#tina talks writing

[lavenderspence]

okay, so that aaron fic that was supposed to come out yesterday? well, I was hoping to finish and post it today, but it turns out I absolutely despise the idea and what I've written so far, so I've decided to scrap it, and spare myself from the amount of dislike I felt towards it. I'm sorry, maybe one day.

🕯️ november fic schedule 🕯️

hi, hello. lavenderspence is back? almost. i've had a very severe case of writer's block, and in order to get out of it I decided to make a small schedule for this month to hopefully help me kickstart my writing again and finish some wips. here it is:

nov 15th - | baby reid | - spencer reid x reader (title will be changed)

🍂 you and spencer settle on a sentimental name for your baby

nov 22nd - | no title yet | - aaron hotchner x reader

🩹 aaron's absolutely furious after you had a close call during a case

nov 29th - | no title yet | - spencer reid x reader

💍you always thought you'd say yes when spencer proposed, but you had to say no

looking forward to writing those, and I hope you're looking forward to reading them🤭

[afewproblems]

Season 2 Halloween AU Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

A very big thank you to @strangersteddierthings for chatting with me today and being such a great sounding board for the next update!

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

***

"So…I have to ask," Eddie blurts out, cutting through the awkward silence that has fallen between them, "how were you gonna pick up your car before you ran into me?"

"I don't think it counts as running into you, if you were waiting for me Munson," Steve side steps the question expertly, flashing him a strange smirk that seems out of place. It falls after a second and twists into something pained.

"I was hoping Nance would take me," Steve says eventually, his voice soft, "which was pretty stupid in hindsight, 'specially cuz she was counting on me to drive her this morning, which--"

Steve cuts himself, snapping his mouth shut with a harsh click of teeth, he shakes his head and lifts his hand to run roughly through his hair.

"Doesn't matter anymore".

Eddie holds his breath, feeling the conversation begin to shift. It's as though he's stepped onto a tightrope and any wrong move could potentially send him over the edge.

He settles for nodding once, turning the key in the ignition.

Steve sighs and lets himself fall back into his seat, "I know you know already, the whole fucking school does, Billy saw to that," Steve gestures to his face, "say what you really want to ask". 

Eddie's fingers tighten around the wheel as he turns them out of the parking lot, fighting the immediate urge to say, 'why did Miss Priss throw it all away?' 

"You think I believe the rumours that come out of that shithole?" Eddie lies, keeping his eyes on the road this time.

He can feel Steve's unimpressed stare as they continue down mainstreet.

"Right, so you had no clue I was in detention?"

Eddie chews the inside of his cheek to fight the sly grin that begins to creep over his face, "Alright smart ass".

He hazards another glance at Steve as they begin to hit the residential area, he looks so different from the night before.

His limbs are loose, tension free, if it weren't for the heavy bags under Steve's eyes and the nervous tap of his fingers on the passenger door, Eddie would think he was finally relaxed.

"I knew a fight definitely happened, it's Hargrove," Eddie says slowly, carefully weighing his words, "but I typically prefer to hear the whole sordid story from the source before I pass any judgements, ya know?" 

Steve doesn't say anything as they continue driving through residential  the houses getting progressively bigger as they go.

"Did you," Steve pauses and breathes out slowly before shaking his head and lifting his face to meet Eddie's gaze, "is that offer for something stronger still open?" 

Eddie smiles, "I think that can be arranged". 

***

Eddie pulls over beside Tina Cline's house, wincing as the right front tire rolls over the curb and bounces the van as it lands on the street once more, startling a snort out of Steve. 

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Harrington," Eddie huffs as Steve shoots him a grin.

"Didn't say a word," Steve hums, unbuckling himself from the seat. Eddie watches as he opens the door and hops out. For a moment Eddie worries Steve will pull the same disappearing act from last night but he simply stops beside his car door and motions for Eddie to roll down his window. 

Eddie cracks his door open instead, "window's broken, what?" 

Steve rolls his eyes, "whatever Munson, you know the way? It's north on 5th and--"

"Then two more rights, yeah man," Eddie says with a laugh in his voice, "I dropped you off remember?" 

"Fuck off," Steve huffs out, he's grinning though.

Steve swings the Beemer’s door open and slides in. He turns on the ignition and flinches at the loud burst of music from the stereo, the volume obviously set from the mood of the previous night. 

'I want to know what love is, I want you to show me--'

Steve slams his hand against the console, cutting off the song with a harsh crack. 

The van is parked just behind the Beemer so Eddie can't see Steve's face, but his head drops down onto the wheel for just the briefest moment before he slowly lifts it, turns on his signal and pulls away from the curb. 

***

Steve beats him to the house.

He's getting out of the car, which is parked on the long driveway as Eddie pulls up to the street. 

Eddie hops out of the van, hiking his backpack higher up on his shoulders, not bothering to lock it. Who would even want his shitty van among the BMWs and Mercedes parked down this street --hell, Eddie could have sworn he saw a Jag three houses down.

Eddie stops short of the lawn. The Harrington house is so different in the light of day, the strange emptiness that seemed to ooze out of the dark windows the night before has disappeared, leaving an ordinary house in its wake. 

"Well?" Steve calls out as he pulls a pair of keys from his back pocket and spins them once on his finger, "you coming or what Munson?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes and jogs to catch up to Steve who turns on his heel to stride up the walk. He stuffs the key into the deadbolt and swings one of the double doors inwards before shucking off his sneakers.

No shoes? Fucking rich people man.

Steve must notice Eddie's expression because he blushes and shrugs, "I know, I know, but my parents will be home for Thanksgiving this year so…may as well…"

He gestures around the sterile foyer with a tight smile, as though it explains everything. 

If anything, Eddie has more questions. 

Steve cuts off the thought by clearing his throat, "we should smoke outside, last thing I need is for you to burn a hole in the couch or something".

Eddie steps over the threshold and has to stop himself from whistling, were the ceilings always this high in this place?

He lifts his foot to unlace his left chuck, snorting at the strange little table in the middle of the foyer. A giant vase sits atop it filled with a mixture of what have to be silk flowers --no way they were real. He pulls the shoe off and tosses it to the side before lifting his right foot. 

Eddie never had the greatest balance so he hops back and forth with his right foot in the air before hopping as close as he can to the wall of the foyer and leaning back against it.

He finally gets the knot in his laces undone and throws the sneaker to the floor, dropping his right foot to the hardwood.

Eddie looks up to find Steve staring with a bemused expression on his face, he ignores the wide hazel eyes and removes the backpack from his shoulders -which can't have been helping the balance issue. 

Eddie unzips the top and yanks out the trusty metal lunchbox, sliding a wicked grin into place.

"You said something about outside?"

***

By the time they've settled, facing one another on a couple of pool loungers, the sun has begun to dip low, painting the patio and empty pool a warm glowing copper. It catches Steve's hair, which shines like gold in the dying sunlight, like some Autumnal Fae King--

Eddie wants to slap himself, suddenly thankful for the November wind that cuts through the backyard, forcing him to chillout.

He picks up the grinder from his lunchbox, unscrewing the cap to open it.

"You good with a joint this evening my good King?" 

He pours a handful of a new strain Rick let him try the other day into the grinder and starts twisting. It's not something he would typically share with anyone other than Jeff, but Steve seemed like he could use something a little more special tonight.

Eddie looks up after a beat of silence, "yo, Major Tom, you with me?" 

Steve's face is pinched, tilted towards the empty pool, "please don't call me that," he says quietly.

"Major Tom?"

Steve raises his eyes to meet Eddie's gaze, his mouth cuts a hard line across his face, the typical easy grin it usually houses is gone. 

"King-Steve," he runs a hand through his hair, letting the fingers linger to grip and pull, "I just, that's not who I am anymore, I don't--"

Steve swallows harshly, "that's all anyone could talk about this morning".

He drops his voice and octave, "oh, King Steve is so pussy whipped he let his girl fuck Jonathan Byers before she dumped him".

"Is that what Hargrove said?" Eddie asks quietly as he pours out a portion of weed onto a paper.

Steve shakes his head, "that was Tommy, but that wasn't why I hit him". 

Eddie nods, and lifts the joint to his mouth to run his tongue along the edge of the paper. Steve watches him from the lounger, his eyes follow the movement before he blinks and continues.

"Tommy and I had been best friends since we were five, he uh, he knows a lot about me," Steve lifts his hand to his mouth and chews the nail of his thumb briefly before dropping it back into his lap.

"Stuff I don't tell anyone, stuff he knows will hurt". 

Eddie nods, twisting the joint closed, he can kind of understand that, although the only person in his life that knew him like that was Wayne.  

And Wayne would never hurt him. 

Did Steve really not have anyone else like that in his life, someone he could tell anything to that wouldn't look at him weird or judge him. Someone safe.

"Anyway, Hargrove started in on me after that, but he's been fucking with me for awhile so," Steve shrugs again, "he saw his big opportunity here".

"Hargrove's been messing with you?" Eddie asks sharply as he pours more weed onto another paper. He lifts it and runs his tongue along the edge of the paper before twisting it into shape. When he looks up, Steve's ears have gone slightly pink and he's sitting strangely, slightly hunched and twisted.

"Yeah," Steve says after a moment, he clears his throat and straightens his back, "yeah, it's just been at practice so far, and I thought it was just because he wanted to one up me for my spot but," he shakes his head, "it's getting worse". 

"You know, I have a bit of a reputation around school," Eddie says slowly, carefully, watching as Steve freezes and looks at Eddie with wide eyes.

"The Hellfire club is more than just the game we're playing, it's also kind of a sanctuary for kids that don't have anyone to lean on, we look after each other," Eddie continues, ignoring the way Steve relaxes slightly, "you wouldn't need to play or anything but if you need somewhere to sit at lunch now…" 

Steve looks at Eddie for a long time, his expression blank, guarded, "really? Just like that?" 

"Yeah man, besides I get to use my 'Mean and Scary Guy' persona on these fuckers so it's a win-win for me".

Steve grins, raising one skeptical eyebrow, "mean and scary?"

Eddie bristles a little bit at the questioning tone in Steve's voice and can't quite swallow the urge to snarl, "yeah I mean you looked plenty scared of the town freak yesterday". 

Steve winces and immediately starts to shake his head, inching forward in his seat so he's even closer to Eddie, their knees are almost touching.

"That's not, I wasn't," he stops and takes a deep breath, "I was upset about Nancy and it was so dark outside, the trees--"

"You afraid of the dark Harrington?" Eddie cuts him off, the lingering irritation still simmers in his voice as he coos. 

Steve just looks at him, there's something strange about the haunted expression on his face that makes the hair on the back of Eddie's arms stand on end. 

"Things happen in the dark, in the woods," Steve says softly, his eyes drift to the empty pool again. 

Eddie opens his mouth to ask Steve what the hell he means by that, when a voice shouts across the yard.

"Steve? STEVE?!" 

The sound of someone running through the grass has them both of their feet, the joints forgotten on the pool loungers. 

"Dustin?" 

A kid, he can't be more than twelve or thirteen, skids into the porchlight that has replaced the last copper rays of evening light, the sun fully set by now. The kid's blue eyes are wide underneath a mop of curly hair and hat, he's breathing hard.

"I need your help".

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Part Five

and for some peeps that I think may be interested! @steddierthings @steddie-there @steves-strapcollection @outpastthebrakers @henderdads @stevesbipanic

[disciplinedindiscipline]

Talking Heads reuniting yesterday after 20 years is the best thing I saw today

[thefallennightmare]

My husband is on a mission to declutter the house today while I’m just like;

[poltergeist-coffee]

∞

Hhmm Bagi? 👀

Also hey I'm back, school was killing me:D

- 🍽

song: Carnaval by Kamaitachi

[rayeofthem00n]

here's the thing

she's mad, she's upset, she feels like no one trusts her, she feels set up. she thought she was in the know until she heard people whispering about things she doesnt understand, until the secrets she thought she was keeping were talked openly in front of her as if her trust meant nothing, the secrets she kept in her pocket were nothing but stones, useless

she's alone for awhile, working away on her farm, setting up her new home and a mischievous demon of death plays some pranks on her, sets up a big scavenger hunt for her to follow... that she cant finish without help, the clues leading her to places she's never lied eyes on, rooms she's never been let into it.

she knows there isnt malice behind it, knows from a conversation with a demon that trust and knowledge are complicated things on the island. she knows she doesnt have the history. the bond that ties so many of the islanders together was cut off from her, barely.

and yet

she doesn't want to talk about it. even though people push and pry and want to know what's wrong. her feelings were just brought to the surface, she doesnt want to defend them. not when she has finally acknowledged them to herself.

so she'll say she's fine, nothings wrong. stop asking, she wont put her heart on a platter for it to be examined, debated and decided on.

and sure

she might snip and her words might sting and her tone betray her but she never said she was perfect. she has horns for a reason after all.

[orchid-and-bone]

Back in my X-Men / Logan era, it's been too long.

I wanna write for him so badly, please, send in your thots, drabbles, whatever, I am starving for this man

[lyril]

i think my headcanon is that bob's burgers is actually still in like, 2011-2013.. . they make modern references on occasion (gene makes a joke about the fidget spinners fiasco in a later episode i watched) but. i feel like they just belong in that time span y'know. it's like their natural habitat. all that truly matters here though is that the breaking bad burger of the day can still exist

[lavenderspence]

I just got the angstiest, most delicious idea for a hotch fic, and i feel i may break some hearts with this one🫣

[wilmonsfolklore]

sometimes i think of sensual scenes to write and forget my absolute incapability to write anything even remotely sexual like Why did I put 'sexy ice cream licking scene' in an outline who did i think i am?????

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Techno in my Writer's Isekai AU be like:

[thefallennightmare]

any other writers on here find it extremely difficult to remain motivated to write? It's been extra difficult for me, especially today, to keep up with writing. I've been jumping back and forth between JP and Coyotes Cry in hopes of it helping but I think it's making it worse.

[br1ghtestlight]

Trick or treat!! 🍭

"Daddy?"

Bob was walking back to Bob's Burgers with Tina after picking her up from school, while Linda stayed at the restaurant and watched Gene and Louise.

Linda was typically the person who picked Tina up from school and walked home with her, but Bob volunteered because he knew that Tina loved it when he surprised her by picking her up from school, and he would take the long way home and buy her an ice cream cone. With two younger siblings that required a lot more attention than she did, it wasn't very often that Tina got to spend alone time with either of her parents but they would always try to fit it into their day.

It was a beautiful day, and Bob was happy to take the long way home with Tina. They were a few weeks away from the start of summer vacation, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Bob was holding Tina's hand as they walked along the sidewalk with their ice cream held between sticky fingers, and he looked down at her after she said his name. "Yes, Tina?"

"Why don't the kids at my school like me?"

Bob stopped walking. He knew that Tina wasn't the most popular student in her grade, but he'd secretly been hoping that she hadn't noticed and that she would remain blissfully ignorant of her classmates talking behind her back and purposefully not including her when they were playing at recess. At least until she was older and matured, and it would be easier to explain everything to her.

Linda was always better than him at talking to their kids about difficult topics.

He sighed. "I don't... you didn't do anything wrong, Tina. People can be judgemental and mean to people who are different from them. Your classmates probably learned from their parents that people who act differently, like you, are bad and deserve to be excluded. That's not true, though."

"What do I do that's different from my classmates? I like playing outside at recess, and I color my pictures with crayons like they do. Is it because of my glasses?" Tina asked with innocent curiosity on her face. Bob didn't want to explain this to her, but he knew that if he didn't then it would be traumatizing for her when she realized. He hadn't been very popular when he was in school and his father never wanted to talk about that with him.

"It's because, uh… you know how your classmates tease you sometimes? They call you mean names, right? Because you talk about horses a lot, and your voice isn't… you don't like loud noises or surprises, do you? All that is totally fine and you shouldn't change for anybody, but your classmates don't understand that they shouldn't be mean to people who are different from them."

"Why don't they like horses?"

[incorrect-splatoon]

Shiver: I love to love !

Shiver: but my baby just love to DANCE, yes she dooooes !

Big man: Ay ? Ay? (Who are you talking about ? Like that ?)

[sunsetcurveauto]

my outlandish theory is that theyve already filmed season 2 (based SOLELY on the teaser from a few months ago of the sea of monsters coordinates) and are just keeping it extremely on the dl

[letterstotheflre]

great. people have already started calling taylor a slut again and it’s not even been a day