felt like Christmas. I read the whole thing in the bathtub. The water was freezing by the time I finished, but I just couldn't STOP. It also made me want to replay Mass Effect so badly.

10. Sleight of Hand by smithereen | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 143k

Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that. Heather Says: Another favorite trope: one where they met before canon because Steve needed some weed. Again, it changes the script. Things are lighter (sort of) since Eddie isn't dropkicked into upside down crap and instead we get to see the changes in Steve from an outsider's POV. I love it so much and this was a really, really fantastic example of this trope.

11. Who Shall Sing Me Into Deathsleep by @teddywesworl | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 37k

Eddie snarled, and the depth of the sound sent a shock through Steve, and his surprise was such that he stopped fighting altogether and really looked at his attacker for the first time: of a height with him, though leaner. Stubble on the strong chin. A dusting of black hair on the back of the hand that held the knife that was suddenly pressed against his throat. Wild, dark eyes, gleaming with death. Heather Says: I actually held off on reading this one for a while during my subsequent devouring of anything and everything that Teddy had ever written, mostly because I wasn't too sure I would like the POV Outsider considering how large the fic was. And then I read it and immediately knew why the author said it was one of the fics that she was most proud of. Guys, I know the tags are scary. I don't care if you don't care about pagan gods, eldritch creatures, or iron age fantasy AUS. Give it a chance. It's beautiful.

12. fire & holy smoke by @andthepeople | Challengers | Art/Patrick | 10k

They’re in Delray Beach, Florida in February of 2011 when Patrick talks to Art for the first time in three years. “My doubles partner sprained his ankle,” is what he says, standing in the tunnel to the locker rooms, feet bare in slides and hands twisted up in the hem of his t-shirt. “I was hoping you could tap in.” Heather Says: It's always a bit difficult to figure out which of spqr's fics I'm going to include in this list because they're always SO GOOD. This year I have three for you. This first one I got the notification for on my day off and literally went to go see Challengers by myself in an empty theater because it was the third or fourth fic they'd written for the fandom and I wanted to get around to reading it.

13. brutalizer by @andthepeople | Challengers | Art/Tashi/Patrick | 8k

“If you win tomorrow,” Tashi tells Patrick, "I’ll let you fuck him.” Heather Says: Second spqr fic, second Challengers fic on this list. I had to settle for picking two of them, but all five are amazing. I picked this as the second one because it packs such an incredibly punch. I came out of that movie also rooting for the toxic throuple and this one lays it out so perfectly in all it's imperfect glory. Of course they made a sex tape. Of course Art wants Patrick. Of course it's tragic and sexy and perfect. Of course.

14. King For A Day by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 12k

Steve stumbles across something unexpected while trying to close up Scoops, and learns that he and Eddie Munson have more in common than he thought. Heather Says: Remember when I said that I loved Scoop era Steddie? And remember how last year every other rec was by @entanglednow? Well, this year they wrote it! And it was just as delightful as I thought it would be.

15. Skull Rock Era by @chattre-kisses | Stranger Things | Eddie/Steve | 71k

Steve Harrington never planned for Eddie Munson. Steve was supposed to marry his high school sweetheart, have 2.5 children, and take over the family business. He was supposed to live a blissful life on a nondescript cul-de-sac, complete with a white picket fence and a closet full of tasteful polo shirts. He was supposed to make a graceful transition between being the golden boy and being the American Dream. Mediocrity was what destiny had designed for Steve. Reality had other plans. Heather Says: Another slow burn where they meet prior to Vecna, this one where they run into each other just after Nancy breaks up with Steve in season two. It takes you through their relationship in the intervening years and is just. Slow, sweet, sad, but mostly, so incredibly wonderful. Also! There's a fic playlist! I love fic playlists!

16. i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 113k

Being dead isn’t like Eddie thought it would be. For starters, he’s a lot more alive than he expected. Heather Says: This is ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN THOUSAND words of Eddie as a ghost. It is just as heart-wrenching and beautiful as it seems and I highly, highly recommend.

17. Sports Performance by @entanglednow | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 17k

Steve discovers something unexpected while waiting alone in Eddie's room, and struggles to be a supportive friend. Heather Says: What is one friendly himbo to do when he finds porn of what might as well be a caricature of himself under his friend's bed? Be freaking weird about it, that's what. And yes, this includes dressing the part. There's some mild second hand embarrassment that twinged me (because really Steve) but god, this whole thing was so good.

18. Secret Admirer by scoops_aboy86 | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 29k

In the first few letters, Eddie had tried to disguise his handwriting. It occurred to him after a while, though, that there would be no reason for someone like Steve Harrington to recognize it, so he stopped. And he was right, nothing happened. Steve hasn’t figured out the secret admirer letters he kept answering were written by none other than the official Freak of Hawkins High. Heather Says: Another Scoops era fic! This one with secret admirer Eddie!

19. I’m a lover, boy by @gayjinkies | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 41k

the basketball team unanimously votes that Steve would be the worst at giving a blowjob. Steve wants to test the truth of that with the only guy he knows might be down to help - Eddie Munson. Heather Says: Look, I've given the word count for the full series even though I've just linked to the first part of it, but I highly recommend reading both this and Steve's POV part for this fic. It is funny and surprisingly sweet and I had so much fun reading both of them. Because yes, OF COURSE Steve is absolutely mortally offended by the idea that he would be bad at something and immediately set out to correct it despite *checks notes* not? being gay?

20. sweet nothings by jilliancares | Marvel | Deadpool/Spiderman | 6k

“I mean, this shit won’t work on me ‘cause of my healing factor," Wade continues. "And everybody knows that Spidey’s a beta!” Heather Says: Despite the VERY clear hyperfixation on Stranger Things this year, I still really love me some spideypool. Identity reveals are my kryptonite.

21. and the doors are open by gunsandbutter | Inception | Arthur/Eames | 14k

“Yusuf,” she says, dangerously, “did you give my point man a love potion?” Heather Says: In other news, I miss Inception fandom circa 2011 so incredibly much. I had a brief flirtation with this fandom again sometime last month and realized how much I missed not only the content, but that sense of community that sort of died a slow painful death along with livejournal.

22. evergreen ever sun ever moon by Sister | Batman | Tim/Jason | 38k

He peels the domino off of Tim’s face. The blown blood vessels are back in the whites of Tim’s eyes, and the dark circles are dire again, blue-purple and sunk in deep. “You wanna tell me how much sleep you didn’t get today?” Jason says. Heather Says: I feel like once a year I fall in love with at least one Tim/Jason fic despite being not involved in the fandom whatsoever. I have NO IDEA how this happens, but I'm not upset about it. The dynamic is on point, the found family is a warm flame in my cold heart, etc. etc. Trust the process. Read the fic.

23. tell me when my hunting days are done by @galaxyspeaking | Arcane | Jayce/Viktor | 9k

The first thing Viktor notices as he opens his eyes is the absence of pain. The second is gut-wrenching hunger. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly, terribly wrong. Heather Says: So, CURRENTLY, when I'm not doomscrolling because of seasonal depression and y'know, everything else wrong with the world right now, my brain is duking it out and trying to decide if Dragon Age or Arcane are the hyperfixations of the moment. On one hand, Dragon Age has been ten years in the making and I am rabid. On the other, oh my god ARCANE. Season two utterly destroyed me over and over again and I can't decide if I'm upset, impressed, or just.. ARGH about it. This fic came along though and soothed me with vampire Viktor and so much messiness. Obsession! Blood! Possessiveness! I loved it. There's also ART! By the author!

24. and any thing that may not misbecome the mighty sender by @teddywesworl | Dragon Age: Veilguard | Lucanis/Spite/Rook | 13k

Treviso is under foreign occupation, and Caterina Dellamorte is dead. There is a shadow in the Crow’s heart, grief and fury drowned in disappointment. He gathers up these feelings and, as he did every day for a year at the bottom of the sea, ignores them. Heather Says: Again, brain duking it out between Arcane and Dragon Age. I was TICKLED when I saw that teddywesworl was writing fic for Dragon Age. And not just fic. No, fic that involved SPITE. I went into this game thinking I'd be fairly ambivilant about everything and instead came out obsessed with the one that I didn't even end up romancing. I was sure I was going to romance Neve, so I made DECISIONS and fully regretted them by the end of it. But I've got a second playthrough going where I get more of these three and until then, I have this fantastic fic to soothe my soul.

25. A Different Wilderness by @andthepeople | Merlin | Merlin/Arthur | 28k

Merlin dies. Arthur lives. For 1600 years. Heather Says: I DID say that there were three spqr fics on this list. This particular fic was a surprise RIGHT at the end of the season. If I'd posted this earlier in December, which is what I usually do, I wouldn't have read this yet. So I'm going to count that as a sign that this was meant to happen, because I read this magnificent fic in one go last night and friends, I am changed as a person. Not only do I immediately want to dive headfirst into Merthur fandom again, but this fic is going to live in the same place in my heart that the Not Easily Conquered series does. There's this perfect weightiness to it. Yes, it's the sense of history going back eons, but it's also the scope of the emotion there. It's the fact that you get such a real visceral sense of grief from what's essentially excerpts of outsider pov ranging from historical texts to interviews. There's a line near the end of it and I won't give it away because it spoils a bit of the ending, but when dropdeaddream wrote "so how long have i loved you for? womb to tomb, sweetheart" all those years ago, THAT's the feeling that this entire fic exudes. God, what a masterpiece. What a way to go out.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Just another manic Monday

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 17

Prompt: Platonic Stobin

Rated: G

CW: monsters

Tags: Urban fantasy AU; Magic AU; Creature AU; background Steddie; background Buckingham

Notes: Based on an idea and the gorgeous art by @house-of-the-moving-image - so happy I got to throw a little something together for it. 🥰

“I don't understand this,” Steve yells, jumping over another garbage bag like a hurdle sprinter. “That thing is fucking huge, where was it even hiding?”

“Gee, I dunno, Steve!” Robin skids to a halt beside him and impatiently hops from foot to foot while he pulls out their scooter from  between two dumpsters. “I didn't ask, you think we should wait up?” 

Somewhere behind them, something lets out a loud, gargling roar. A giant body scrapes against the walls of the alley. 

Steve gulps. 

“Nah, I'm good,” he says and tosses her the egg. It's larger than his own head, and Robin sags briefly under its weight. “Get in!”

Sometimes, Steve really, really wishes he was normal. 

In a world where ninety-seven percent of the population are either magic users, non-human, or hybrids, people like Robin and him tend to get the short end of the stick. Take the job market, for example. What's a guy to do if most entry-level positions require basic flight skills, or rudimentary knowledge of summoning spells, or two years minimum of experience in applied runology? 

The job at Fleetfoot Delivery is actually okay, all things considered. The pay is decent, the uniform isn't completely humiliating, and his coworker is his best friend and platonic soulmate who happens to be just as lamely human and completely unmagical as himself. 

It's easy work. Customers trade items via the app, Steve and Robin deliver the goods from the pickup location right to the lucky new owner. 

Basic stuff. 

Simple. 

Boring.

Except for the days you get chased by giant fucking monsters. 

“Who even sells a phoenix egg online?” he asks while he waits for Robin to clamber into the side car. “I mean, shouldn't we be calling child protection services or something?” 

“Phoenixes are extinct, Steve, everyone knows that!” 

He hums vaguely. He does know that, of course, but the question has its desired effect - namely to send her off on a tangent and get her mind off things. 

“The eggs that are left are infertile, but they're highly coveted in certain circles. Rumor has it that consuming one will boost your magic like nothing else. Chrissy says there's a sea witch living off the coast who's been looking for one for-”

“Chrissy, huh?” Steve grins and swings a leg over the saddle. The scooter stutters to life. “The cute little mermaid with the milkshake order from last week? You two on first-name terms now?” 

“Oh, fuck off!” Robin jabs him in the ribs, but quickly clutches the egg again as he needs to swerve around a stack of old, soggy cardboard boxes. They're picking up speed, but not nearly enough in the crammed, narrow alley. Behind them, the roaring and scraping are getting louder. “You don't get to berate me for flirting with clients. If I see you do that ass-wiggle in your stupid shorts in front of that dragon dude one more time-” 

“His name is Eddie,” Steve snaps, neck erupting in heat. “And I don't think he has any idea what my first name is. Or my last name.”

“Yes, Steve, of course,” Robin deadpans. “That is why he calls you big boy and honey and sweetheart. That is the actual reason.” 

Steve lets this statement simmer for a few seconds. 

“Shut up and tell me where to deliver this thing,” he then says. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Robin smirk while she fishes her phone from her pocket and tells him the address.

“Oh, freaking great,” Steve grouses. “That's only on the other side of town. Won't take forever at all at this-” 

“Steve?” says Robin. Her hand is tugging at the sleeve of his uniform jacket, like she's been trying to get his attention for a while. “Steve, you may wanna go faster.” 

“I know!” he groans. “Need to beat rush hour, or we won't be home until-”

“That's not what I meant!” Robin shouts. Her voice goes all shrill and grating towards the end, and he almost crashes them into the wall in his impulse to cover his ears. 

“Well, what do you-” he starts to say, but doesn't get any further.

There's a loud crashing sound as the dumpsters are mowed over. He glances over his shoulder, just long enough to see a slimy, clawed something that's roughly the size of his house erupt from the alley behind them. It shrieks. The rush of hot, stinking breath sends garbage flying in all directions. A fist-sized glob of spit hits the back of Steve's head with a wet splotch. 

“Ugh, what the fuck? I just washed my hair this mor-”

“Drive!” Robin slaps his arm. “Oh my God, drive, drive, drive!” 

Steve does. 

They shoot out of the alley and onto the main road, just narrowly avoiding a collision with a flock of banshees. As their scandalized shrieks and the roar of the monster fade behind them, Robin's wristwatch buzzes. 

“Oh,” she says. “Today's your lucky day. A certain dragon just ordered an entire crate of aventurine, express delivery.”

Steve groans and takes a right, reaching up to disentangle half a banana skin from his drool-coated hair.

The day is shaping up to be a real Monday. 

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[spicysix]

Lui, congrats on 400 followers! 🩵

For the celebration, if I may request: 📖 + stuck in an elevator + steve and fem!reader

thank you babe!!! hope you like this! 💖

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if it rises fast

“Oh, no. Not this again,” you complained as you felt that robotic hesitation as the elevator went up, as you heard its gears trying to work and not fully doing it.

It slowed down... slowed down... before stopping. Completely.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” The voice behind you startled you a little.

You forgot there was a guy with you, he was so quiet as the elevator rose the first few floors. You turned to face him, and got a little blown away by how beautiful he was. Like, magazine front page beautiful. Shiny hair carefully coiffed up, pretty peachy lips, a little mole or two that gave him an extra charm.

You got lost in the dude’s beauty for a little while.

His lips perked up a bit, as if he knew why you were staring at him for so long.

“Oh, uh. The elevator gets stuck sometimes. Such an old thing, y’know. Lots of complaints, and they haven’t updated it yet,” you finally answered, and his lips and eyebrows turned down into a frown.

“It’s happened before?” he questioned.

“Yeah. With me in it, two times already. I’ve heard it from five other neighbors too,” you said, remembering how much Ms. Durvall from sixth floor yelled when she complained about it. She gave you the creeps. “You’re new here? Or visiting?”

“Uh, new. Moved in with two friends, we just got to the city a week ago. We’re from a- what are you doing?” he stopped his life story when he saw you sitting down.

“I’ve pressed the help button,” you nodded to a little button pressed all the way in the control panel. “Don’t know what it does, maybe it calls the fireman? But, anyway, it’s gonna take some time. Maybe a few hours.”

“A FEW- Jesus, Robin’s gonna kill me,” he hid his face behind his hands, and you had to suppress a giggle at how adorable his whine sounded.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will understand when she finds out you had no choice but to stay stuck in an elevator,”

“I’m not so sure, she’s terrified of elevators, told me to get the stairs. She’ll probably be all like, ‘oh, I told you so!’. Ah, and not my girlfriend. She’s actually dating our other roommate,” he said as he sat down too, pressed against the other metallic wall, facing you.

“What floor are you guys in?”

“Eight.”

“And she goes up the stairs every time?” You didn’t know whether to be scared or admired.

“Yeah. Got some killer calves,” he smiled. “We have a terrible history with getting stuck on elevators. I worked my ways through… well, a lot of therapy. Now I can ride them again after a few years, but she never got past it. I can understand why.”

He said it in such a way that you didn’t feel like prying. There was something else in that story, something he probably didn’t wanna talk about, so you didn’t ask.

“You guys from around here?” you asked instead. You were going to be stuck for a while there, it wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk and get to know your pretty new neighbor.

“No, actually, we’re all the way from Indiana. Small town,” he shrugged.

“Why San Francisco?” you asked, and he searched for something in your eyes, your face, before answering.

“It’s safer,” he answered only, again not giving you space to ask further. Maybe he didn’t find what he was looking for. “You’re from here?

“Born and raised, yeah.” You went quiet for a little while, trying to come up with something to talk about. Then, you noticed: “I don’t know your name yet.”

“I don’t know your name either.” He smirked. “I'm Steve.”

You introduced yourself and Steve asked more about you. You lost track of time talking to him, learning how charming he could be, but also really funny — in a bitchy way. He talked about Robin, his best friend and platonic soulmate, and their friend Nancy, who he used to date but now they’re great friends (you got the impression that Nancy was the other roommate that Robin was dating, but didn’t ask, not wanting to make him uncomfortable). He told you about two other friends of theirs who lived back in Sacramento, one who lived in LA, and a bunch of other younger friends who were scattered around the country all chasing their dreams. Talked about his work as a school counselor, how it took him some long years to figure out what he wanted to do professionally.

You told him about yourself too, answered everything he asked honestly and openly. Talked about your job, your own roommate, your other friends and family. Gave him tips on the best places to visit and shop in the city, ways for him and his roommates to contour the ‘new citizens’ weird phase. You talked about music, movies, books, food, your favorites and the ones you hated, anything you’d come up with.

He was sweet and charismatic, and always found new topics for you to talk about. He read you like a book, figuring you out in no time and swerving the conversations so easily. Flirted a lot too, which was great for your self-esteem.

He came closer at some point, sitting beside you, and then you faced each other more closely. And from that distance you could see every little detail in his pretty face, studied him with precision. You could look at him for however long, to be honest, and you wanted to memorize every tiny inch of what made him, him. The curves of his hair defying gravity, the scars on his forehead and nose, every little green spot in his hazel eyes. Count every and each one of his eyelashes, and get blinded by the way he smiled.

More than that, you could talk to him for however long, and you wanted to. Wanted to learn about all of his many friends, who he talked about with so much love in his voice, who all sounded like a big family to him. Wanted to learn the story with the elevator trauma, wanted him to trust you and open up to you, and wanted to do the same back with him.

It was weird to you, you’ve never felt this way before — so magnetically pulled to someone’s orbit. But Steve’s voice was like a Siren’s call, and there was a funny bubbling in your stomach that wanted and wanted and wanted him.

You never thought you’d be disappointed with the sounds of the elevator’s gears running again, and yet you hid a frown when the doors opened to show you a fireman, the building’s janitor and a tall, skinny girl with a strawberry blond bob pacing anxiously behind them.

“Steve! Oh, my god, Steve!” she said when she noticed you and Steve sitting on the floor, and she wasted no time getting past the other two men to throw herself at the one by your side. Robin, you figured. “You fucker, I told you to use the stairs!” you heard her saying, a little muffled from where her face was buried into Steve’s neck.

He looked at you over her shoulder and you smiled at the way he was right about her.

“I’m okay, Robs, I had good company. Didn’t even have time to get stressed,” he said, running his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture, his eyes still on you, his smile just for you.

Robin sat up and looked at you, and you introduced yourself and she did the same. She thanked you for being there for Steve, as if it hadn’t been a total random accident, but you were also happy that you’ve met him. More happy that you could say out loud.

You all got up from the floor, left the elevator, and you offered a day to throw them a welcome diner, you’d invite your roommate and they could call their other friends. Robin seemed excited, all big gestures and loud voice. You liked her.

Goodbyes were said, you were going back to your place — through the stairs this time, thankfully you lived on the second floor — and they were going grocery shopping. Robin walked to the front door of your building, but Steve stayed planted in front of you for a while as you looked at each other and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asked after a while, fingers twitching and you wondered if he wanted to touch you. You wanted him to touch you.

“First one in the city?” you teased and he huffed a laugh while running his hand through his hair.

“One of many with you, I hope. No one else caught my eye, if I’m being honest.” The man was straight forward. You felt you cheeks burning, couldn’t hold back the wide grin anymore.

“You’ve been here just a week, Steve,” you said, warned him almost, because you wanted so much with him, and you were afraid of were this could go if it went wrong.

“Meh, it took me a while and some bumps to the head, but now I’m pretty good at knowing what I want. Don’t gotta search for so long anymore.” His eyes were staring deep into yours, and you felt his hand coming to find yours to hold.

You bit your lip and his eyes traced the movement, and there was a butterfly party in your stomach.

“Someone told me there’s a great restaurant just at the end of the street,” he said, referencing one of the tips you gave him early.

You laughed. “Yeah, okay. Take me out on a date, Steve. Next Friday?”

“I’ll be counting the days.” He took a step closer, his thumb was tracing patterns on the back of your hand and your skin was tingling. “Can’t believe I’m glad to have gotten stuck on an elevator. Well, create good memories to overlap the bad ones, I guess.”

“I’m looking forward to create other memories with you,” you almost whispered, because being that open was scary, and the way you wanted him so much was scary, but he smiled at you again and it was blinding in the best way.

“Me too, honey. See you around,” he said, before pressing a kiss on your still burning cheek, and you could smell his scent of soap and fabric softener, hairspray and fancy cologne, and you had to hold yourself back not to get buried in his skin.

God, it was pathetic how far gone you already was.

He walked away still facing you, holding your hand until the very last possible second before letting go, and you could hear Robin laughing in the background but you only had eyes for him.

Yeah, you’d also be counting the days.

[artiststarme]

Utter Chaos

Oof, this may be the dumbest and most chaotic thing I've ever written. I'm writing the second part to the fic where the Party forgot Steve's birthday so stay tuned. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Robin was his best friend, his ride or die, his Platonic soulmate with a capital P. He knew she still wasn’t comfortable enough  to come out to the Party just as he wasn’t. So when she accidentally made a gay comment that outed herself, of course Steve jumped to focus everyone’s attention on himself. 

Robin was talking to Nancy about the failures of dating or something when it happened. She laughed at Nance’s comment about having crushes on poor choices. 

“Yeah, I had a crush on Vickie until I found out she had a boyfriend.” Robin’s eyes widened as soon as she realized what she said. 

“I mean-“ her panicked eyes whipped over to Steve’s and he knew he had to fix it. 

“How’d you get over it? My crush on Eddie just won’t go away.” He asked, sounding confident and nonchalant but his insides were riling. 

His words caused Eddie to suck in a deep breath of air and start choking. Steve looked at him and patted his back which only seemed to make the choking worse. 

“Dude, are you okay?” Eddie just gave an undignified whimper in response. 

Nancy’s eyes narrowed on Steve, “so what, you’re gay now?”

He felt oddly defensive in the face of her scrutiny and narrowed his eyes in retaliation. “No, I’m half-gay. What’s it to you?”

Robin cut Nancy off from the tirade that was sure to come, “Steve, it’s called bisexual.”

“Yeah, I’m that. I like guys and girls.”

Nancy paled a few shades, “that-that’s a thing?”

“Um yeah, obviously. I didn’t really realize it until I saw Eddie in the boat shed though.”

Eddie’s back tensed under Steve’s hand and he made a muffled shout of frustration and outrage. Steve just gave his shoulder a pat in commiseration. Yeah, he’d been there for months. Welcome to the club, Munson. 

The rest of the Party was silent. Dustin was staring between him and Eddie in unbridled glee like all of his wishes had come true. Lucas and Max looked unperturbed like they’d known for months which knowing them, they might have. Will looked hopefully ecstatic and El was smiling happily. Mike though, looked pissed. 

“That’s disgusting!” Mike yelled with his lip curled in disgust. 

“Shut the hell up, Mike!” Nancy yelled at her brother. 

Robin, Steve, and Eddie whipped their heads toward her but she just shrugged. “He shouldn’t talk to you guys like that. Plus, I’ve had a crush on Robin for weeks. I just didn’t know it was okay.”

Robin gasped obnoxiously and started hitting Steve’s shoulder over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god, Steve! Oh my god! Can you believe this? Oh my god, no, does this violate our bro code? Oh no, she broke your heart. Of course you wouldn’t want me dating her.”

Steve just shook his head, “Robs, I just want you to be happy. I don’t mind if you want to date my ex. But if Nance hurts you like she hurt me, I’m gonna go after her and make her regret it.”

“Oh, thanks Steve!” She hugged him and he closed his eyes. At least everything had turned out right in the end. 

He didn’t notice Hopper and Joyce at the top of the stairs. They were both staring into the basement in confusion at what they’d just heard. All Hop could do was look at Joyce in utter befuddlement and mouth “what the fuck just happened?”

She just shrugged her shoulders, how the hell would she know?

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[steddieas-shegoes]

how lovely to love them

for @strangerthingsocweek prompt 'love in every form'

rated t | 909 words | cw: mention of alcohol/being drunk | tags: side steddie, side platonic stobin, meg needs a break, meg gets a break, established relationship

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Meg looked at Gareth. Then Eddie.

“And you two thought you could just get away with that?”

They looked at each other and back at her.

They shrugged in sync.

“Getting drunk and flipping the furniture of the hotel room upside down.”

They shrugged again.

Meg had a migraine, a Corroded Coffin induced migraine.

“Where was Jeff?”

“His room.”

“That’s why he’s my favorite.”

“You’re lying. We all know Gare Bear here is your favorite,” Eddie said as he pulled Gareth into his side and rubbed his hair. “He just had a little too much tequila.”

“And your excuse?” Meg crossed her arms over her chest, raised an unimpressed brow.

“Steve abandoned me.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Him and Robin have platonic soulmate night every other Thursday night. You never do this shit. Try again.”

“I had bottom shelf vodka.”

Meg nodded, her worst fear confirmed. “And how did that happen? Who let that happen?”

“I’m not a kid! I just forgot to ask for the better stuff in my drinks and then it was too late,” Eddie protested. “We fixed it; Why are we still in trouble?”

“Because this kinda shit can’t happen again. It’s funny when it happens once, but then a rock band gets blacklisted from all the decent hotels because of what they’ve done in the past.” Meg rubbed her hands over her face and through her hair, taking a deep breath. “This time it’s fine, but if it happens again, you’re on an alcohol ban until the tour is done. Period.”

“But-“

“No!” Meg pulled them both into hugs. “I know it was harmless and you were gonna fix it anyways. I know you guys rarely even drink or do stupid shit like this. But I love you guys and people are stupid about rockstar shit like that. I don’t want you to ruin your careers over something silly.”

Just when she started to pull away, Steve barreled through the door with Robin, Jeff, and Freak behind him.

“What happened?” He asked, rushing to Eddie, pulling him towards him and checking him over for any physical evidence of something being wrong. “I just saw the texts.”

“I’m fine.” Eddie kissed his nose. “Meg didn’t kill me.”

“Was that on the table?” Steve turned to look at Meg, who was busy whispering with Robin. “What did you do?”

As Eddie and Gareth explained their side of things, Robin pulled Meg further from the group.

“Sorry it took so long to get back here. We may have had a little too much wine ourselves,” Robin half-apologized, though there was no need for one. “I promise we came as soon as we got your texts.”

“It’s okay. I smoothed it over and everything’s fine,” Meg sighed, letting her head drop to Robin’s shoulder. “They’re gonna give me gray hairs. Will you still love me when I have to box dye my hair every four weeks?”

“I will love you even when you have wrinkles the size of a canyon on your face, my love,” Robin kissed the top of her head. “But I’d rather that not be at the very young age of 27. You need a break.”

“The tour-“

“The tour doesn’t need a break. You do,” Robin wrapped her arms around her, squeezing just above her waist the way she liked. “Steve agrees. He’s gonna cover for you while we take a few days off.”

“But-“

“I love you. They love you. That’s why you’re doing this. And when you’re back, the boys will be nice and behaved because Steve’s gonna make them regret they ever fucked up in the first place, right dingus?” Robin yelled across the room.

“Yeah. Community service hours in the form of helping me study for my midterms as punishment!” Steve knew they hated having to sit still and work on flash cards for hours. It was the perfect punishment.

Meg looked at Robin, then at her boys across the room. “So where are you taking me?”

“Lake Tahoe since we’re already close. You’re gonna shut off your phone and everything will go through me first. I’m like a pasta strainer,” Robin pointed at the boys. “They’re the noodles I’m holding back.”

“Okay, fine. But Steve has to promise to call if there’s a real emergency,” Meg agreed.

“I will!” Steve yelled from Eddie’s lap on the couch.

“And if there’s an emergency of someone’s creation, I’ll kill them. And then you.”

“I’m sure you will!” Steve was smiling at her, then turning back to Eddie with a serious face. “If you fuck this up, I’ll come back from her killing me just to kill you again, do you understand?”

“Sir, yes sir,” Eddie smirked at him before saluting at Meg.

“Alright losers. Come give me a hug,” Meg said. She’d never left them alone while on tour, or recording, or album release tours, or anything.

They piled into her one by one, hugging her and telling her to relax and have fun.

“I love all of you idiots,” she said fondly. “But if you bother me for anything less than someone dying or a show getting canceled, you will never see me again.”

***

As she walked with Robin to their Uber taking them to the airport, she reached for her hand and squeezed it.

“Isn’t it kinda nice to love so many people in so many ways?” She asked.

Robin squeezed her hand in response. “Yeah, we’re pretty lucky.”

[sidekick-hero]

WIP Wednesday Weekend

Thank you so much for the tags @judasofsuburbia, @yournowheregirl, @hbyrde36 and @steviewashere - so happy to see all of your WIPs 💜

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post or new thread, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

I happily list my WIPs and I will finish them BUT for now I really have to focus on my summer exchange fic because posting is this month and as usual, the story got away from me *cough cough* So there might be some delay in answering asks for other WIPs.

💍I'll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) (summer exchange)

🎤 End of Beginning

💔 hold me like a grudge

🐺 Howl

A small and hopefully not too revealing snippet of my summer exchange fic (Janai, please look away 😘) below the cut

Drunk Steve should not be allowed to make any decisions, sober Steve decides.

Because he instantly regrets trusting Robin's secretive plan as soon as he steps into their apartment a week later, only to find not just Robin, but also her girlfriend Chrissy and Chrissy's best friend and roommate Eddie lounging in their living room.

All eyes turn towards him as he enters.

Robin's expression is the most transparent. Though the furrow between her brows is subtle, her lip-chewing and rhythmic tapping betray her worry, likely anticipating his reaction to whatever scheme they've concocted.

Chrissy, on the other hand, wears a radiant smile, her bubbly demeanor suggesting she's delighted about something. Yet, Steve can't shake the feeling that her enthusiasm might spell trouble. While he adores Chrissy and cherishes her friendship almost as much as he does Robin’s, he's well aware of her propensity for stirring up mischief.

Their shared history stretches back almost as far as hers and Robin's. It's a tradition for Robin and him to introduce their second dates to each other, one of their many platonic soulmate privileges. Steve often wonders if this practice inadvertently sabotages any chances of a third date, but he's unwilling to compromise on the importance of his friendship with Robin.

In any case, if someone can't accept his slightly unconventional bond with his best friend, they're probably not the right fit for him anyway.

Eddie's expression proves the most enigmatic. He appears utterly deer-in-the-headlights, his wide brown eyes resembling those of a startled doe. His usually pale complexion now seems even more ghostly. Steve notices how Eddie's fingers have been incessantly tousling his hair, rendering his dark curls resembling more of a chaotic bird's nest. Steve recognizes this as one of Eddie's nervous ticks, alongside fidgeting and rambling. His suspicions of Eddie's unease appear justified as Eddie avoids meeting Steve's gaze, opting instead to stare down at his hands, absently toying with his rings.

Something is going on and Steve has a sinking feeling that he won't like it.

Tagging a few fellow writer mutuals and as always, no pressure 💜

@pearynice, @runninriot, @steddieas-shegoes, @hyperrbolic-orange

@medusapelagia, @augustjustice and @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

[starrystevie]

hiya everyone! the month of june is a big one for not only myself personally but also for this blog so we'll be celebrating a few things:

my own birthday on june 24th!

reaching 2k followers! (which is still mind blowing where did y'all come from)

pride month!

now i may not be a gif maker or edit maker, but i do want to celebrate by interacting with you all in the ways i know how! i'm going to be hosting what i like to call "roll for...?", a mysterious way to get stranger things content from me for the rest of the month. starting today, june 13, you can send me in asks for things to roll for (just make sure you go over the rules before sending in an ask pls <3)

if you're interested in participating, click the read more for the rules!

how it works:

i'll have the following categories to pick from: drabble, playlist, or aesthetic/moodboard. pick one of those categories and then select up to 3 of the following subcategories for me to roll specifics for: ship, trope, vibe/colors, length, era, crossover. whatever subcategories go unchosen, i can use if i want to! each of the subcategories will have a few options in them that i will then roll for to leave the final product up to the luck of the roll. if needed, any additional details will be left up to me! if you would like it to be entirely my pick, please select 3 ships listed below for me to choose from and i will take it from there. warning, some categories will be easier for me to combine than others (ie vibe with crossover might be challenging) so please take every post with a grain of salt. this is all just for fun. these will be posted as i can get them done, so feel free to send in asks whenever you want to! i will stop accepting asks for this project on june 30th but will probably still have things to post after that. all posts will be tagged with #rollfor2023 to help keep things organized.

important to know!:

if you have any triggers or things you wouldn't want to me to include, please let me know what to avoid. i'll honor it no questions asked. all drabbles will be rated anywhere from general to mature with absolutely zero explicit smut unless you tell me you are comfortable with it being included. overcommunicate with me and we'll both be happy campers!

subcategory specifics:

ship: 1. steve/eddie, 2. robin/nancy, 3. robin/chrissy, 4. jonathan/argyle, 5. joyce/hopper, 6. bee's pick of steve ship (platonic or romantic) trope: 1. enemies to lovers, 2. friends to lovers, 3. one bed, 4. the italicized 'oh', 5. soulmates, 6. bee's pick of shop au vibe/colors: 1. whimsical/pastels, 2. angst/dark muted, 3. hopeless romantic/soft pinks, 4. cheerful/bright & bold, 5. bittersweet/blues & greys, 6. angry/dark reds length (around a certain word/song count): 1. 100-300 words/3 songs, 2. 300-500 words/5 songs, 3. 500-750 words/8 songs, 4. 750-1000 words/10 songs, 5. 1000-1500 words/15 songs, 6. bee's pick era: 1. ancient greek, 2. 1980s, 3. modern/2020s, 4. 1800s wild west, 5. 1940s, 6. unspecified fantasy world timeline ala lotr or got crossover (all chosen from my favorites!): 1. moulin rogue, 2. across the universe, 3. bee's pick of disney movie, 4. grishaverse, 5. glee, 6. supernatural

an example ask (can copy / paste if you'd like!):

i would like a drabble with a roll for ship, length, and crossover. avoid character death and mentions of drugs.

i hope this makes sense, so please let me know if you have questions! i'm truly just wanting to do something fun for the hell of it because isn't that we're all here for anyway?! rejoining the fandom side of tumblr this time last year has been such a great decision. i've been able to meet so many of you wonderful people and remember what it's like to enjoy fandom spaces again without shame. best of all, it's gotten me writing again, which had been such a big part of my hobbies that i had pushed aside. getting back into writing as a way to express myself and make content with some fucking guys from some fucking tv show has made a massive difference in my happiness over the last year.

i thank you all so sincerely for being with me along the ride. tagging some of my beloved buds here in no possible order because if it weren't for y'alls support, i never would have written half the things i have. thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly <3

@buckleydiaz @thefreakandthehair @yournowheregirl @scoops-stevie @gothbat99 @bayouteche @toburnup @stevethehairington @judasofsuburbia @henderdads @sharpbutsoft @kkpwnall @figthefruitfaeth @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn @wynnyfryd @stargyles @jeysuso @bitchsteve @lovespiralls @riality-check @cheatghost @legitcookie @hellsfireclub @sanguineterrain @kingofscoops @roykentt @sidekick-hero

[beawritingbooks]

Buckingham (Robin x Chrissy) headcanons?

I love this ship! There's something about the popular girl getting together with the band geek that just feels right.

Look at how cute they would be:

This headcanon feeds into some other headcanons that I have. I am a Steddie shipper. I headcanon that Eddie is Pansexual/Queer and Steve is Bisexual. Lastly, I think that after all of the UpsideDown stuff, that Chrissy & Eddie would develop a similar relationship to Steve & Robin. What I mean is that, through Steddie is how Chrissy & Robin would get to know one another and become Buckingham.

My evidence for this is how well Eddie & Chrissy got along in the woods:

Steve & Robin's devotion to one another is pretty well documented, too:

Basically, I like the parallels in the friendships and in the relationships. The symmetry is pleasing. I don't know if that makes sense, but I'll give some examples below.

Platonic Soulmates:

--Robin (Nerd) + Steve (Jock)

--Chrissy (Jock) + Eddie (Nerd)

Romantic Relationships:

--Robin (Nerd) /Chrissy (Jock)

--Steve (Jock) / Eddie (Nerd)

So, I know that canonically Robin is a lesbian, and I headcanon that Chrissy is bisexual. That being said, I do not think that their relationship would come to fruition until during or after university. Like, Robin & Chrissy are wisely too terrified to be super out in their hometown.

Plus, the Vicky situation might break Robin's heart. In my opinion, Vicky reads like a questioning woman that does not know how she feels yet. Even if she does know how she feels, she might not want to come out ever. The show is set in the 80s, so she and Robin could have a sort of Chappell Roan "Good Luck, Babe" moment.

Also, Chrissy has to heal from her relationship with Jason. That dude was cruel and controlling. He didn't notice something was wrong with her, but Eddie noticed in minutes. He created a mob to go on a murderous manhunt, as well. Jason and his mob harmed innocent children, too. So, I do not think he was a kind or attentive boyfriend to Chrissy when they were alone.

To me, Robin & Chrissy both have a sensitive energy. Like, I think their hearts need a lot of time to heal after they have been broken. Be that as it may, they would have to move on with their lives. So, I could see them both going to a liberal arts university.

Chrissy has crafter energy. So, I could see her doing a complete 180 from being a preppy jock. I kind of envision her getting into the boho aesthetic, & starting to make weird (affectionate) textile art to help her cope with her trauma. She'd sell her work at farmer's markets and sometimes in small galleries.

Robin I could see still sticking with music. I headcanon that she moves to a big city, becomes part of the lgbt+ scene, and joins a symphony orchestra. There, she'd probably work her way up the ranks and eventually become a successful professional musician.

As for how they'd get together, I think that they would become best friends first. Then, I think it'd be one of those situations where they just keep spending more and more time together. Then, before they realize it, they've been in a monogamous relationship for a few weeks. The only thing is that they just haven't defined the relationship in official terms yet. That's how I think that they'd end up together.

Like, this is how I imagine their home looking:

Ignore Vin Diesel in this image. Just imagine this garden area belonging to Chrissy and Robin when they become an established artist/musician couple that is thriving in the city.

I hope you have a nice day!

[g0blintears]

Request Rules

Salutations my little night horrors! I am Captain, and I am here to introduce to all of you to my oneshot requests! Now before we go into the requests, I would like to address a couple of rules and notes:

♡ I only write reader inserts

♡ Please specify if you want a oneshot, headcanon, or an imagine

♡ Please be specific on which characters you want me to write for (I have a list at the bottom) and if you see a character is not on the list, please don’t take it personally. I most likely have the character not on the list because I don’t think I can do them justice ;-; that’s really it lol

♡ I do write NSFW but nothing too hardcore (check list below)

♡ Most of my stories the reader is gender neutral, however, I can still write for either a f!reader or m!reader. This also includes fxf pairings and mxm pairings. Also, if a character is canonically LGBTQ+ Then I’m writing them as so 

♡ All romantic plotted characters will always be 18+ 

♡ I mostly write in second person P.O.V (you/your) but sometimes I will do third person P.O.V (she/her/him/he/they/them/etc) however, I will not write in first person (I/me/my/etc) because that just isn’t my usual style lmao

♡ I do take plot requests, however, I may tweak it a bit depending on how specific you are with the details so if you want something specific, please, be specific 😭

♡ AU's are also accepted. So fantasy AU, Soulmate AU, modern day AU, etc are fine by me

♡ I will possibly take only 10 requests at a time, but I can't promise I'll write them all since I do have other stories I’m working on :’) Writing oneshots is honestly just more for practice and to satisfy any story idea I probably can’t turn into a full chapter book lmao 

♡ When it comes to my yandere stories, I want to be clear that I am extremely against the romanticization of toxic relationship and mental health. So please remember not to seek out these kind of relationships in real life or show some of these ‘yandere’ tendencies to your significant other. The stories I write are just that: stories. Fiction. These relationships are toxic and not healthy. If you do find yourself in these kind of relationships, please seek out a domestic abuse hotline near you

♡ I also don’t just write yandere stories. I am down for a normal healthy relationship and platonic friendships/found family and fluff

I Will Write

Yandere (stalking, pervy, obsessive, possessive, the whole sha-bang)

Pegging | femdom

BDSM: Knife play | wax play | bondage | marking (scratching, biting)

I Won’t Write

Watersports | vomit | scat

Pedophilia

Incest

Mental illnesses

Vore

Beastiality

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

Games

₊˚⊹ Dead By Daylight

Killers: Trapper/Evan MacMillan | Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. | Wraith/Philip Ojomo | Doctor/Herman Carter | Shape/Michael Myers | Huntress/Anna | Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer | Pig/Amanda Young | Legion/Susie,Julie,Frank,Joey | Plague/Adiris | Ghostface/Danny Johnson | Oni/Kazan Yamaoka | Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn | Executioner/Pyramid Head | Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak | Artist/Carmina Mora |

Survivors: Dwight Fairfield | Meg Thomas | Claudette Morel | David King | Jake Park | Feng Min | Nea Karlsson | Laurie Strode | Ace Visconti | Quentin Smith | Kate Denson | Adam Francis | Jeff Johansen | Jane Romero | Steve Harrington | Yui Kimura | Zarina Kassir | Felix Richter | Élodie Rakoto | Yun-Jin Lee | Jill Valentine | Leon Kennedy | Mikaela Reid | Yoichi Asakawa | Haddie Kaur | Vittorio Toscano | Thalita Lyra | Renato Lyra | Gabriel Soma | Sable Ward

₊˚⊹ Mortal Kombat

Kung Lao | Sub-Zero | Raiden | Liu Kang | Johnny Cage | Mileena | Reptile | Smoke | Kenshi | Scorpion |

Shows/Movies

₊˚⊹ Slashers

Scream: Ghostface [Stu, Billy] | Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Leatherface | Child’s Play [Charles Lee Ray] |

Animes

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Other

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With all of that said, I hope you enjoy my stories :)

[rigginsstreet]

tag game: stranger things addition 👻

tagged by @harringrove-heroes

1.ride or die ship (your otp): harringrove but jancy is a close second

2.most annoying ship: steddie absolutely

3.second favourite ship: oh jancy lmao

4.favourite platonic relationship: billy and heather are MY platonic soulmates idiot slut best friends 5ever representation!!!

5.underrated ship: buckleway but also you know what byergrove

6.overrated ship: literally all of them lmao steddie 100% ronance byler even. this may look like i hate gay people. and its because i do

7.one thing i would change in canon: billy and steve fuck raw and nasty

8.something canon did right: billy being so pussy cunt slay

9.a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: my buckleway cannibal heather fic

10.a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): billy

11.the character i relate to the most and why: im a jonathan girlie through and through because i too have no friends and hate everyone and keep to myself all the time and also look like a dead person but in a sexy way

12.character i hate the most and why: eddie bitch! very annoying character design, i hate a cash grab, and uhhhh he sucks what else is there to say

13.something i've learned from the fandom: that people are so so boring. and stupid. and thats a deadly combo

14.three tags i seek out on ao3: i do not seek out tags on ao3

15.a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: um lately ive been thinking about lady gaga boys boys boys for harringrove lmao

Tagging: @avalonlights @frogprincelucio @sadhours @maun3t

[izzysarchivedblogs]

what are your top 5 ships for your characters? any ships you wanna write?

oh, okay. hello. i guess to preface this; these are my opinions, partly formed from hcs and rps, fanfic, personal thoughts, fun ideas.

and like i mean. most of these i would write. i love to pre-establish / plot ooc before i ship in rp normally

im gonna preface this ask as romantic ships

CLINT BARTON -> i have a dozen of these way more and its hard to do a top 5, like there are so many things i ship with clint, like so many (and so many non canon ships; actually their are probbaly non cnaon ship i ship way more than clintasha but ssshh)

Hawkingbird (Bobbi M. + Clint) -> that's my heart and soul right here, barbie and ken of marvel, number one, would kill for

Ironhawk (Tony S. + Clint) -> look look this is my second most shipped thing, and like oh man the thread w/ mts giving me brainrot about them

Winterhawk (Bucky B. + Clint) -> they just make me giggle in recent canon, but even back in CW1, while there wasn't a lot; there is something to be said about the two "trained by captain amercia" boys, and candidates to be the next cap boys (yes clint was in the running for that)

Spiderhawk (Jessica D. + Clint) -> hear me out, they were very cute, they had a lot of fun together; there was real potential; jess just happened at a huge transitional period for clint, and like than he goes and cheats, can't communicate, but like they really are cute and they brought out the fun in each other

Clintasha (Natasha R. + Clint) -> look i love that, clint will always love and be in love w/ natasha; they aren't my highest rated ship, actually im mentioning them here to put out; that like she is his best friend, and i really love them platonically like oh boy i could go on about that ( but i do ship them romantically too just not as much as platonic ) also natasha is always the one he ends up trying for chance and chance again with her

HONORABLE MENTION -> WinterWidowHawkingbird -> Okay, but Bobbi, Bucky, Natasha, and Clint polycule/foursome/OT4 for real. it combines all the good ships. anytime these four appear on panel together? I go wild. also Clint and the Superspies, should be their band name. // spiderhawk, peter + clint, they are both disasters and we love it // clint + wanda, god he has such a big crush on her and just that's a best friend, they have being the first gen of new avengers together // deadpool and clint, i kill for wade and clint ship, cause just ask me later i love these two // bruce and clint, an factor in civil war 2, but also the amount of times clint specifically has either shot bruce to save him or shot bruce cause he asked is more than a few times. but yee. hulkeye good ship. // steve and clint is a ship i could go off about // and so many more

I'LL DO THE REST UNDER THE CUT.

PEPPER POTTS -> oh boy pepper ships are a special something, because pepper is special to me you see

Happy Hogan + Pepper -> THIS RIGHT HERE. THE MOST IMPORTANT SHIP. Loves of each other's lives. The one. Soulmates. Love at First Fight. That's Pepper's two times husband. That's her ex-pug! My heart aches for Pepper that he's been dead in-universe timeline for probably longer than they were married; i have many headcanons about pepper and happy, especially in terms of my pepper; and just them. the iron family babes. tony's married friends. and just I would weep for comic/616 happy to write ahh

Pepperony (Tony S. + Pepper) -> look they may have never dated, or done more than kiss and sleep together like once or twice in 616/comic canon; whereas mcu did put them romantically which could have been done so much better (but i like the concept). NOW I love them Platonically. SO MUCH. They are best friends, and I have a lot of hcs about them just based in platonics and friendship, and actual canon... but yeah, i'd be so for them to actually explore a romantic relationship, and ship them romantically, as lovers.

Maria Hill/Pepper -> Ship Pepper with women. Look you know, hear me out. Just yes. Like YES? Before both being burned by Tony. To Maria just being shocked that Pepper Potts of all people /saved her/ to them just both being workaholics with /problems/ to bonding over stress, and drinks, and just Maria and Pepper finding common ground; and pepper plus woman makes my lesbian soul happy

Steve R. / Pepper -> self indulgent. self indulgent thoughts. headcanons of when steve is woken from the ice and tony is talking about that; and what his "bodyguard" tells him about steve; to pepper meeting steve, cause she's tony's PA/EA rolled into one, and getting to know steve/captain america cause of that through the early years of avengers, and just being friends with all the first avengers cause of her proximity to tony/iron man... to romance with captain america, steve rogers, and its so self indulgent. let her date a hero she just looks up and thinks is dreamy.

Natasha R/ Pepper -> same reasons as Maria. Don't have much to say, but boy would i ship it

HONORABLE MENTION -> look I'd be down for Rhodey and Pepper, they tick my /they are so platonic, almost too platonic/ friendship box to ship romantically, but i mean they could cute. tony's two best friend having a thing. // Bethany Cabe and Pepper hate fuck. that's it. that's the ship. it's toxic. neither of them like each other. but they hate fuck. // mj and pepper you know that could be something. // ship pepper with women ship pepper with women // and open to rp spawned ships

GREER NELSON -> oh boy this girl. okay. let just ship her with everyone. there done.

Marc / Greer -> i think they are cuties and hope that current canon does something with them a lot more and better

Hank / Greer -> first you are unpack all of hank pym, acknowledge all his issues; but there is something about them, with this canon, and what could be

Bobbi / Greer -> YES. JUST YES. Let girls kiss, and just these two. TBH Greer would date every single WCA but Bobbi makes top of the list

Jessica D. / Greer -> i just think when girls are friends and save each other's lives thy should kiss

Bruce Banner / Greer -> self indulgent ship from scraps and inspired from roleplays, but i think it's pretty cool ship

HONORABLE MENTION -> all the other WCA members, so janet & greer, tony & greer, clint & greer, simon & greer (its a canon ship), and then let's throw out there Jessica Jones & Greer (she did kiss her), wanda & greer and many more

GRACE THE MUSE -> i haven't seen the other three romances yet; but take this as my predictions for faves

Freddie / Grace -> PLAY THE GAME. THIS IS GONNA BE NUMBER ONE. First romance, only one I've seen so far. it was incredible

Peresphone / Grace -> i just think she is SO hot and what i know from her, her romance has gotta be good

Apollo / Grace -> GOD I NEED TO ROMANCE THIS MAN ! I loved Apollo !

Pan / Grace -> i am also looking forward to this romance from the spoiler images I've seen; i love pan

Hermes / Grace -> hear me out, them would be cute; the new idols dating :3

HONORABLE MENTION -> ships with grace, all. all good. polycule and polyships. calliope and grace.

I'M GONNA CUT IT HERE.

ALL Nyx ships good. Very good. Give Mom Love.

ALL ships with Liandra good (spicy).

Romantic shipping not applicable to Nadia or Singularity who are both very aroace.

[lonesome-witching]

It is time for Part 3 of my Robin Robin AU! (I refuse to call it anything but that.)

Basically a few weeks have past since the ending of the last fic, and Karen has gone to meet Hopper (who, once again, is this universe’s Batman) to finally have a “conversation” with him about his involvement in her daughter’s nightly activities, as well as Nancy’s new and really kind girlfriend that she’s practically adopted with how much she’s over at the Wheelers. Meanwhile, Robin, who has moved on from being the superhero Robin to being the new hero Red Robin (here’s the costume:)

(Also Nancy appreciates the effort, but it’s literally just a colour before her name, although she won’t tell Robin that, and one time when the 2 were ‘patrolling’ (they weren’t they were just getting finished with *ahem* couple stuff) and they overheard a criminal make fun of the hero’s new name, Robin had to physically restrain Nancy to prevent her from killing him while Nancy was cussing him out; the criminal then spent the rest of his life with PTSD in relation to the colour purple), is a bit miffed with Nancy (their first fight) as Nancy has begun working more closely with the Bat-Family, and may be taking a new identity, leading her to not spend as much time with Robin (no, I’m not possessive over Nancy. And no I’m not jealous over how much time she and Steve are spending together. Why would you even think that Joyce! - Robin, in this AU at some point) (also in addition to that ‘qoute’, Joyce is Oracle in this AU, just not put in a wheelchair after being fridged for Batman and the Joker’s character development in a story that, at best, is incredibly overrated, and that even the author hates, the only part I feel comfortable saying is excellent is the art, and those men are obsessed with, even though they have the media literacy of a mentally challenged rock! Sorry, I just needed to vent about The Killing Joke for a bit.). And to vent she has swung by Hopper’s place to blow off some steam by hitting things (when she may or may not be imagining Steve as, though she still is platonic soulmates with him) in the Batcave. Unfortunately, she enters through the window to the room where Karen and Hopper are having their talk (Karen doing her best ‘parent angry with kid in trouble’ routine, and Hopper just needs an aspirin, because like actual Batman he has an adoption addiction, and all the kids are absolutely insane, and all the adults around him refuse to help ‘cause they find his struggles funny), leading to bit of chaos, which is then calmed down a bit by Hope, before Nancy enters from the Batcave, wearing a Robin costume (hero, she’s not cosplaying as her girlfriend), causing even more chaos as she’s just interrupted both her mother berating her mentor, and her girlfriend needing to hit something because she’s jealous, causing even more chaos, and making Hopper want to die (even more than he already did).

I swear I never intend to make this soo long, I just vastly underestimate how much detail I’m going to over-include in these.

Hi, I tried my best to follow your prompt but since my knowledge of batman is quite limited it might not be exactly what you had intended. I'm also sorry for the ending I gave it but that just kind of happened.

Red Robin

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Sorry if you found me from my tmnt stuff but I'm gonna mini ramble about my stranger things au! I have a future au and a bad timeline of the future au The normal timeline Steve and Robin (because they're my favorite silly platonic soulmates) move to California along with a good chunk of the party (they just dont live in the same parts) Nancy lives in New York and is a journalist for the news. Hopper and Joyce live in Florida (I dont got one for that I just like the idea) Mike and Will live somewhere, they sure do! (I don't really have an idea for them either I was kind of thinking New York as well) El I was thinking somewhere closer to Hopper and Joyce but I also don't want to snatch her away from everyone (even if shes 36) Robin and Steve left first Steve opened a hair salon when he was 23 Erica moved down the second she graduated she practically had her bags packed so she could follow Steve, Robin, Lucas, and Max to California. She got a job at Steve's salon (he promised her he'd hire her when she moved down) she basically became the unofficial manager . And now the two new characters Steves daughter Bobbie Robins daughter Scout

(Also the Russians may or may not have come back for Steve and Robin when they were 29)

Ok Ok the bad timeline isn't so different just one thing changes everything. Robin dies in 1987. (Just noting the bad timeline because I may or may not be writing something)