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inklessletter · 10 months

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Congratulations, first of all, for reaching the milestone 💐💐💐 you deserve every single follower, and then some. Your art is always so pretty and I love how you bring us along during your process.

Secondly, would you like to make art based on this fic of mine? I'm thinking right at the beginning, when Eddie falls to his knees on stage and he and Steve have their "moment".

Thank you for hosting this fanart party ❤️

Steve tilts his head, and Eddie prepares for a kiss. He gets no lips, only tongue; Steve licks his mouth, from one corner to the other.

🎸🎸🎸

@2btheanswertothequestion

This one was SO MUCH FUN TO DO. I had trouble finding good references for the ambiance, but I love the result. Please, go read the fic, it's so good.

I know that I don't know many of the users that sent me requests a few weeks ago, but I've got a tiny story to tell about this one (I'm getting to know you little by little and I'm falling for every single one of you, you talented fuckers). They are the reason I am in Tumblr. It happens that I created an account many months ago, and didn't know how to use this, I just clicked "follow" to the tags and the blogs ST/Steddie related that posted fics and arts, and on my way to work, in the bus, I read the first chapter of a fanfic that made lose my stop (literally, I got late to the office that day).

Sad thing is the next time I opened the app, the fic was gone. I just remembered a few things and god knows that the search bar in this site works... well, works. Sometimes. I couldn't find it. I made it my personal goal to actually find this fic again, and this user, whose name I didn't catch because, again, I didn't know how to use Tumblr. This user pulled a full Cinderella on me, reading with intent every fic until the shoe fit. And I found it by mere coincidence, because they posted the third part, and I was like "WAIT IS THIS IT?". And it was it.

In the meanwhile, I actually completed my account, like you know, trying not to make it look like a bot (that I learned that it was a bad thing that could get me blocked), I put a profile picture, I made it decent, I learned how to use Tumblr (a bit). So, you see. This user, my beloved @2btheanswertothequestion is the one to blame that I actually stuck in this place. If you're wondering which one was the fic that got me so hooked up it was November Paramedic. (Here the AO3 link). Go read it, you're gonna love it.

(I'm kinda mad that they didn't asked me to draw the actual picture of the calendar, though. I have some ideas, I might draw it the future, because when I say that I hold this fic very close to my heart, I mean it.)

I really, really hope you like it, I worked hard on it and I did this with every bit of love stored in my heart ❤️❤️❤️

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shares-a-vest · 11 months

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I'd like a few sentences of Steve being a kitten rescuer for WIP weekend, please.

Hi!!! A snippet from 'The One Where Steve Rescues a Litter of Kittens'.

Decided to go back to the start of this fic and write some of that because I've got every but atm 💖💖💖

“Argh!” Steve yelps, his voice coming from outside, “He is climbing into my shirt.” “Swaddle him, Steve!” Keith commands, equally panicked, “Swaddle!” “Swaddle? Wha – ” Eddie steps out of the back door that leads into the alleyway that connects the strip of stores Family Video sits on. He stops in his tracks at the sight, and because a grey cat – fully grown, which Steve failed to mention – begins circling his feet. He looks up to find Keith shuffling on his knees towards Steve, each of them holding tiny, squirming furballs that look like the one sniffing at his dusty work boots. Steve frowns and bends his arms inwards as Keith reaches him, the pair working as best they can to unhook the kitten dangling halfway into the neck opening of his pale blue polo. Keith grumbles and removes his work vest, juggling around the kitten in his arms as he goes. He folds the fabric over and envelopes Steve’s pesky kitten, wrapping it up like a baby and promptly pushes the buddle back into Steve’s arms.

I don't mind doing the WIP Wednesday/Weekend any day if it means actually working on my longer stuff so send me an ask if you want :)

#writing wip #typical of me to have this fic basically done except for the initial set-up 😂#plus MAYBE some crucial connective tissue that i am dreading writing #lily answers #2btheanswertothequestion

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riality-check · 10 months

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Weekend is almost over but I'm still going to ask for another snippet from it's always tease, tease, tease (please)

Absolutely!! NSFW under the cut (I’m on mobile and hoping the cut actually works lmao)

Eddie gets like this sometimes, needs to be taken out of his head, needs to stop thinking, needs someone else to help him when he’s awfully overwhelmed or devastatingly bored.

He calls it a hard reset. Steve calls it fucking him until he can’t think straight.

Hey! Make me write more!

#asked and answered #2btheanswertothequestion #wip wednesday #thanks for asking!!

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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(almost forgot to do this orz) please, write three sentences on steve "the stache" harrington.

triciaaa!!! yay thank you for sending this in!! i'm glad you picked this one haha i'm on a roll with it today!

i wrote a little more than 3 sentences, so here is the lil chunk i just added thanks to this ask:

“I hope you have another ride lined up!” Steve calls over his shoulder, biting back the amused smirk that threatens to grace his lips as Robin squawks behind him. He’s not actually going to leave her stranded at the airport, but he has no qualms about making her sweat a little bit. That’ll show her how much he appreciates her obvious distaste for his new look. The one he likes, thanks very much. “No, no, no, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Steve, wait!” Robin cries, and the slap of her shoes on the floor echoes out as she chases after him.

wip game

#asks #2btheanswertothequestion #steve 'the stache' harrington #mack writes

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jeysuso · 2 years

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I came across that artwork with the blatant "do not repost" in the middle (and it was blatant) and was reminded of your little rant from the other day. The repost had a lot of notes. I don't know who I respect less: the reposter or all the people liking and reblogging. Fuck the original artist, right? As long as I get to have the art on my blog it doesn't matter that the person behind it won't get the recognition they deserve 🙄. It's infuriating that people do this.

yeah, it's just so sad to me. it had it smack bang in the middle as i said, and was really obvious, and yet. sigh.

i've had so many conversations (in this fandom and in previous ones) with creators who just feel so deflated when their work gets stolen like that, because the people doing it don't see the big deal, they don't think about the effort that's gone into what they're taking as their own.

like, the artists that have spent endless hours working on one specific part of the work, days on the whole piece itself. gifmakers who have countless drafts of the exact same gif in a folder because they had to remake the same one a hundred times to play around with various colours/ideas and decide which one they liked most. photo editors who spend so long adding colours to black and white photos or creating icons or headers or anything, only for someone to come along and just save it to their phones/computers without sparing a thought, and then repost it elsewhere.

for no reason should anyone be saving someone else's work to their phones or computers or whatever. for any reason at all. i don't care if it's for their personal use, i don't care if it's an innocent thing, reblog it, or like it, or leave it alone. it's just so, so annoying. because these people doing this will be the same ones who complain their fandoms are dying when there's no more fan-work being created. it's endless.

#2btheanswertothequestion #💜#cw: long post #sorry the rant angel you probably didn't come here for me to rant 😭😭#it's just something i feel so sad about #i have so many talented mutuals on this site and it bugs me to see people take them for granted

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lokorum · 5 months

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so....................i've read unraveled the other day.................... and then ive re-read it.........and now im in the middle of re-reading it again????

honestly cant promise that im not gonna keep coming back to it until someone would steal my phone and then i'll just log in from the pc lets be real here (¬‿¬ ) but!!! what i wanted to say is that its just such a good fic?? so well written? it has all the right words in just the right order and i can and will argue till late night that it healed part of myself that i had no idea existed. these descriptions of hugs??? gonna stay with me untill the very end (*_ _)人

and drawing something is the least i can do to show just how much your work means, @2btheanswertothequestion (/▿＼ )

"unraveled" became my spiderverse canon since the moment ive finished chapter one and it will stay this way!!! thank you so so much for all the long hours and all the hard work you clearly had put into it!! you're amazing!! ♡

#hobie brown #punkflower #miles x hobie #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #spiderverse fanart #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv fanart #atsv #gosh i wish i knew english better just to get a liiiiittle bit closer to a proper description of how cool this fic is #and how happy and cozy it made me feel #im not leaving comments on ao3 bc well i cant write shit #but i hope its okay and not creepy that i made fanart???#i could keep nervouslybuzzing here #or i could go #FINISH READING IT FOR THE THIRD TIME LFDKJGLKDFJG

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irenereru · 2 months

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Commission for @2btheanswertothequestion :D

I have not watched Arcane nor played LoL, so I don't know but about them... It was still fun to go back to drawing chibis!

#my art #arcane #jinx #ekko arcane #timebomb

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pemsha · 1 year

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sooo i did that little thing based on @2btheanswertothequestion 's steddie+paramedic steve au (check it out, its my favourite thing right now!!)

#ngl i don't rlly like it but its okay #i LOVE your fic tho #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #paramedic!steve

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eriquin · 11 months

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The Prophetic D&D Game

I'm going to try something new and post bits on tumblr instead of straight to ao3. We'll see how far I get. Tagging @2btheanswertothequestion because she was interested.

Now with Part 2

“All right, Hellfire club, listen up. I’ve got a new campaign for you,” Eddie said as he swept into the room. He’d arrived late and looked harried.

“Yeah, duh,” Gareth said. “We spent all of last week making characters for your Cult of Vecna run.”

“No, not that.” Eddie shoved at the character sheets in front of them all. “Put those away, this is something different.”

“What the hell?” Jeff asked. “If we’re not playing Cult of Vecna then why did you give Grant so much shit on Monday about missing it?”

“Bup-bup-bup!” Eddie said, putting one hand in front of Jeff’s face as the other dropped a lumpy canvas bag onto the table. “I didn’t know on Monday what I know now. He’s still a dipshit for missing Hellfire but that just means he doesn’t get to participate in my newest bout of brilliance.”

The three youngest Hellfire members glanced at each other nervously. “Uh, what’s going on?” Dustin asked cautiously. “What are we playing instead?”

Eddie straightened up and drew a folder from his bag. “Gentlemen! I have been struck by inspiration. This new run came to me in a dream, and I spent the past two days developing it—”

“This is why you skipped?” Gareth crossed his arms. “Dude, you’re going to fail again!”

Eddie gasped with dramatic offense and clasped his hand to his heart. “Just for that, Gareth, you pick your character last!”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Oh, you made the characters, too? Christ, you’re such a dictator.”

“No more backtalk from you,” Eddie said. He flailed in Gareth’s direction with the folder but didn’t hit him. He sighed and grabbed the edge of his throne to pull it closer to the table. “And I didn’t make all the details of the characters. I just started them out. You can pick what they look like and all that jazz.” He opened the folder and took out a stack of papers to pass around.

Mike, sitting just to his left, took the stack from him. “Joe the human fighter? With a spiked club for a weapon? Huh. His charisma’s awful high, isn’t it?”

“Just share them with the group, Wheeler,” Eddie said. “I’m going to make you all roll to see who picks first, except for Gare-bear here because he’s judgemental.”

Mike put the stack in the middle of the table and they each picked up a character to read over. The group was quiet for a minute as they read through the pages. Lucas spoke up first. “So what kind of story is it?” he asked.

“I’m glad you asked, Sinclair,” Eddie said. He stood up and started to circle the table. “A terrible tragedy has rocked your little castle town. There’s been a grisly murder, and there’s something almost ritualistic about it. The guards have someone they suspect, but this group of intrepid adventures has information about what really happened. They know that the guards won’t believe them, and they have to act fast if they want to prevent more deaths.”

“So, it’s a murder mystery?” Dustin asked. “That sounds awesome.”

Eddie grinned down at him as he stretched his arms out over the backs of Lucas and Jeff’s chairs. “It is, and it isn’t. There’s definitely something sinister and supernatural afoot.”

“Wait. Half of these characters are chicks,” Mike said with a sneer.

“As is half of the population, Wheeler,” Eddie said. He looked completely unimpressed with Mike’s attitude. “What’s your point?”

“There’s only three guys to pick from, and there’s five of us. Do you really expect us to play as girls?”

Eddie gave him another deadpan look before turning to Gareth. “Gare-bear, you’re no longer picking last. Wheeler is.”

“Hey!” Mike yelled.

“Ha!” Gareth pointed at him and grinned. “I will admit that this sounds intriguing. You haven’t answered the question about how long we’ll be playing this, though.”

Eddie scratched his head as he walked back to his throne. “I think it’s probably only a session or two? Depends on what you guys do with it.” He steepled his fingers and peered at his players. “So, are you all in?”

There were some shrugs and a round of silent communication around the table. “I still want to play Cult of Vecna,” Jeff said, “but I didn’t really want to start it without Grant. So yeah, I’m in.”

“I love murder mysteries, so I’m definitely in,” Dustin said.

Lucas nodded enthusiastically while Mike let out a very put-upon sigh and threw up his hands as he conceded that it sounded okay. True to form, Eddie made each of them roll to see who went first for picking a character. He snatched up Mike’s die before it landed and tutted at him. “I wasn’t kidding about you picking last, Wheeler.”

“Aww, come on,” Mike said. “I don’t want to play a girl.”

Lucas had rolled the highest number. He shook his head at Mike. “To be honest, I don’t want to see Mike play a girl either,” he said. “It would probably be offensive.”

“Point made, Sinclair,” Eddie said. “Who are you picking?”

Lucas grinned and reached across the table for one of the character sheets. “Sadie the thief,” he said.

“Really? Not going to be a fighter this time?” Dustin asked.

“Nah, Sadie looked cool. Kind of reminds me of someone, you know?” He picked up the character sheet and set it in front of him.

“Dusty-buns!” Eddie said cheerfully.

“One time,” Dustin muttered. “You heard my mom call me that one time...”

“You’re up next. Who are you picking?”

“I’m gonna go for the thief,” Dustin said. “Gaten the halfling. He sounds cool.”

“I thought you’d like him,” Eddie said. He stood up and leaned over the table to watch as Jeff flipped through the four remaining characters. “What are you thinking, Jeffster?”

Jeff hummed to himself. “It’s an investigation, right? I think I’ll go with Caleb. It says he’s a junior member of the town guard... Could be useful.”

“Excellent choice, Jeffinald. How about you, Gare-bear? We are down to three options.”

Gareth stood up so he could take a better look at the three remaining character sheets. “Did you write one up for Grant, too? Even though he wouldn’t be here?”

“No, these are just the ones I needed for the story,” Eddie said. “I actually have a seventh PC that will be introduced later in the story, if you all make it that far. If Grant wants, he can join us.”

“Fascinating,” Gareth said. “What do you think, all? Should I pick the fighter and make Mike speak in a falsetto for the rest of the campaign?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “He’s going to be insufferable if you do.”

“Hey, I’m right here!” Mike said.

“Yeah, and he’s already insufferable,” Lucas added.

“You guys are just—”

“Well just for that!” Gareth said loudly, slapping his hand down on the table. The freshmen jumped in place. He grinned at their reaction. “I, frankly, have no problem playing a lady. I will be Maya, the lovely magic user. Both her and Natalia seem more interesting than the fighter.” He slid the last two character sheets across the table to Mike.

Everyone turned to watch him evaluate the options. “Wait, Natalia’s an elven cleric? I thought elves couldn’t be clerics.”

“DM’s discretion,” Eddie said. “A lot of those class and ability restrictions are a load of crap. Do we really think elves aren’t in tune with the gods? That’s just dumb.”

“Yeah, you know we have some house rules,” Jeff said.

Mike as he read the sheets some more. “Wait, these two used to be married?”

“Engaged,” Eddie said. “Separated because Natalia was too devoted to her career. But maybe there’s something to be rekindled there?”

Mike let out a noise of disgust. “Ugh, I don’t want to play any romance in D&D. Come on.” He sighed and picked up both character sheets. “What happens to the one I don’t pick? Do they still appear in the story?”

“Yeah, they’ll be an NPC. I’ll voice them and everything.” Eddie smirked. “So make good choices, because you’ll be dealing with the repercussions either way.”

Back and forth, Mike’s eyes darted between the two characters. “I can’t decide!” he whined. “They’re both good fighters. Natalia is smarter and has spells, but Joe is stronger and has cooler gear.”

“Jesus, just pick so we can get playing,” Dustin muttered. He was already filling in description details for his character.

Jeff rapped his knuckles on the table to get Mike’s attention. “If you really can’t pick, just flip a coin.”

“Okay, fine!” Mike said, throwing his hands in the air. He picked up his twenty-sided die and tapped the character sheet for Natalia. “High,” he said. Then he tapped the one for Joe. “Low.” He rolled.

It landed on an eight.

“And through the power of random probability, Mike Wheeler will not be questioning his gender identity tonight,” Eddie said as Mike handed him back Natalia’s character sheet.

“Oh, this means we have no healer,” Gareth said with a frown. “Well, at least Mike’s fighter is a front-liner and will probably die first.”

“And mine,” Jeff said. “I’m a fighter, too.”

“You have higher dex,” Gareth said. “Get a bow, stand behind Joe the brutal over there, and let him take the hits.”

“So are we ready to play?” Dustin asked, sounding impatient.

“Almost, almost,” Eddie said with a broad smile that generally meant he had something planned. “Everyone familiar with their characters? Generally happy with them? Or at least comfortable?” He got a round of nodding heads and noises of agreement. His smile turned a little bit wicked as he said, “Great. Here are the real character sheets, and all their secrets. It’ll be up to you if you want to share them.”

#my writing #the prophetic d&d game #i'm not ready to add this to my write-every-day wips #but we'll see #stranger things

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inklessletter · 5 months

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I don't usually do any fic rec but I think that it is a perfect time for everyone to read @2btheanswertothequestion 's November Paramedic.

It's funny, sexy, relatable, easy to read, pining at its best, friendship at its bestest and as a pretty special bonus, a delicious Max&Steve sibling like relationship.

Gareth I love you.

#steddie #fic rec #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #November Paramedic #2btheanswertothequestion

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thefreakandthehair · 9 months

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help-lex-finish-her-big-bang-early wip game! 💫

hi friends! this is a play on wip weekend/wednesday but specifically for my big bang fic. my goal is to have the full 100% draft completed by september 4th, and I need accountability to make that happen. so rather than asking people to throw something at me when I get distracted by other wips, I'm gonna do this.

each week from now until then, I'm gonna list scenes I'm working on in a poll and will write 100 words for each vote! if a scene or chapter is finished, I'll roll the votes into the next option with the lowest votes and so on.

each monday, I'll post a nice chunky snippet!

tagging in case anyone else wants to hop onboard as we approach the end of the @steddiebang, or if you have a wip you'd just like to focus on:

@riality-check @horsegirleddiemunson @scarcrossdlvrs @steves-strapcollection @stevethehairington @stevecarrington @maxinemaxmayfield @2btheanswertothequestion @henderdads @stevesbipanic @steveshairychest @thelastwalkingsoul @undreaming-fanfiction @strawberryspence @legitcookie @sidekick-hero @gothbat99 @aidaronan @steddiealltheway @sharpbutsoft @hammity-hammer @cassaloopa @inairbinad @starrystevie @starryeyedjanai @wynnyfryd @patchworkgargoyle @matchingbatbites @spinmewriteround @cuoredimuschio + anyone else I might've missed! 💕

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie big bang #rounding third sliding home #myfic #polls #not an arbitrary date i'm getting married the next weekend and want it to be done by then!

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riality-check · 11 months

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Gimme three lines of "it's always tease, tease, tease", please 🖤

Hell yeah! This edges into nsfw territory, so I'm gonna throw it under a cut real quick.

In all honesty, Eddie has it easier than Steve. When Steve subs, it’s always “yes, baby,” “no, baby,” “thank you, baby.” Eddie, meanwhile, has a plethora of options - sweetheart, sunshine, sugar, honey, just to name a few - for giving Steve the proper respect.

#can you tell i love pet names as honorifics?#asked and answered #wip wednesday #2btheanswertothequestion #thanks for asking!!

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mojowitchcraft · 1 year

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Fave WIP Round-Up [Part 2]

Posted a list of my fave WIPs last night and realized I missed some, so here's Part 2 of my fave WIPs! Find the rest of my WIP Recs here

is your light on? by @toburnup Rated E | Chapters: 17/20 | Words: 196k

"Tell me a secret." Steve says and Eddie shakes his head. "Why would I do that?" "I'll tell you one." Eddie looks intrigued, smirks in his direction. "A secret for a secret? Okay." He looks up. "You go first." (Steve always noticed Eddie. He's been there on the peripheral, easy enough to ignore. Until he's standing right in front of him, unavoidable. And then they collide over, and over, and over)

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by kiaramgrey Rated E | Chapters: 8/? | Words: 43k

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks? And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Reboot by @plutosrose [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 10/10 | Words: 38k

In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren't speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update--his character gets together with Eddie's.

Lesson/Plan by @2btheanswertothequestion Rated M | Chapters: 3/5 | Words: 7k

Eddie huffs. "I'm already 20 fucking years old. I don't want to wait any longer. I want to experience all the shit everyone else already has now." "Everyone hasn't-" "Steve, the 15-year-olds currently in this house have seen more action than I have." "All right, okay, I hear you. We'll solve it for you." "How." "Well," Steve's tongue darts out to wet his lips, "if you just want to get it over with, then... I could kiss you?" Eddie's never been kissed, so Steve offers to teach him. And then he teaches him some more, and some more, and some more.

Sleight of Hand by @flieslikeamoron Rated E | Chapters: 17/19 | Words: 125k

Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that. (This is an AU set a couple months after the Snow Ball in season 2.)

PTA Shouldn't Stand for Pretty Tight Ass by @humanityinahandbag & Invader_Sam | Rated M | Chapters: 14/? | Words 51k

Steve Harrington - ex local legend and fearsome bully, now single father of two - returns to Hawkins after the world spit him out. With a messy life to sort through, all he wanted was settle down and get his kids through seventh grade without any surprises. Cue Mr. Eddie Munson, ex victim of one Steve Harrington, now Hawkins Middle School's favorite music teacher. Or: What happens when your former high school bully raises two absolute nerds, joins the PTA, helps run the bake sale, makes the best cupcakes in Indiana, and may or may not be having a bisexual crisis.

Some Cupids Kill With Dice by @hawkinsheroes Rated M | Chapters: 14/? | Words: 109k

Steve Harrington doesn't have time to date. In fact, between working multiple part-time jobs and raising two rambunctious and poorly-behaved preteens, he doesn't have time for much of anything. And it's fine. He's fine. He's having an absolutely awesome time slinging ice cream, sorting DVDs, and dodging questions from his friends and family about his love life. That is, of course, until the twins come to him with a simple request: go to Parents Night and sign them up for Mr. Munson's Dungeons and Dragons club. Or, the one where Steve is a tired and overworked DILF who may or may not be smitten with his kids' seventh grade English teacher. Featuring: busted old Hondas, milkshakes as an intricate mating ritual, twelve year-old wingmen, and the worst flirting you've ever seen in your life.

breathe out (so i can breathe you in) by @bttmbunk Rated E | Chapters: 11/12 | Words: 91k

“You thinking of getting it for yourself?” The man continues, eyebrows raised, and that’s when Steve realises he’s just been staring, practically drooling over this stranger who's decided to strike up a conversation about a guitar. A part of him wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Oh, uh, no, actually.” He says, “It’s for my daughter.” Something indecipherable flickers across the man’s face, there and gone again in an instant, “How sweet.” “I don’t know what I’m looking for,” he admits, a little sheepish, “I’m not a musician, so…” he shrugs, “I have no way of knowing if this is a good guitar or not.” There’s a hint of amusement in the man’s eyes as his mouth tilts into a more crooked grin, “Well, lucky for you, I can help.” In one fluid motion, the man drops himself into a sweeping, dramatic bow. The suddenness of it startles a laugh out of Steve. “Eddie Munson, guitarist, musician extraordinaire - at your service.” His energy is infectious - Steve finds that he’s grinning, “Uh, Steve Harrington. Basketball coach, dad,” He tries to think of another good descriptor, but comes up short, “Totally at a loss, here.”

Trouble Looks Good On You by @steddielations Rated E | Chapters: 3/5 | Words: 35k

It happens like a fever dream. The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that. But then, it happens again. Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

for this gift, I do feel blessed @wheatisstillwheat [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 19/19 | Words: 96k

Steve was supposed to be in Berlin with his best friend Robin, not wandering around looking for a coffee shop, not speaking a lick of German. Steve definitely wasn't supposed to take the only open seat next to a beautiful, mysterious (sexy), and slightly pissed stranger at said coffee shop who cannot believe Steve wasn't angling for an autograph from him, which Steve definitely isn't, because Steve has no idea who he is...yet. (OR Rock Star AU - in which Eddie Munson is a famous grunge/alt/metal band frontman and Steve is as clueless as we'd all expect. hi-jinx and love ensue.)

Edited May 7 to update chapter & word counts Edited May 26 to note completed fics Edited Aug 3 to update chapter & word counts

#WIP RECS #STEDDIE FIC RECS #STEDDIE FIC REC #STEDDIE WIP #STRANGER THINGS #STRANGER THINGS FIC REC #STEVE HARRINGTON #EDDIE MUNSON #STEDDIE #PUBLICLY OUTING MYSELF AS A SIMP FOR ALL THESE WRITERS #mojowitchcraft wip recs

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Many for you 🎁 🏷 🌻 🎬 🤖 🎨

ahh triciaaa, ty for sending these in!! so many!! i love it!! ty!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

ooh yes!! this is from the latest wip i've started!! if anyone (minus the people that already Know) can guess what this is inspired by i will give you a gold star lol

Steve rolls his eyes and shakes his head, smile still tugging at his lips. He rolls his shoulders back and casts a glance around the room. “Anyone else?” He asks. “Is that it? No one else wants to try to steal my crown?” “I’ll take a whack at it.” The group parts, and there stands Eddie Munson, in his leather jacket and obnoxious sunglasses. That bandana of his that’s always trailing out of his back pocket is tied around his head, pulling back some of his hair. Steve can see the sharp line of his jaw now, the full of his cheeks. He looks pretty. He looks good. “Munson,” Steve greets, as Eddie saunters over to the table, swinging a sock full of change. The coins clink noisily against each other.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

hm, not really? like, i do pretty much all of my reading on ao3 (with the exception, of course, of the ficlets and such i see on here from people i follow!) and when i'm first starting out in a new fandom/pairing tag then i tend to keep things pretty broad upon my first browse through. especially if there's not a lot of fics written yet bc being picky/specific yields less results. if the fandom is big and there's a wide selection to browse from then yeah i can be a little more selective which is great!!

but basically, i kind of just search for fics depending on the mood i'm in. so i'll adjust my parameters to fit that. so if i'm looking for a specific trope or dynamic i'll add those tags and search there. but if i'm not then i'll keep it pretty broad.

i do always filter for complete though. i am not a wip reader and there are only a veeeerrrry select few exceptions to that rule i make.

(occasionally when i'm really bored i'll go through the steddie tag on here and check out some of the ficlets there that i don't see on my dash already, but that's not as often)

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

not like suuuuper often or anything but like it does happen often. and like, i know some people get weird about reading their own works, but nah, not me lol. i'm not embarrassed by that. i'm my own biggest fan and i'll fully embrace that lmaoo. in the case of most of my fics, i wrote them for me first and foremost, like they're concepts and situations and scenarios that i wanted to see done, they're things that i like to read about, and yeah, i think i did a pretty good job bringing those concepts and situations and scenarios to life, so yeah, of course i'm going to read them lol.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

omg that is SUCH a hard question dskjfs i could answer with so many of my fics lmaoo.

is it cheating if i give two answers? sdkfjsld. bc i really can't chose and i've already narrowed it down from more than two 😂 yeah, i'm giving two answers:

i would say either i want to hold you hand or if you have a minute. i feel like both of those would translate very well to the big screen lol.

i want to hold your hand because i think the story for that one is very like cinematic? in the sense that there are so many scenes in it and they flow from one to the next in a way that would be easy to recreate on film, and also like i can just picture certain scenes (the hand holding scenes specifically!) and the music that would help build the tension of them and the lighting (the glow of the movie screen illuminating them, in the dark but still lit up) and just yeahhhh. that one would be lovely to see as a movie.

and then if you have a minute because oh mannn i had THEE most vivid image of that one in my head while writing it, and like the same kind of deal - i think it would be sooo cool to see the music included (the trailer would ABSOLUTELY have somewhere only we know playing over it) and the cinematography of it all, like just picture all the forest shots and the RAIN and that cute lil diner on the side of the road, oh god it would be sooo good to see on film.

i feel like the fancast part of this question is a little silly because in an ideal world it would literally be the same actors and actresses that play these characters in the og source material lmao, so joe and joe where y'all at i've got your next movie deal!!

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

i've only told one like non-fandom friend that i write fic - my best friend back in high school.

but, my sister also does know that i write (she does too lol) and i know she's read some of my stuff and we've shared ideas with one another before too so yeah.

i'm pretttttty sure my parents probably know too? but like. it's one of those don't ask don't tell kind of things lmfaooo. like, when i was waaaay younger they caught me writing fic in the middle of the night when i should have been asleep and, well, let's just say that was a VERY awkward conversation the next day. so like, they know that i write gay fanfiction bc of that lmfao, but they don't really bring it up and neither do i. that being said, even if they know i write it they don't know what fandom/pairings i'm writing for lmao so that's a plus i suppose.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

omg honestly literally ANYTHING. like, i will be forever grateful and indebted to and in love with ANYONE who is inspired enough by my writing to want to create art for it. like that's just INCREDIBLE and AMAZING to me and anyone who does that will automatically earn my undying love and support (assuming they did not already have it before lmao).

buuuuut if i had to pick specifics ooooh, man i think any scene from my fic under my umbrella would be fantastic, it's one of my favorite fics i've written and i just love the vibes of that fic and rain my beloved and i will never say no to seeing sopping wet drowned cat eddie munson immortalized in art lmaoo.

or also the screaming rock scene/steve and eddie holding hands running through the forest when it starts to pour or the diner pancakes scene from if you have a minute would be incredible too.

or or or - sdlfdsk lmao i could list off so many scenes i would love to see art of i'm not going to lie. but yeah for real, literally seeing any of them drawn out would just be so mind blowing and so incredible so yeah i'm not picky 😂

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The Drive-In Part 9

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Eddie raises one hand to his contorted, confused face, the other pointing at Steve, "No, you're gonna have to backtrack on this plot, dude, because it sounds, to me, like that time-travelling little pervert is trying to bang his mom."

Steve lurches forward into Eddie's space and slurs out, "That's exactly what I said!! Thank you" Eddie receives a hard pat on his shoulder.

It had been some time and a substantial tower of beer cans since Eddie had almost spontaneously combusted in the kitchen. The only thing that seemed to make sense was, when he touched Steve's arms, the firmness of which Eddie again was trying to push out of his mind, it had set off a signal to Steve that they were in sports team mode. Because since then, Eddie had been winked at, shoved, patted, slapped on the back, an arm flung around him to squeeze his shoulders, and had a hand engulf his knee.

Eddie could say something, he probably should, but he was in such a state of shock about it he hadn't. He could move to the other sofa, but maybe this is how Steve hung out with that Robin guy. From what Eddie could tell, Steve was a little sensitive about getting things wrong, and honestly, he looked happy, and Eddie didn't want to be the guy to tear him down.

They weren't even watching the movie playing. Superman 2. That was probably Eddie's fault. He was getting fidgety, and the film was not engaging him in any way. He was wrestling with his brain. He couldn't stop thinking about that wink in the kitchen, so he tried to calm himself down, playing with his rings. Steve must have noticed because he started this conversation about this weird movie he'd seen a month or two ago.

Eddie pauses for a minute, "No, wait…from what you've said here, the Mom is way worse."

Steve narrows his eyes at Eddie, "What d'you mean?"

Eddie settles into full animated, conspiracy-explaining mode, "It sounds to me like the Mom would have banged her son, but you know, she didn't know it was her son, right? So not her fault, but then when she does have a kid…she names him after this mysterious guy she had a crush on in the 50s?"

Steve is out of his seat, hand and beer can to his head, as he paces around, eyes wide as Eddie had just revealed another mystery of the universe to him. "Oh my God, dude! You're right! I hadn't even thought of that!"

With Steve now standing, Eddie grabs onto that opportunity thread and stands up too, but at the other end of the sofa, to avoid another hard slap of congratulations. He was still partially covered in rapidly developing bruises, though the alcohol was easing the pain somewhat.

Steve takes a swig of beer from his can, shakes it between his two fingers, and realizes it must be empty. Then his eyes catch Eddie's again. He tilts his head and smiles at Eddie.

Eddie can feel his defences crumbling.

"Damn, you're smart, Munson," Steve says before crushing the beer can against his head.

Eddie is clinging to the arm of the sofa like it's his last tether to this plane of existence. His body and brain control centres were currently in full submarine emergency mode: all red lights and whooping sirens.

The only function he can muster right now is to blink.

Fucking hell, he'd hit Eddie's kryptonite. Steve had called him smart. Twice!!

While Eddie was more than aware that Steve was no rocket scientist, he was still someone he'd never expected to receive this kind of compliment from. He'd never expected to be hanging out with him, especially not to be enjoying it.

Eddie needed to get out of this room for something green of his own.

Earth to Eddie!! Say something!!!

Eddie points at the crushed can in Steve's hand, "Well, that right there might be part of your problem, my man."

My man? My man???!! Eddie inwardly cringes hard. Why did he phrase it that way? Jesus!!

Steve looks confused, "Beer?"

"Well, Steve, that wasn't exactly what I meant. It was more the crushing it against your head. It was a dumb joke, sorry. Not looking so smart now, am I?" Eddie awkwardly laughs and gives him a big grin and shrug combo.

As he looks back up at Steve, he can see his eyes are wide. He slaps the sofa arm and is laughing, like, with audible Ho noises, a look of surprise on his face.

Eddie is perplexed, "It honestly wasn't that funny!" but Eddie laughs a little anyway because he's never seen Steve laugh like this. In complete free abandon, it's almost childlike, free from inhibition.

Steve catches his breath and points a wagging finger at Eddie, "You," he shakes his head and looks up at Eddie, "You called me Steve."

Eddie is still confused and furrows his brow, "Well, that is your name, buddy."

Steve is waving his hands in front of him and makes a buzzer sound, "Wrong! You call me Harrington, or King Steve, or tomorrow-Steve, or something else. Not just Steve" Steve puts his hands on his hips and spins the remote around in his hand before turning off the TV, "You…like me," Steve finalizes by turning off the TV.

Eddie wants to bolt for the door, but unfortunately for him, that door is behind Steve.

Quick, Eddie, think!!

"Yeah, well, you like me too. You've hugged me like a bajillion times!" Eddie scoffs and folds his arms.

Steve's eyes glance up softly into Eddie's, "First of all, I've hugged…well more like put my arm around you…like three times, if that, and," a smile plays melodically across Steve's face, "I do like you…Eddie."

Oh, God, no! No, no, no. No, this is not happening.

Eddie thinks for a moment he might have passed out and that this was some kind of nightmare. Eddie pinches himself discretely. Hard. It hurts. This is real.

Say something!!! Jesus Christ!!!

All the posts in Eddie's brain centre were abandoned. All he had available was the autopilot emergency system.

You need to get the reigns on this situation, Edward!!

He didn't mean it that way, and even if he did. Eddie liked girls, right? Right! And so did Steve! This was just because someone popular from high school had taken a shine to him, and he was just flattered. That was all. But for good measure, the sooner Steve went to sleep and wasn't touching him or complimenting him, the better. Or, at the very least, the weed would quiet Eddie's brain.

Eddie manages to huff out a laugh, "Well, who could blame you, man? I'm a very likeable guy." he reaches down to grab his lunch box and holds it up. "And if you would kindly lead the way, Steve, I'm about to get at least ten times more likeable."

"I dunno, man, I probably shouldn't" Steve glances at the tower of beer cans.

"Hey man, no problem here. More for me, right?" Eddie is desperately trying to get out of this increasingly warm room and into the fresh air, "It is kinda my original plan for this evening, though. You know, before all the running and fighting. Or…um…if you're worried about the neighbours or something, I can go home. It's totally cool," Eddie smiles, trying to give Steve options without making him feel pressured into anything. Eddie was not like that.

"No, I don't want you to go." Steve says suddenly, and it takes Eddie off guard, "I just…you know what…" Steve grabs for another can of beer, stabs a hole in it, and shotguns it.

Wiping his beer-glistening mouth with the back of his hand, Steve says, "Mood killer penalty, right?" and gives Eddie a little half smile, making Eddie feel like Steve is searching for his approval.

"Right." Eddie smiles back, still firmly gripping the sofa arm.

Steve walks out the door and turns back to look at Eddie over his shoulder, "Well, come on then," he says bossily, waving him over.

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