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kennahjune · 5 months ago

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Teen Dad AU

Part 7!! (??)

I’m losing track.

More Steddie interactions (kinda?)! Plus Steve and Louie and the kids :))

I’m so excited for this one aaahhhhh!!!!!

I’m starting this on my 15th bday lmaoooo

(Update it is now 2 months after my bday, HAPPY pride month everyone!!)

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Steve didn’t want to leave the kitchen.

“Get the hell out there, Harrington!” George scolded him. “It’s a bunch of middle schoolers!”

Yeah, Steve refused to serve a table of middle schoolers. Because they weren’t /just/ middle schoolers.

They were his middle schoolers.

Accompanied by Miss. Byers and Jonathan.

Steve internally groaned. He had been completely avoiding and refusing to tell any of them where he worked and had sworn Hopper to secrecy. Dramatic? Sure. But valid? Absolutely.

Those kids were menaces. Even Will in his own way, giving Steve one of those sweet smiles of his to get him to give them rides almost whenever. Ugh.

The point is; Steve didn’t want to the Brat Bridge to know where he worked. Because then they’d come just about everyday to harass him.

But a teasing comment about “Scaredy Steve” from Mason had Steve punching Mason in the arm and marching out into the actual diner.

Gwen walked past him into the kitchen with a tray of dirty dishes. She clapped him on the shoulder with a sly smile. “Good luck, they’re a loud bunch.”

Steve sighed. “Trust me, I know.”

Five kids, one teen, and one adult. Steve would be fine. It’d be totally fine. He sees these people like every goddamn day—

“Steve!”

He’s been spotted.

Steve gave a strained smile to Dustin, who was actually bouncing in his chair between Mike and Max, who were both looking at him like a freaky big they’d never seen before.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas chirped, across from Dustin, grinning ear to ear. Will sat quietly next to him but smiled at Steve when they made eye contact.

Steve crossed his arms and popped his hip, a small grin of his own plastering his face. “I work here, Sinclair. Now what does the Brat Pack want?”

A chorus of shouts of different menu items flew at Steve all at once. He chuckled quietly, and then groaned louder— just to be a dramatic shit.

“One at a time! You learned how to take turns in kindergarten, didn’t you? Or are you guys still there?”

Dustin and Mike immediately protested, Max making a dig at Steve’s “elementary school IQ”. While the three of them argued with a not-listening Steve, Steve turned his attention to Will and Lucas.

Orders were placed quickly after. Steve turning to Jonathan and Joyce after the kids.

When he gave the paper to Mason the raised eyebrow he got back held thousands of questions. Questions Steve ignored with a smirk and wave of his hand.

His shift that day was rowdy and filled with teasing and laughter. Not much different than usual but it was warmer. More comforting. The kids didn’t leave with Miss. Byers, opting to stay behind with Jonathan and wait until Steve’s shift ended.

Allya and George waved Steve off about closing, insisting they’d get to it themselves.

So, Steve and Jonathan split the brats up between their cars; Lucas, Mike and Dustin with Steve, Max and Will with Jonathan.

“Steve can we go to your house? Please?” Dustin begged, hanging off of Steve’s arm while they all walked to the cars. Steve pretended to think about it, already knowing full well that he’d give in and let them storm his trailer.

He sighed dramatically, just for shits and giggles, before agreeing. Because he’s a giant push over.

Steve and Jonathan split the kids up and Jonathan followed Steve all the way to trailer park.

“Hang on—“ Dustin slapped Steve’s arm from his seat in the passengers side. “Don’t you live in Loch Nora?”

Steve huffed, his irritation flaring at the reminder. He quickly tramped it down, refusing to be angry at Dustin for being curious.

“Used to. Moved out once I got Louie.” He explained, barely even a lie.

Mike and Lucas shared a glance in the back seat. Steve narrowed his eyes at them before quickly returning his gaze to the road. He’d have a talk to them later about trying to play detective.

Jonathan and Steve pulled in side by side in the driveway. The kids got out one by one, rushing to the porch and waiting impatiently for Steve to open it for them.

Steve smiled a small smile at the antics, before catching Jonathan staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

Steve turned to him with a confused raise of his eyebrows. Jonathan raised his own eyebrows and looked pointedly to the trailer before back at Steve.

So it wasn’t Lucas and Mike playing detective, it was Jonathan.

Steve rolled and eyes and made a very pointed and obvious “later” look before pushing through the kids and unlocking the door.

The kids discarded their shoes haphazardly and spread out in the living room, looking at everything.

��I’ll be right back. Break anything and I’ll break your asses.”

Max and Mike rolled their eyes, disappearing with Will down the hall to no doubt look around more. Dustin and Lucas stayed in the living room.

“Where are you going? And where’s Louie?” Lucas asked suspiciously.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. “Wow ok. More interested in my kid than me, Sinclair?” Lucas spluttered a reply, but Steve waved him off with a chuckle. “I’m kidding, doofus. Louie’s up at Gran— er, Margaret’s, because I had work.”

Lucas deemed this an ok answer and let Steve go.

He knocked on Gran’a door three times before she opened, Louie on her hip and the twins right behind her. Noah and Casey immediately ran out the door to hug Steve on the small porch, each hanging off of a different leg as Steve reached out to take Louie from Gran.

“Heya, baby!” Steve greeted the now teething infant. Teething, as Louie immediately stuck Steve’s shirt collar in his mouth to chew on.

Steve smiled at Gran, letting her know the brats were over but that they could still have dinner together that night if she was ok with an extra five kids (and Jonathan).

Grab waved him off. “The more the merrier, dear.”

Noah and Casey followed Steve home, Gran having to go run some errands and taking advantage of Steve finally being home. Steve didn’t mind.

He’d just made it to the bottom of his porch when something caught his eye across the street; leaving his own trailer was Eddie Munson, his hair thrown half-up-half-down and his shirt and jeans ripped to basically scraps. He was grinning and talking while walking backwards, supposedly to the old man standing in the doorway.

Eddie turned around just in time to make eye contact with Steve, raise an eyebrow, and grin devilishly. He stuck out his tongue, and Steve and Louie both giggled.

Steve broke the tension-filled eye contact to look down at little baby Louie, who was still chewing on his shirt. Louie grinned back at him, his little teeth nubs shiny. When Steve looked back to Eddie, the van was gone and the pretty metalhead was nowhere in sight.

“Steve! Why are you withholding the child?” Max demanded.

Steve snapped back to reality just enough to glare over his shoulder at her.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE SLOW ASS UPDATES BUT I CANT PROMISE ILL DO BETTER WITH MY ADHD AND HYPER-FIXATIONS EVERYWHERE 😭😭

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers #max mayfield #steddie #my teen dad au #noah and casey 🫶#steve loves his little family #but he’d never admit it #not yet anyway #season 3 coming up!!#but Louie’s birthday first #I’m losing track of time in my own fic #THANKS FOR BEING PATIENT WITH THE UPDATES IM SO SORRY #I LITERALLY LOVE YOU GUYS ❤️❤️❤️

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bettyfrommars · 9 months ago

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Ring of Fire

a biker Steve au

Part 2: More Than Words

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18+ONLY, MDNI, longing, friends to strangers to lovers, mature themes, mention of sex work and violence, reader has secrets, so does Steve, eventual smut, dirty deeds, biker!Hopper. It's the mid 90's and Steve is in his early 30's.

word count: 4.3k

Summary: Getting to know the town of Hawkeye, including Munson's Garage and Patsy's diner. Steve has dreams of another life he never lived. Reader has dreams of Steve. Hopper spends his spare time looking out for Lorelei.

A/N: There will be references to I'm on Fire in the first part of this chapter by way of dreams, but it is not a crucial plot point to the story, just in case you are not familiar with the other series. I keep wanting to bring more of the places/people in from IoF, but every time I do, this Steve morphs into the old one, and I love the idea of exploring him this way, without the other backstory.

Morning cracked open through your blinds, a bright sun void of warmth. Rolling to face the wall on your floor mattress, you curled the lemon-yellow comforter up over your head, only to be bludgeoned by the onslaught of birds tweeting outside your window.

A motorcycle grumbled by on the street below and you were officially awake.

There was a kitchenette in your apartment, but you didn’t have a coffee maker or grounds yet. The diner opened at 6am on weekends, and that is where you planned to go. You considered throwing a coat on and shuffling over in your pajamas, but ended up pulling on a change of wardrobe that did not match and a shirt that was inside out.

7:30 was far too early for clever dressing.

The sky matched the color of the pavement by the time you stepped out onto the sidewalk, now that the sun had been obscured by hulking clouds. You pulled the hood of your sweatshirt up as a soft drizzle misted your skin, waiting for a big truck to pass before making your way across the street.

One block over and two blocks down was the red and white sign for Patsy’s Diner. You spotted it just as the rain fell unyielding, your feet picking up the pace.

There were three cars in the slant street parking out front, including a big black Chevy truck with a square body style from the early 70’s.

You didn’t see Steve until it was too late. Not until you locked eyes through the diner window.

—-----

Steve picked Robin up every Saturday morning to have breakfast at Patsy’s, which had been their ritual for almost a decade. There’d been a couple exceptions, including the months Robin was locked up for voluntarily taking the weed possession charge for one of her girlfriends, and a few when Steve had been out of town on a run with the Coffin Kings. Other than that, even with the worst head-splitting hangover, they never missed it.

Robin chucked her leather jacket into the booth first before she slid in wearing paint-splattered overalls over a baggy tee with the band Heart on the front. Her warm golden hair fell to her shoulders, worn in a low ponytail, exposing the “lover” tattoo inked in cursive just under her ear.

Their booth was right at the front corner of the L-shaped diner, next to the window. Steve had even carved their initials under the table at one point with his old utility knife. The booths were burnt sienna vinyl that were so worn at the seat that they were ripped in places, exposing the gauzy innards. The waitress Jeanette collected steaming plates from the kitchen hatch to carry to another table while Sharon, her co-worker, brought over a pot of coffee and two stout, brown mugs.

Steve rolled a toothpick around in his mouth from side to side as he held open the laminated menu to look it over, even though he could read the whole thing with his eyes closed.

“Rough night?” Robin asked while she concentrated on stirring three spoons of sugar and a hearty dollop of cream into her coffee.

Steve didn’t look up from the menu. “How could you tell?”

Between the raw strawberry on his knuckles and the dark purple half-moons under his eyes, he knew the answer.

“Your hair looks like it’s trying to evacuate your scalp.”

She waited for him to start combing the mess back with his fingers to give a soft chuckle.

Steve let the menu go flat on the table and palmed the rim of his black coffee to pull it closer. “I had another one of those dreams last night.”

His best friend’s eyes snapped up, but then Jeanette was there to take their order and the conversation had to pause while Steve got his standard hotcakes with bacon, and Robin her omelet with hash browns and sourdough toast. They exchanged a few pleasantries, since Jeanette had worked there as long as the two of them had been alive, and then Robin settled back in her seat with a weary huff.

Steve felt like he had to remind himself to blink, his eyes were so dry. He looked at his hands as he spoke. “I had a kid, a little boy.”

Robin leaned forward to rest her forearms on the table. “Was I his mother in this one? These dreams of yours freak me out. I can’t imagine being someone’s mother, like, not ever.”

“You were a really good one though,” a hesitant smile quivered on his lips. “You helped me raise him even though he wasn’t biologically yours. But in the dream last night I—”

Every time he woke up from those particular dreams, he mourned the loss of a child he never had.

He cut off what he was about to say, the memory of the love he felt in his dream hitting him like a wave. “Last night I was about to get married to some woman, and we had a baby on the way. My baby.”

Robin was about to crack a joke, but then thought better of it. “I know what it feels like. To have the kind of dreams you don’t want to wake up from. Who in the hell would want to wake up to our lives.”

“Wayne is healthy though,” Steve nodded to himself, trying to find the positives. “In these dreams he’s…sick or something, and I’m always worried he's not going to live much longer.”

“The apocalypse couldn’t kill Wayne,” she smiled. “Old man will outlive all of us.”

The food came, and the topic of conversation changed, until Robin shoved a bite into her cheek. “What was his name, do you remember? Your son?”

“His name was Oliver,” Steve held a strip of bacon out, not ready to take a bite yet.

Robin bobbed her head a few times. “That’s a good name,” and then, “you want to talk about what happened last night?”

“Same old shit,” he huffed, slapping a few crumbs off his black tee while he chewed. “Hop and I were called out to the junkyard and—”

There you were again, like another dream he was bound to wake up from.

Robin was concentrating on shoveling a particularly big bite into her mouth, so she didn’t know why he’d gone so quiet, until she followed his line of sight.

You stepped inside, wiping the rain off your face, but you kept your hood on while you waited for a waitress to greet you. Inside the diner was cozy, wall to wall carpeted a teddy bear brown, and smelled of cooked meats, coffee, and syrup. It made your mouth water, and you wondered if you should splurge on something.

Jeanette tried offering to seat you at the bar, but you were adamant that you’d take a brew and some sugars to go. Also a toasted bagel, you added that in at the last second.

“You want egg on that, honey?” Jeanette asked, nestling her pen in the curly silver hair above her ear.

Peeking out from the side of your hood, you noticed Steve lifting up to get a better look at you from his window booth. “No, plain is fine, thank you.”

“Who is that?” Robin asked, wiping her mouth as she turned around in her seat to get a look at you.

“No one. Someone I knew in middle school,” Steve mumbled, hacking into his stack of pancakes with the side of his fork. “She’s the new renter above Donna’s place.”

“Huh,” Robin turned her attention back to her plate. “Why do you look so flustered?”

You were standing at the door, watching the rain come down in sheets, when you felt a warm body sink in behind you.

“You need a ride back?” It was Steve with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “It looks pretty…wet out there.”

When you turned to face him, you brushed some forgotten crumbs off of his chest with your hand. It was a very familiar gesture, one that neither of you thought too much about.

It was on your tongue to decline, but it was the integrity of your bagel that concerned you. Jeanette brought you the big to-go cup and warm bread in a paper bag.

“Just as long as you aren’t here on your bike.”

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Steve ran over to tell his companion to sit tight while he drove you the 3 blocks home. His friend waved at you from her seat, and you gave a tentative wave back. More like just holding your hand up in the air actually, something of a Spok greeting.

“I don’t want to interrupt you—”

“She’s fine,” Steve assured, lifting his jacket up to hold over your head as the two of you pushed through the door and into the frey. “This will only take a minute.”

Hunkering down, you jerked the heavy metal door of his ‘78 Chevy pickup open, and then spread yourself long across the bench seat to reach over and pop the lock on his door.

Rain dripping down his face, Steve watched your two fingers pluck the lock up, and it was a small gesture to most, but a tender one for him. Not even his ex-girlfriend had afforded him such consideration, not once.

You weren’t his girlfriend though, you were barely a friend. An acquaintance he’d fantasized about in his formative years.

Once you were both under shelter in the dry cab, you glanced up through the windshield and saw Robin keeping an eye on the two of you from her place at the window. Even through the visual distortion from the rain, you could make out a soft smile lingering, perking up her cheeks.

The interior smelled like him: old leather, cigarettes, and the yellow, vanilla, tree-shaped freshener hanging from the volume knob on his radio.

“Sorry if it stinks in here,” he reached down to swat the ashtray closed that was full of smoked filters. “I need to clean that out.”

“Are you familiar with the dumpsters in the alley behind Donna’s place?”

He nodded yes as he put the key in the ignition.

“Well, they are right under my bedroom window, and I have no air conditioning. I’m looking forward to how my place will smell in the dead of summer.”

The truck grumbled to life and he anchored his arm around the seat to turn and see where he was going as he backed up. “You just need one of those air conditioning units that fits in the window. I know a guy, I’ll get you one.”

You hadn’t been fishing for help but, “that’s really nice of you, thanks.” His offer made you feel small for a second.

Less than a minute later, you were at your place. He pulled in as close as he could to the awning without crashing into the cement structure.

Not many words were exchanged as you got out, just a few mumbles of “thank you” and “good to see you”, but then you were out and slamming his heavy door shut to hurry inside. He waited out there for a few beats, wishing he would’ve said more before coasting back to the diner.

—---

Later that day, as the sun faded to a collage of pink orange behind the low hills, Hopper sat on his Harley in the parking lot of the Rosebud Motel.

The amount of time spent waiting there, watching the door to room 11 might have sounded absurd to some, but he knew that no one could look after her like he could.

He’d read about a trucker in the news who was paying women for sex and then hurting them. A few of the girls were missing, and foul play was suspected, but no one cared about the victims enough to investigate much. Most of Lorelei’s clientele were locals; lonely hired hands and married men, but there were always transient travelers looking for some company when they passed through town. Those were the ones he was concerned about.

The door to her room opened just as he lit a fresh cigarette. The guy that stepped out was pushing 70, adjusting his suspenders over his shoulders. She stayed in the doorway, covered in one of her satin robes, and kissed him on the cheek. Her appointments weren’t always about sex. Some were, for sure, and those he preferred not to think about, but a lot were touched starved hermits who craved conversation and a shoulder rub from a beautiful woman. A few liked to worship her feet. One guy preferred to feed her ice cream while they watched Cheers reruns on the bed together. Bottom line, nothing she shared surprised him any more.

The local customers knew that Hopper was her watchdog, and they’d be too afraid to cross a line with her, even if they wanted to.

Hopper had not yet been intimate with Lorelei though; not even a kiss.

For years, he’d managed to keep it platonic, ever since she hired him to be her driver and bodyguard for a date with a new customer she wasn’t yet comfortable with. He’d known that same night that he wanted to be with her, but he also knew he wasn’t special, that she saw him as a bit of a necessary evil to keep the bad man away.

But, Hopper was a bad man who had done many bad things. She deserved better.

He would protect her with his life at the drop of a hat.

Ned, the guy in the suspenders, shuffled to his Chrysler LeBaron, and then Lorelei turned to smile at Hopper.

He fixed his hair, slicking it back on each side, squinting as he plucked the last of his smoke from between his lips, tossing it to the pavement before adjusting his Coffin Kings cut to wave back.

—----

The rain was off and on all day, until the night shadows snuffed it out, allowing only a damp mist to remain. Earlier, you’d found a coffee maker at the thrift store, and when you still couldn’t sleep at midnight, you decided to caffeinate yourself to see if it counteracted your awakeness and made you sleepy. Not much logic to it, but still, there it was.

Deciding to go out for a walk, you zipped your jacket up and headed out, down along the dumpster alley, and out into the street that led to the park. The playground equipment sat so ominously motionless, the empty expanse felt eerie for a moment as you made your way over to the swings, hands shoved deep into your pockets.

You grabbed onto the chain, sitting in the teal plastic seat. Beneath you, the ground was worn into a large divot where years of dragging feet had been. You remember sitting on the same swig when you were a little kid and your feet couldn’t reach the dirt.

“Do you want to be alone?” His voice came out of nowhere, making your head turn so fast you almost kinked your neck.

You saw the plume of cigarette smoke before you saw him. He was cloaked in darkness, but there was something about his shape, the way he sauntered forward.

“Steve?”

“Miss me?”

You took a deep breath, attempting to slow your heart rate. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was just wondering the same thing about you,” he came fully into view then, illuminated by the full moon through the tree boughs. “This is my park.”

“Oh,” you looked around with mock surprise. “You own this whole park? You did well for yourself.”

With a flick of ash from his cig, he sank down into the swing next to you, chains clinking against the aluminum bracing as he did so. His hair curled at the base of his neck, the thick top part flopping to one side as he raked a hand through it. He was wearing that same type of v-neck shirt under his leather jacket to give a peak of his chest hair and tattoos, as if he knew you’d be looking. As if he’d known he’d run into you.

He smirked. “When Eddie and I were kids, we lived in that trailer park a few blocks that way,” he nodded over his shoulder. “We spent a lot of time here. Any excuse to get out of the house.”

He extended the pack of cigarettes out to offer you one, but you declined that time. “What were you out here doing tonight though?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he grumbled a laugh. “Decided to go for a ride. You?”

“Same, with the not being able to sleep thing. In the city there is more to do but not many options here.”

“Tell me about it,” he scoffed.

You shared a silence then, one that did not feel empty or awkward, but then he looked up at the sky that was clear and bright with stars.

“Do you wanna get out of here? Go for a ride?”

It took you a full minute to answer, but it was not a hesitance based on uncertainty. It was hesitance based on wondering if Steve knew what he was getting himself into with someone like you.

“Where are we going? New Mexico?”

He shrugged, making eye contact again. “We could. If that’s what you want.”

You ran your tongue along the ridge of your teeth, waiting for him to come over and take your hand to help you out of the seat. He pulled you up so fast, your chests crashed together, your mouths inches apart.

“I want to show you something,” he said, brushing his lips against yours.

—-

When you blinked awake the next morning, you realized that meeting Steve on the playground had been a dream. You let the weight of its loss sink in as you rubbed sleep from your eyes, fumbling for the key around your neck as if you might’ve misplaced it in another dimension.

On the other side of town, Steve revved his bike to life in the garage of the picket fence house he’d been renting from Eddie Munson. Eddie’s ex Melanie left him high and dry with a mortgage on his hands, and he was quick to offer it to his friend when he had nowhere to go. Steve took care of the small lawn, and did any repairs with money from his own pocket. He didn’t really care about the quaint seaside bungalow look of it—the garage was all that mattered to him. He could keep his bike in there and fix up project cars when he had the means.

He was running late, so he took the shortcut through the back alleyways of town.

Or maybe he knew he’d be on time, he just wanted to cruise by your apartment and see if he could get a glimpse of you.

Coffee was brewing in the office at Munson’s Garage when he got there and from behind the desk, Robin looked surprised.

“You’re almost a half hour early,” she dropped her attention to the papers she was organizing. “Did you get any sleep at all?”

“I slept great actually,” he lied, pulling a styrofoam cup off the stack to fill it with steaming brew. “At least five hours.”

“No shit,” she returned under her breath. “If you’re ready to clock in, Eddie has that Plymouth up on the lift for you to take a look at. The owner wants to pick it up this afternoon.”

She stood to hand Steve a sheet of paper as she spoke. “A few vehicles are coming in to get serviced at 9. Eddie has to pick up a tow in Everett, so it’s just you and Hopper today.”

Through the window over Robin’s head, Steve could see the inside of the garage and Hopper leaning against a tall red tool caddy to have a smoke. He bucked his chin at Steve when he caught his eye.

A few hours into the daily grind, Steve was murmuring the lyrics to the song More Than Words by Extreme while he was on the creeper under a car, thankful for Hopper’s presence since he really didn’t give a shit about the music. Eddie though? His tastes were very particular, and they usually had to flip a coin. When Steve won the toss, Eddie grumbled around the bay all day, rolling his eyes at Steve’s enthusiasm for Prince’s entire discography.

Hopper kicked Steve’s foot to get his attention.

“What’s up man?” Steve grunted, continuing to work.

“Protection run tonight with Bones and a few of the others. Are you coming?” Hopper had on cement gray coveralls and pulled a red rag from his back pocket to wipe carburetor fluid off his hands.

Steve stopped what he was doing and used his legs to inch out from under the Pontiac Firebird. He’d scratched his neck several times and wiped his eye, so there were dark smudges in those spots. A protection run was when members of the Coffin Kings went along to escort precious, most likely illegal, cargo across state lines.

Steve didn’t answer, so Hopper continued. “Sounds like we’ll each be getting a couple grand a head.”

A couple grand? For a few hours of work when he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway? Oh yeah, Steve was going on the protection run, no matter the risks.

“Steve?” The voice belonged to someone else that time.

Someone who sounded a lot like you.

Steve sat up on the creeper and fiddled with the wrench in his hand, sure that it was only Robin and he was just hearing things.

But, there you were, stepping into the garage from the parking lot with what appeared to be a Pyrex casserole dish in your hands.

“Um, hi, you—um,” Steve got to his feet after a clumsy shuffle with the creeper, wiping his hands off as well as he could on his jeans.

“I brought you some lunch,” flustered, you realized it was past noon and surely he’d had lunch already. “Or dinner, whichever. As a thank you for driving me home yesterday.”

Hopper looked from Steve to you and then back to you again before excusing himself to the other side of the garage.

Robin hurried to spy on the conversation from the air conditioned privacy in the office.

“For me?” He wasn’t trying to be obtuse, he was genuinely confused.

“Well,” you steadied the dish in your grasp, glancing around. “Or whoever else might want some. It’s lasagna. My mom’s recipe. Donna let me use her oven, I made some for myself earlier and just thought you might…um…do you like lasagna?”

“Sure,” he reached out to take it from you. “Who doesn’t like lasagna?”

The words were there, but you couldn’t read the expression on his face. The scowl lines in his forehead and the down-turned side of his mouth told you that he was repulsed by all of it: the lasagna, you, everything.

Steve was speechless. Not for lack of words, but more an abundance of them. The last time anyone had cared to make something for him was his grandmother before she passed. Robin had made him dinner a handful of times, but that was different. Still, all he could do was stare at the tin foil cover and wet his lips.

Your brain raced. “If it’s too much, I can take it back?”

“No,” Steve moved the dish away as if to protect it from your reaching hands. “I’ll make sure to clean the dish when I’m done and get it back to you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you shuffled back, turning on your heel to beeline for your car as fast as you could.

We were going to run away to New Mexico together, remember?

A few other Coffin Kings had just pulled into the parking lot, and with narrowed eyes, Steve noticed that they were all watching you walk away.

Fuckers.

He struggled to find a place to put the blue dish down, and finally settled on the concrete, so he could head off after you at a jog.

“Hey,” he caught your arm, moving with purpose to block their leering view of you. “Is that your car? Let me walk you over there,” pointing to the yellow Dodge Omni parked under the awning.

You moved a few steps, so did he, and then you eyed him suspiciously. “What’s going on?”

One of the Kings whistled their approval of you, and Steve gnashed his teeth.

“Nothings going on, I just wanted to make sure you know how grateful I am. For coming over here. With the food. For bringing me food.”

You tried to see where the whistle had come from, but Steve darted to the side to block your view.

God, he was blowing it. What a tool.

You wanted to tell him about the dream you had, but right then didn’t feel like a good time.

“I have to get back to work,” you looked at your hands, and then lifted them to the heartbeat in his tan throat, and eventually up to his full lips. “See you later?”

He reached out as if he might hug you, but then put his arms down again, slapping them to his sides. “Hey, are you busy tomorrow night?”

“I work during the day, but otherwise I’m never busy,” you swallowed, avoiding his gaze.

“Do you want to get out of here? Go for a ride?”

But then, your eyes snapped up at the familiarity of the questioning.

“There’s something I want to show you,” he added.

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Thank you so much to my readers, I love you and love to hear what you think.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington au #biker!Steve #biker Steve Harrington #biker!Hopper #Ring of Fire #Steve Harrington fic #Steve Harrington series #Steve Harrington smut #biker au

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joehawke · 2 years ago

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okay but - hear me out,

Steddie au where after the upside down, Eddie survives, all is well, and he and Steve end up getting closer (what with helping the kids heal and what not, and if they happened to start focusing on healing with one another, well who had to know?) but with the amount of head trauma Steve had, he slowly starts losing his memory piece by piece. Eventually Eddie catches on, and it’s just the little things that give it away (I.E Steve not remembering stuff he normally would, and yeah, Eddie passed it off a few times because Steve’s forgetful, but never like this). Eddie finally makes Steve schedule a consult with his doctor and wouldn’t you know it, Steve’s memory is slowly deteriorating. The doctor says he has a couple months before Steve’s memory is completely gone, blank, a fresh canvas. And maybe this could be a fresh start, but steve doesn’t see it that way. In a fit of panic, Steve makes Eddie vow to not tell the kids or Robin or Nancy, makes Eddie vow to take this to the grave despite Eddie’s claims that this isn’t what they’d want. Eddie wakes up one day a few months in to Steve’s side of the bed completely cold, the sheets frozen and smoothed over to the touch like they’ve been void of warmth and weight for well over a few hours now. All that’s in his place is a stack of envelopes, all in Steve’s sloppy hand writing Eddie’s come to know so well. There’s letters addressed to all the kids, to Robin, to nancy, there’s even one addressed to hopper and Joyce. And lastly, Eddie’s name is scrawled out on the very last one.

Fast forward roughly around 2 years later: Eddie tried to move on from Steve, he really did. It was rough. God it was so rough not only for him, but watching his friends and family go through losing their Steve too. Eddie would be lying if he said he gave up on looking for Steve, god he’s been looking for Steve since he opened up that god forsaken envelope. And yet, despite searching high and low, Steve pops up when Eddie was least expecting.

Corroded Coffin hasn’t made it big yet, but they’re slowly gaining traction as they make it around to different towns to do small gigs. They’re currently stationed out in butt fuck nowhere in a small town in Indiana, and Jeff insisted on walking around the town. Eddie eventually wanders off on his own, claiming if he doesn’t get caffeine in him in the next 3 minutes he’s gonna fall asleep to the sound of Gareth’s rambling. He walks up a block until he finds a small coffee shop. It’s not the cutest thing, obviously is being worked on and reconstructed, but as long as they have coffee, Eddie could care less. The bell rings to the small glass door as Eddie pushes it open. There’s paintings lying on the booths and the smell of fresh paint hits him. Maybe the open sign in the window was put up too early?

“Be right with you!” A soft voice calls from the back, and Eddie shrugs off his previous thought, shoving his hands in his pocket as he takes a look at the (incomplete) chalk board above the counter. Eddie turns to look at the paintings scattered across the small shop, taking in the hues of different colors and landscapes. They’re good.

“Sorry about the clutter, renovating. I just opened” the voice from the back says, now closer. And maybe the soft scratchy drawl should’ve been more obvious, or maybe the weird presence eddie feels sitting hot on his gut, but Eddie almost pukes when he smells Farrah Faucet hairspray in his vicinity, and that should’ve been sign enough. But still, Eddie turns to the sound he used to fall asleep to, and the overwhelming smell that once used to sweep his pillows, and everything in him plummets to the floor because standing in clear daylight is Steve fucking Harrington. Eddie thinks he’s gonna be sick.

Something must register in Eddie’s demeanor, because Steve is saying something, but all Eddie can hear is static.

“Steve?” Eddie asks out shakily, reaching out before thinking better of it and moving his hand back like he’s been burned.

“Uh, yeah that’s me? Do I know you?” Steve asks, and Eddie’s heart plummets even farther. A wet chuckle makes its way up Eddie’s throat, and yeah, not his best move, but it’s better than the bile that was following close behind.

“I uh - I-“ and this isn’t happening right now. This is some fucked up dream Eddie’s having, a figment of his fucked imagination. A bad trip. He has to leave. But he can’t get his legs to work.

“You okay sir?” Steve asks gently, putting his hand delicately on Eddie’s shoulder and it takes every fiber and being in Eddie not to break down in sobs over the contact. A part of Eddie wants to yell at Steve, wants to scream and cry and ask why, but the other part, the more… logical part, knows why. Knows why Steve did what he did. Knows that the Steve standing in front of him isn’t the Steve he was 2 years ago. So Eddie does the only rational thing he knows how to do and he asks a detour question.

“Where are the paintings from?” He asks shakily, and Steve gives him an odd look, as if trying to read him. But he dismisses it and Eddie thanks a god he doesn’t quite believe in.

“Oh, um, here actually. Or, well my studio.” Steve says shyly, a blush coming to sit high on his cheeks and yeah, Eddie fucking missed that color.

“Studio?” Eddie asks, trying to calm his racing nerves

“Yeah, I uh, I painted them” Steve says, and Eddie’s heart breaks because here’s another piece of Steve eddie doesn’t know anything about. He doesn’t know anything about his Steve. What kind of world is he living in when he knows nothing about him? And maybe what he does next wasn’t throughly thought out, and yeah, maybe Eddie is chasing after a dead star, but Eddie also thinks he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t do what he does.

“I uh, I’ll be right back. I have to make a call outside.” Eddie stutters out, slowly walking back towards the door. He hastily grabs his phone out, almost tripping over his own feet as he gets ahold of it. He calls the band, calls his manager, and calls the kids and Robin back home. He doesn’t tell them why, or how long he’ll be, only tells them he’s on a mission. And when they ask if this mission will be worth it, Eddie has no idea, but he thinks falling in love with Steve Harrington once more might be pretty well worth it.

Or: basically eddie learns how to fall in love with the new Steve and Steve has no idea he’s already fallen in love with Eddie once before

#ignore spelling mistakes I scrambled to write this #I need this #my poor babies #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #robin buckley #steddie angst #steddie drabble #steddie fic ideas #steve harrington whump #steddie fic #steddie au

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occasionally-good-ideas · 1 year ago

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A friend has given me an AMAZING IDEA. Hear me out.

Danny fenton. In the Pokémon world. Going around meeting ghost type Pokémon.

IT WOULD BE AWESOME

Especially if he’s world hopping and is NOT used to pokémon

“OoOo this house is SUPER Haunted!”

(Finds what’s doing the haunting)

“…… that’s just a weird cat. Not even a ghost cat- it’s just weird”

I feel like all the ghost types would follow him around, he doesn’t have pokéballs or anything they just like him.

His Pokémon just dragging him around to do Trainer things and Danny just having no clue what going on like-

Some random kid challenges Danny to a Pokémon battle

Danny has no idea what that means but definitely does NOT want to beat some toddler into the ground and is trying to find a way out of this “Pokémon battle”

His Pokémon on the other hand will NOT stand for this DISRESPECT and promptly ignore Danny’s attempts to leave in order to DESTROY THIS CHILDS DREAMS

#danny phantom #danny fenton #the potential shenanigans #pokémon #dp x Pokémon #void hopper au #< kinda #writing prompt

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ladykailitha · 4 months ago

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WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

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 post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), 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. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Stripper AU

Sugar Baby!Steve/Sugar daddy!Eddie

Metal Band AU

Olympic Swimmer AU (here)

Snippet

From the new story:

Eddie Munson was in deep trouble and he knew it. He had been arrested with enough weed on him to know it wasn’t for personal use. Possession with intent to sell. Thank god it happened two weeks before his eighteenth birthday otherwise he’d be facing real jail time and not... community service?

Wait, what?

He was expecting probation at the very least. But nope. He was sentenced to five hundred hours of community service as it was his first offense, he had a troubled childhood, and apparently the God damned Chief of Police on his side. Who had said that he was a good kid who protected the weak and participated in afterschool programs to help teach them math, creative writing, cooperative skills, troubleshooting, and time management.

Eddie’s lawyer told him before Hopper was to testify at his sentencing hearing that he could not laugh, could not chuckle, could not even so much as snort or smile. When Eddie asked why, he was told he couldn’t be told that or else it would be seen as influencing his testimony. And then Hopper got up on the stand and said that.

D&D. Eddie DM’ed D&D after school. Jesus Christ did it take everything he had not to show any emotion at all.

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It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

It's the last day of the month so let's finish it strong!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

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#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #wip wednesday

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strangerquinns · 1 year ago

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Deadly Reunion| Chapter 16

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 2.2k+

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You sat toward the back and watched on with a void of emotion settling within your chest. The soft sound of sniffles and coughs could be heard as you listened to Mike speak. Though he was speaking of happy memories with his sister, there was a melancholy to his voice that was all too familiar. The dark circles beneath his brown eyes, along with the paleness of his skin, showed the effect of losing his sister. Your chest tightened for a moment as a flash of Nancy’s last moments struck your mind.

Your eyes scanned across the crowd and stopped the moment they fell upon Robin. She sat huddled on a bench with Steve sitting beside her. Her eyes were red as tears moved silently down her cheeks. A part of you wanted nothing more than to go to her, be another source of comfort. But the other part of you kept your feet in a place where you stood at the back of the room. Feeling out of place with the rest of those that mourned for Nancy.

When the news moved through the camp that Nancy’s body had been recovered days after you’d come home, you couldn’t help but be shocked. You stood there, knelt beside the garden box you were weeding through, and saw the men carry her with a tarp lain over the body. Your stomach rolled knowing her body was beneath there. It was enough to cause you to quickly move to the other side of the farm plot and empty your stomach of your breakfast.

As the days passed you could see the worry on Eddie’s face whenever he was with you.

“You can tell me what’s going on, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered one night as the two of you laid side by side in bed.

“I know,” You spoke with your voice muffled as you buried your face more into his pillow. “Nothing is wrong.”

“You know you can’t lie to me,” Eddie spoke a little sterner with his voice. “I can tell something is wrong. You’re not sleeping well; you have barely eaten the last couple of days…please…tell me.”

How could you tell him that Nancy’s death was bringing up things you still weren’t ready to deal with.

“…will meet in the cafeteria hall and have dinner as a family, for those that want to pass any word of condolence to the Wheelers, please do so now.” Chief Hopper’s voice snapped you away from your thoughts. “Also we will be holding a small ceremony of burial for family and close friends only right after dinner. Thank you.”

Slowly everyone began to rise from their seats before shuffling out the back door of the large room and back down the hall. It was weird to be holding a funeral with the condition that the world is left in now. But also it left a soft comfort to see something of old normalcy still happening within the small town.

You’d stayed in the hallway after exiting with some of the group. The flow of people began to thin out, and toward the end, Robin was with some of the last to leave. The moment you saw her, you couldn’t stop but step forward. Robin sucked in a quick breath of shock before relaxing the moment she saw you. The two of you collided as you wrapped your arms tightly around her and squeezed slightly. Robin let out a soft whimpering noise and returned the hug.

“I’m so sorry,” You spoke, your voice low as others continued to pass. To the side, you could see both Steve and Eddie waiting. “I wanted to come and say something sooner…b-but…I…”

Robin stepped away, a small space between the two of you, and quickly began to shake her head. The glisten of tears returned to her blue eyes. “No, y-you don’t have to explain.”

“Are you ok? Since…” Your words hung in the air but knew the rest of the sentence was understood.

“I’m ok.” Robin nodded “Today will give some closure.”

“And everyone else? I-I wasn’t sure if I should’ve said something to her mom.”

“The Wheelers will be ok. I’m sure having her home is going to bring some closure.” Robin shrugged her shoulders. “I haven’t said much either. Steve’s been the one really talking with them.”

You nodded your head and squeezed her hands tightly as you held them in your grasp. The corner of Robin’s lips turned up with a sad smile before the two of you turned toward the two men waiting for you – the rest of the camp was already gone and headed to the cafeteria. You did the same to Steve, as you did Robin, the moment you were close enough. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, you whispering words of sorrow, before pulling apart.

“You guys going to come up for dinner?” Robin asked, her question more pointed toward you.

“Uh…” You hesitated, “She’s coming.” Eddie answered for you.

He stepped up beside you and clasped his hands with yours, giving them a light squeeze, before leading you up the stairs. A small flare of panic moved through you for a moment but settled away the closer you go to the cafeteria. The sounds of conversation ventured out into the hallway as a welcome before walking into the crowded room. Eddie held to your hand the entire walk up to the food counter, each of you grabbing a tray, before moving back to a table. He led you toward the table where Gareth and a few others sat and pulled you to the seat beside him.

Dinner went as normal, Eddie never letting go of you and always keeping his hand on you. Have it resting in your lap as the two of you ate. Or reaching over to hold your hand as he continued his conversation with Gareth. Eddie pretended not to notice you pushing around your food, barely taking bites. But you didn’t miss the pinched worried look on his face.

The sound of footsteps caused the table to slowly die down from its conversation and everyone’s attention pulled toward the person approaching the table. When you looked up, your eyes were met with the tired and weary face of Chief Hopper. The grays in his hair and mustache seemed to be more prominent since the last time you saw him a few days ago.

“Evening everyone,” Jim spoke as he created the table, then his gaze fell upon you. “Can you come with me for a second?”

You felt Eddie’s hand tighten his hold on yours, but you were frozen in place, non-reacting to his tight hold.

“M-Me?” You stuttered, the feeling of a lead ball dropping into your gut.

“Yes, please.” He spoke, “You can come too, Eddie.”

Jim didn’t say anything else before turning and moving to exit the cafeteria.

“W-What does he want?” You spoke as you turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie closed his eyes for a moment as he sighed heavily, “I was hoping he was going to wait a little more.”

“Wait? Wait for what?” You asked a small flare of panic in your tone.

Through your mind, all you could think of were negative possibilities. Was Hopper changing his mind now about letting you stay within the camp?

“When Steve and I got debriefed after coming back, it might’ve…come out that you knew of the group that we ran into.” Eddie’s dark eyes looked down at you, his thumb moving back and forth over the back of your hand. “How you’ve dealt with them before.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at him, feeling like your entire body felt like it was filled with ice. Without a second thought, you moved your hand from Eddie’s grasp and followed down the same path that Hopper left out. The only thing going through your mind as you moved through the halls was that the only way Hopper would know about your past, was if Eddie told him.

When you walked into the Chief’s office that in the west side of the Lab, you walked in to see Steve sitting in one of the chairs along with some of the men you’d seen keeping patrol on the gate.

“Please, take a seat,” Hopper spoke, pointing toward the empty chair beside the man.

Your heart felt like it was in your throat, as you slowly sank down into the worn-down chair. The sound of the door caused you to look over your shoulder and saw Eddie slip into the room.

“Now what is said in this room is to stay between those in this room.” Hopper started, “Now it has been brought to my attention that you have encountered the group that you came upon. The same group that had killed Ms. Wheeler.”

“I-I…” You spoke before clearing your throat. “I have. Right before I made my way back up here my old camp had run into a group that wore the same symbol as the ones we had run into.”

Hopper slowly nodded his head, “And they had killed most of your camp. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” You spoke meekly.

“I need you to tell me everything you know of these people,” Jim spoke, a hint of anger in his tone. You weren’t sure if it was toward you, or the militia group. “This also isn’t our first encounter with these people, seems we have a little more in common. Eddie has told me that you’d learned more of Sarah’s fate?” You slowly nodded your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you myself. I wasn't exactly sure how to tell you.” Hopper paused for a moment, "This is Enzo, he's in charge of the protection of the camp."

“We believe the group that you’d run into on your last outing is the same one that we’d run into a few months ago.” The man beside you spoke, an accent to his words, and his hardened gaze focused on you. “Same group that killed a few others of our camp.”

A heavy silence filled the room, your head snapping back toward Hopper. “Sarah?”

A deeply saddened look crossed over the older man's face, as he solemnly nodded his head.

“Once you described the symbol, my feelings were confirmed,” The man looked beside you, and toward Eddie.

“I didn’t recognize any of them,” Eddie spoke softly, “H-How…I don’t understand.”

“It means they are still within the area,” Hopper answered “Meaning that this Camp is in danger as long as they are close. We can’t have that. So I need to know everything you know so that we can come up with a plan.”

“A plan?” Steve spoke.

“A plan of attack.” Hopper answered.

You swallowed thickly as you felt a tightening around your throat, before once again, you told your story. Of how you were violently woken in the middle of the night by your mother. Of how you watched those that you loved and cared for like family were murdered as you ran for your lives. Of how your mother was killed in front of you before you barely escaped with your life.

“…after everything I made my way straight toward Hawkins. I haven’t seen them since last week. I-I didn’t think I ever would.” You spoke, reaching up quickly to wipe away the few tears that has escaped and moved down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through,” Hopper spoke, shaking his head slowly with pity swimming in his dark eyes.

“Can I go now? Y-You’ve got what you needed.” You asked quickly, your gaze locked on your fisted hands in your lap.

“Of course, thank you,” Hopper answered, the words not fully out of your mouth before you were up and out of your chair.

You didn’t even give a glance to Eddie as you walked past him quickly.

It wasn’t even a thought to head back to Eddie’s trailer, instead, you quickly walked toward the room that you shared with Robin. When you walked in, you were thankful to see she hadn’t returned. That panic and hurt that you had kept bottled down over the week quickly came back up. The rush of your breath filled your ears with a tightness growing within your chest.

Slowly you made your way toward your bed, barely pulling back the blankets before you slowly pulled into yourself.

Eddie slowly moved down the hall toward your room and stopped right in front of it, his heart breaking at the sound of your sniffles and whimpers on the other side of the wooden door. When he walked back to his trailer to see you hadn’t returned, his heart cracked slightly, but he knew why. Just when he thought he was making progress in earning your forgiveness, Eddie took a step back.

Slowly he rose his hand up and softly knocked on the door, “Sweetheart…please, I-I’m sorry…”

He stood there for a moment and closed his eyes as he listened to you, knowing he was partially the cause. Eddie had been worried about you the past few days since coming back. He knew that something was bothering you but wasn’t sure how to help you.

Eddie pressed his back against the door and slowly slid down to sit. He sat there for the rest of the night. He couldn’t bring himself to leave knowing that you were in pain and suffering.

So instead, Eddie stayed there to be there for you – in whatever way he could.

well....the fluff lasted one chapter. hehehehe... but in all seriousness, it will return obviously. reader has just been through some stuff and has some PTSD and Nancy's death didn't help with that. the two will be domestic and soft soon enough, no worries. but didn't think it would be 100% realistic if they got back to camp and were all couple and cute like nothing happened. please leave thoughts, comments, and predictions, I love love love reading replies left along with reblogs. I can't express how much I appreciate your support with this story. I didn't think people would enjoy it and thank you for proving me wrong. I hope to continue to create a story that you enjoy.

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sapphicwhimsy · 7 months ago

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i am like a poor victorian child on the streets with a cup asking for crumbs of your au? perhaps? :)

first off, thank you for this ask. it made me laugh. SECONDLY. OH BOY. YOU ARE GETTING MORE THAN CRUMBS

SO. the premise is, after nearly twelve years of the rift being closed, those on empires awake one morning to find their world slowly starting to fall apart. placed blocks don't always place at first, and then at all. they rubberband around when trying to walk. holes appear in the ground, straight to the void below. entire chunks disappear, or reset to their natural state. magic is faulty, not always working, or causing frequent misfires. food no longer grows properly, and the sun and moon move slower through the sky. it's a gradual change, but the magic can be felt in the air, slowly charging as things get stronger. as things get worse.

Shelby, being the resident witch and having fought to become supreme witch not that long before, is the first to figure it out. the rift has reopened, and has begun to destabilize their reality. it quickly becomes a race to save their universe, as it's slowly ripped apart and taken from them. slowly destroyed before their eyes, while they try everything to save it. gem, being the resident universe hopper, is recruited in Shelby's attempts to save their home in their race against time.

on the Hermitcraft side of the rift, nothing really has changed. there's no destabilization. the rift is open, but they cannot enter it, not that any would want to after gem tells them how badly the other side is affected. they pool together to try and save the linked server... while also preparing for the worse, in case it can't be saved. they'll readily accept them as refugees, though everyone hopes it won't come to that.

synopsis out of the way. I do wanna write something for it. it would absolutely be a multi POV story, one that changes every chapter. since it would take place after witchcraft smp, it'll be tons of fun to explore how things have changed in the decade between the finales and when the story takes place.

i do have a lot planned out already cause I've been sitting on this for at least a month now. gempearl is a given, along with nature wives. they're the main four in the story, which is probably not surprising at all lol.

if you want specifics PLEASE feel free to ask because I am BREWING things up. I won't spoil the plot BUT I am so down to talk about where I think everyone will be after the decade.

#whimsy whistles #gempearl #nature wives #pearlgem #ask #anonymous

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tmntaucompetition · 9 months ago

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Okay I think I was able to fix everything!

Below the cut are the matchups in text form! Also please let me know if I did mess anything up.

At My Worst + The Lonely Buzz in Blue VS Mama's Boys -> Gemini Twins

Feral Leo VS Little Scraps of Wisdom

Ghost in the Shell VS SnapDonnie + The Likeness of Mirrored Souls

I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? + Wouldn't it be Easier? VS Little Subjects

Finding Home + Death Wish VS TMNT: Shen and the League of Lesbians + No Crime, Only Brooches -> Rattrap

Snapdragon + Is This Right? VS Battle Scars

Open Your Shell to Find Your Wings VS TMNT: Omniverse

100 FT and a World Away + Forgive Me VS Happily Ever After

Honor Bound VS Even More of a Disaster -> Bad End Ninja Turtles

The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin VS Life Goes On

Age Gao VS Hello, Clairvoyant? + Rabbit's Broach

Villain Leo AU VS Kid Leo AU

Twinpathy VS Replica -> TMT Croc Pot

True Colors VS Kendratello Childhood AU + August AU

Crusade of a Lonely Turtle VS Minor Interference

The Employees + Turtles All the Way Down VS Empyrean Weeping

Sep!Leo AU VS Two Arms Left -> REBOOT: A Second Chance

Portal Baby VS Sidelined + FIrefight

Reptile Rampage VS Wanderer -> Dimension Hopper Leo

The Neon Void VS Live Life + No Fun in Fungus

Snapper Lou VS Universes + The Unicorn Paradox -> Swanatello

Please Don't Leave Me + Lone Hunter & Turtle VS Tabletop Turtles

Remember Forever VS Aberration

Twin-Sync (More Than You Think) VS Mitosis + Minecraft Isekai -> Spider-Lily

Hues of Mystic Neon VS Until I Found You

Teenage Mutant Meddling Turtles VS Sorry I'm Late

Ktech + The Mutation Situation VS Blood is Thicker Than Ooze

Grown Apart VS UPRISING: A Dystopia AU -> The Little Prince

Surp-Rise! VS TMNT 04

Red Rover VS Teenage Mutant Warrior Cats

Tiz Separated AU VS Rise of the Parallel

psst! The arrows in some of them indicate a somewhat bonus round, so those will all happen before the official round two. think of them as round 1.5 :D

#tmnt au competition #tmnt au bracket #tmnt au main bracket #mod shadow says

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strangerthingsreversebigbang · 7 months ago

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In case you missed them, here are the next ten works posted from the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang!

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A Chance to Fly by @karadanverss | Art by @madwomanwithawarehouse

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters(s):

Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Martin Brenner, Bob Newby (Stranger Things), Lonnie Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper

Relationship(s): Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Jonathan Byers has never been like his peers. In addition to being socially awkward, and odd, he was born green. If that wasn't enough, he had power like no one in the town of Ozkins has ever seen before. When he goes off to school to keep an eye on his brother and sister he makes some unlikely friends, and despite what he's expecting, he starts to see a real future for himself in Ozkins. Unfortunately, nothing is quite what it seems and it isn't long before Jonathan isn't quite sure what he's gotten himself into. -- Wicked AU.

Simple As That by @fuctacles | Art by DragonChris

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Eleven | Jane Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Erica Sinclair

Relationship(s):

Relationship(s): Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair & Lucas Sinclair

Summary: Sometimes, home is a girl, her boyfriend, and the freeloader on their couch.

Erica, the bestest sister ever, visits her brother for the weekend and makes Lucas question what exactly is happening between him, Max, and El.

Unseen Connections by @klausinamarink | Art by @yellowsweater-bluevest

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Character(s): Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, The Party (Stranger Things), Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers

Pairing(s): Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Eleven

Summary: It's a miracle that Will Byers was found alive after a week of being missing. But Will doesn't feel like a miracle. Some days when it gets too much, he retreats into the void where he speaks to a girl with superpowers.

Only You (Until It Is Done) by @rajumat | Art by @alduade-art

Rating: Mature

Warnings(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence

Character(s): Steve Harrington, D'artagnan "Dart" (Stranger Things), Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington & Dart the Demodog

Summary:

Trapped in the Upside Down after the night in the tunnels went horribly wrong, Steve is doing his best to pick himself up and keep going. Sure, his only company is Dustin’s ill-advised “pet demodog” Dart. And sure, they’re being hunted by the largest demogorgon that Steve has ever seen.

But it could be worse!

It’s not like the Russians are running their own experiments in the Upside Down or anything.

Fic 008 in 2024’s Reverse Big Bang!

Still The One by @faithfulcat111 | Art by @karadanverss

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Relationship(s): Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington

Summary: Sometimes things fall apart. But sometimes they can come together again.

In the Library There Lived a Hobbit by @formosusiniquis | Art by @thefreakandthehair

Rating: Teens and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington; Eddie Munson; Robin Buckley; The Party; Wayne Munson; Original Child Character

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington has always been a romantic. He spends his time in his head imagining possible futures with strangers, but one in particular has really caught his attention: the mysterious son of Wayne who comes to Baby and Me every week with his granddaughter Lucy. When opportunity knocks, Steve is quick to suggest that this mysterious dad starts volunteering at the library. Enter Eddie Munson, a high school crush, and now Steve has to deal with the fantasy single dad he'd been imagining being real, in the library, and reading fantasy books to kids twice a week.

I'm just gonna swim (until you love me) by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Art by @hereforanepilogue

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Character(s): steve harrington, eddie munson

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper (mentioned)

Summary: He came here to distract himself from his thoughts about Hawkins and all the things he left behind. Most of them horrible; most of them things he hopes he’ll never have to experience ever again. The horrors that still haunt his nightmares. The hatred and the bigotry of the fine townspeople. But also … But also. Also the only people he’s ever called friends. The ones who stuck with him and defended him, even when everyone else called him a freak and a murderer. Who not only dragged him out of literal hell, but stuck around after. When the mobs and the torches and pitchforks were gone, and the wounds were scarred over, and his name had been cleared, but the rumors and the looks and the goddamn whispers remained. He’s been trying to forget about the past for two years. And now it’s standing in front of him in skinny jeans and a striped polo, pretty and perfect and kissable as ever, measuring him with an expectant look. — Or: The one in which Eddie goes to the aquarium and finds his past (and maybe his future) in the shark tank.

Let's Leave Nothing Unsaid by @salamandergoo | Art by @alduade-art

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence

Character(s): Robin Arellano, Finney Blake, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Gwen Blake, Dustin Henderson, Jeff, Gareth, Eddie Munson

Relationship(s): Robin Arellano & Finney Blake, Robin Arellano & Steve Harrington, Robin Arellano & Eddie Munson, Robin Arellano & Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

Summary: Robin Arellano thought that if they could just get out of the basement of their kidnapper, he and Finney would be okay. They’d return to their normal lives. But normal was different, and years later he finds himself in Hawkins, Indiana on a desperate search to find his best friend. And then two days later, he’s searching again. Why can they not catch a break?

Worth the World by @lemonlimelights | Art by @anaccidentwaitingtohappen

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington & Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, (Minor) Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve and Mike give each other pep-talks in their own unique ways, and it works! The almost end of the world is rough but they can figure it out together.

Don't Stop Burning by @whataboutthefish | Art by @yellowsweater-bluevest

Rating: Teens and Up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jim Hopper, Eleven, The Party

Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

Summary: Escaping from Hawkin’s Laboratory had been hard, prying Papa’s phantom claws out of his mind took every strength he had. Seven thought that would be the hard part, but when he finally got free, running through unknown land with no direction to go he realized it had only been the beginning of this nightmare he was running from.

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