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“Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? But, because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

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written for @jaytriesstrangerthings as part of the @strangerthingswritersguild rarepair fic exchange wc: 2908 | rating: g | relationship(s): robin/chrissy, robin&steve tags: modern au, mechanic chrissy cunningham, first meeting, pre-relationship

Rain falls steadily from the sky and Robin curses every god in every religion she can think of as she gives her key another hard twist. Her car only stutters back at her, familiar rumble of life absent no matter how long she holds the key in place. Perhaps this is karmic retribution for her ignoring that the car had been gradually gotten more and more difficult to get going, for not taking better care of the most expensive thing she’s ever gotten herself. Perhaps it’s just a bout of bad luck.

Whatever it is, Robin finds herself stranded in a rapidly emptying parking lot on a dreadfully rainy day. 

From its place in her cupholder, Robin’s phone lights up, a warning flashing across the screen that she’s only got about 10% battery remaining, the cherry on top of the shit sundae her day is shaping up to be. She reaches for it anyway, thumbing through her passcode and staring at the screen forlornly for several seconds too long before finally opening the browser app to search up a towing company or something. Scrolling through the options, she momentarily considers abandoning her search and calling Steve for help instead but he’s just started a new job, the first without her, and she’s not about to risk his chances because she can’t take care of herself. 

The phone is at a pititful 6% by the time Robin decides to throw all caution to the wind and just picks a local company at random. Her teeth worry at her bottom lip as she listens to the call ringing in her ear. She counts seven rings before a gruff voice answers, “Munson’s Car Repair, how can I help you?”

“Hi! My car won’t start,” Robin explains, already feeling words forming on her tongue faster than her brain can stop them. “I’m pretty sure it’s the universe telling me I don’t take care of her, but I can’t really do that when I’m stuck at work and it’s raining, you know? Is that something you can help with? I don’t usually do this part. My roommate is way better at cars than me, so he usually—“

“Yes, ma’am,” the voice on the other end cuts her off. “If you give me an address, I can send a tow truck out for you.”

“Shit! Right, sorry.” Robin pauses, giving herself a moment to actually breathe. “I work at…”

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do fic readers know that their comments actually influence the course of the story sometimes? i don't mean in a "you need to write it this way because i say so 😡" type of comment, i mean when people are asking questions or really engaging with the plot and the themes in the comments they sometimes bring up things that i didn't even think of, or dig into parts of the story that i've overlooked, or get really interested/fixated on something i was going to just kind of glance over--and it has me going 'oh wait that's actually really interesting, that's a good point' and fully adding or tweaking or changing things about the story going forward. i'm literally adding an entire additional chapter to something right now because someone's comment had me like "oh i didn't dig into that as much as i could have." you have impact!

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Baptism of Fire

Rated: E

Words: 5,577

Tags: Pirate AU; Pirate Captain Eddie; Jason Carver being an asshole; Explicit sexual content; Blowjobs; Anal sex; Multiple orgasms; Power bottom Steve

Notes: A little while ago, I celebrated 500 user subscriptions on AO3 and did a little raffle for a one-shot request. This is the result, as requested by the lovely @sourw0lfs. She asked for some more pirate fun, featuring either crime or debauchery, and I said "why not both". So here's both! I hope you all enjoy! 🏴‍☠️♥️

This is also, incidentally, my first fill for round two of the @steddiebingo (for the prompt "Power Bottom")

Carver laughs. “You think we came unprepared? Please. My crew is far superior to yours, both in numbers and weapons, and you sailed right into my trap. Now, what do you say? Dead or alive, which one of the two should we make it? My personal preference will probably come unsurprising to you.” 

His sword slides free with a metallic whir. 

“Wait!” 

Carver freezes, then looks around, face full of confused surprise. 

Steve must say the feeling’s mutual, because he doesn’t recall speaking or standing. Still, that was very clearly his own voice just now. And still, here he is, mounting the taffrail of the Hellfire and jumping onto the deck of the other ship. As he walks closer, the confusion in Carver’s eyes morphs into hesitation, and finally recognition. 

“Wait a minute,” he mutters. “You’re the Harrington boy. The Governor’s kid.”

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More Steddie Bingo

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this is the entire kei lumennura arc right?

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Six months. For six months Steve has been listening to this radio show and not ever one time did he expect to hear the host, Eddie Munson, growl out the words “Hawkins, Indiana," but here they are. The name said.

Steve stops the car dead in the middle of the road, can’t hear anything aside from the radio show host listing Hawkins facts in his sonorous voice.

He should have known. Like rationally, he should have considered it a possibility that Hawkins might come up on this late night talk radio show called Hellfire about monsters, cryptids, folklore. 

It’s just. He thought. Hawkins hadn’t exactly made national news, and what had was about a toxic gas leak and a government coverup, not exactly this show’s focus. 

But enough, apparently. Obviously. 

Eddie starts talking about the disappearance of Will Byers, and Steve lays his head on his steering wheel, tries to ignore the way his hands tremble. 

For six months Hellfire brought him comfort and companionship as he roams the dark street of Hawkins on what Robin calls his patrols. It’s not like he can sleep, not anymore, so what better to do than make sure everyone is safe? That there’s no signs of the Upside Down? That the gates are still closed? 

Hellfire has been his companion through it all and now—now—

Eddie’s talking about the Department of Energy, MK Ultra, a fake body in the quarry. 

He could turn it off. Or better yet, go home. But he sits in his car out by Lover’s Lake and he listens to Eddie detail the rumors and speculation. Listens to the callers who share their two cents and conspiracy theories—none close to the truth. 

The thing is. He’s become—fond of Eddie, of Hellfire. He doesn’t care about cryptids, isn’t interested in Big Foot, but he was captivated by Eddie. Not just him, though, it’s the whole thing with his producer, Gareth, and his two other best friends who pop in from time to time. They’re funny, nerdy, love that dork game the kids play. And if the low resonance of Eddie’s voice makes him a little melty? Well, that’s between him and 3am. 

Steve calls in, sometimes. Has called in. Just, you know, once a week or so. It's not like he knows anything about the monsters, but he asks questions, likes to listen to Eddie talk no matter if he understands.

They finish with a caller and Eddie says, "unfortunately, we'll probably never know what happened."

And Gareth cuts in to say, "Hawkins is only an hour a way. You know. If you find that interesting."

"What are you saying, Gar?" Eddie asks. "That we should go?" He laughs.

"Why not? We could do our own investigation. Maybe we'll find something the authorities don't want us to."

"Hmm, what do you think, listeners? Should we don our adventurer caps and head into the unknown?"

He doesn't remember putting the car into drive, but he knows he's speeding toward the little two-pump gas station on the edge of town and the deserted pay phone there.

The line beeps and beeps when he dials. He tries again and again, until finally there's a click, and Eddie's radio voice booming in his ear.

"Thank you for calling Hellfire," he laughs, manic. "You're--

"You can't go to Hawkins," he interrupts.

"Sweetheart," Eddie croons. "Haven't heard from you in a while. How are you?"

"I'm Fine. Stay out of Hawkins."

"You gotta ease into it a little, baby. Little small talk first."

"Eddie..."

"What do you know about Hawkins?"

"N--nothing. I've heard bad things about it. Cops."

"Cops," Eddie snorts. "I'm not afraid of Hawkins PD. Are you calling because you're worried for my well-being, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Steve doesn't hesitate.

"You're my favorite listener, you know that?"

"I'm being serious."

"It's cute."

"It's a really bad idea to go to Hawkins."

"Do you know what's funny? You didn't know what a chupacabra was, but you know about Hawkins."

"I--" he swallows. "Have specific interests."

Eddie laughs. "What do you know about Hawkins?"

"Nothing," too quick.

"Are you lying to me?"

"I can't say."

"You just keep getting more and more mysterious."

"Please, stay away. It's--there are things, people--you don't want their attention. Just, please. Trust me."

"I'll agree on one condition. Tell me how you know this."

"I can't," he whispers. "That's why you need to trust me."

"What's stopping you?"

He flashes back to an interrogation room, Hopper's stern face, the even sterner ones of the government agents, the four-inch high stack of papers to sign, again and again and again.

"NDAs."

Dead silence on the other line until Eddie asks, "wait, PLURAL?" excitement spikes through the speakers.

That's when Steve hears the distant click down the line, knows it isn't him or Eddie, knows--

The line goes dead.

"Fuck."

He goes straight to the cabin. It's late enough in the morning now that he's unsurprised to see the glowing ember of a cigarette near the porch steps.

"What'd you do, kid?" Hopper asks when Steve gets out of his car.

"Called into a radio show about monsters."

The chief sighs, drops his hands to his sides, muttering. The crunch of gravel way up the long drive has them both turning.

"Guess we're in for a long day." Hopper stomps out his cigarette.

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Steve isn't allowed to listen to Hellfire anymore. Is forbidden from calling in. And he gets it, okay, he knows. He said too much on the radio, but he hopes that he didn't get Eddie in trouble, that they don't try to come to Hawkins.

He gets a late start on his patrols one night. Took the kids to the movies, caved within minutes when they begged to go for ice cream after, Robin giving him a fond eye roll when he stops.

It's late, summer sun set for hours already, and he's driving on backroads behind the lab. And it's been--it's been a few weeks, okay, since the last call, long enough that he's stopped thinking Eddie will show, so when he sees the van on the side of the road--when he sees the van he doesn't stop right away.

It's tan and white or maybe grey, old, from the 70's or something; spiky black lettering on the side. It says Hellfire.

Steve slams on the breaks so hard the tires squeal, car skidding. He parks haphazardly on the side of the road, only grabbing a flashlight before hurling himself into the woods.

He figures Eddie and the guys will be easy to find, bumbling through unfamiliar forest, but minutes pass with nothing but his own feet crushing through the underbrush. He's afraid to yell, afraid it will draw the wrong kind of attention, but he does a kind of hoarse whisper, knowing it's not enough.

There's a small rock formation that he skirts past, mind everywhere but on his surroundings. He hears a rustle, he thinks, turns, and in the space of a breath, collides with something distinctly solid, warm, and judging by the pained grunt, human.

"Fuck. Gareth?" A very familiar voice asks.

"Eddie??" He responds. His fingers scrabble for his flashlight, illuminating the leaf strewn forest floor and some nearby tree roots.

A beam of light illuminates his chest and face, forcing his eyes down. "Who are you?"Eddie demands.

Steve finally grabs his flashlight, points it at Eddie's middle. Has a second to take in his long, curly hair, his cut-off t-shirt, pale skin and the swirl of inky black tattoos. "I'm--I--I called into your show. I--I told you not to--"

"Oh," Eddie's breath hitches. "Sweetheart. You said not to come to Hawkins and then you--you--" He blinks, seems to struggle to find words. "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

He smiles. "i--your show, I loved it. I miss listening to you. I miss--" He takes a step, closes the distance. Eddie smiles and it grips something in his stomach, doesn't let go.

Over Eddie's shoulder, there's a flash of movement, catches in Steve's periphery. It's an unfurling, an opening, there's a shine of saliva, teeth.

His heart stops.

"Eddie--"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Run."

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being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

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Why artists and writers reblog their work multiple times:

They posted it late at night and want people to see it in the daytime

They want others to reblog it

They want more attention for it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

They have followers in different timezones and want everyone to get a chance to see it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

IF THEY REBLOG IT MULTIPLE TIMES, THEY’RE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY WANT ATTENTION FOR IT AND THEY’RE LIKELY NOT GETTING ENOUGH, SO THEY KEEP REBLOGGING IT IN THE HOPES THEY’LL GET SOME

BE A COOL BRO AND REBLOG

THEY’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER

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I still have ones from last weekend to attend to also, but we’re working up to it, promise. Anyway, anyway, usual rules apply:

Send me any number of emojis associated with each fic/event and I’ll do 3+ sentences per emoji in the ask*. This can be multiple for the same fic or multiple fics.

*The only except will be if a birthday prompt hits the required number of sentences before completing the emoji amount.

💀you’re on your own, kid (chapter 10) 😈 dance with the devil (chapter 1 rewrite) 🎲 steddie bingo (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🎂 birthday event prompt (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🏥 the loss of my life (chapter 2) 💥broken and blue (merthur) 🌪️ this magic in the air (sterek) (formerly 🌲)

Snippet from 💀 and tags under the cut:

Heart in his ears, Steve jolts to his feet, tearing across the gym without so much as even a thought for his own safety. His vision is still blurry from sleeping, and his muscles ache with every movement, but neither of things matter to him as much as finding Bim. He has to find her. There is no other option. This isn’t the first time he’s woken up to her gone, but with the giant monster on the horizon, waking up alone is more than enough to send him spiraling into the kind of worry that won’t cease until he’s confirmed she’s alive and well. Tearing through the hallways, he stops at the cafeteria first, knowing that they spent time there the day before, hoping that she’s gone back somewhere familiar to eat and just managed to not wake him. But there’s no sign of her in the cafeteria or in any of the classrooms he pops his head into on his way back through the rest of the school. His feet carry him to the front doors, the only option left.

tags: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice @queenofshenanigans

@eriquin @dreamwatch @tinytalkingtina @little-annie @helpimstuckposting

@machtaholic @puncertainty @augustjustice @felixir-of-moths @vegasol

@shares-a-vest @cloudsurfing42 @yesdangerpls @strangerthingswritersguild

[sourw0lfs]

I still have ones from last weekend to attend to also, but we’re working up to it, promise. Anyway, anyway, usual rules apply:

Send me any number of emojis associated with each fic/event and I’ll do 3+ sentences per emoji in the ask*. This can be multiple for the same fic or multiple fics.

*The only except will be if a birthday prompt hits the required number of sentences before completing the emoji amount.

💀you’re on your own, kid (chapter 10) 😈 dance with the devil (chapter 1 rewrite) 🎲 steddie bingo (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🎂 birthday event prompt (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🏥 the loss of my life (chapter 2) 💥broken and blue (merthur) 🌪️ this magic in the air (sterek) (formerly 🌲)

Snippet from 💀 and tags under the cut:

Heart in his ears, Steve jolts to his feet, tearing across the gym without so much as even a thought for his own safety. His vision is still blurry from sleeping, and his muscles ache with every movement, but neither of things matter to him as much as finding Bim. He has to find her. There is no other option. This isn’t the first time he’s woken up to her gone, but with the giant monster on the horizon, waking up alone is more than enough to send him spiraling into the kind of worry that won’t cease until he’s confirmed she’s alive and well. Tearing through the hallways, he stops at the cafeteria first, knowing that they spent time there the day before, hoping that she’s gone back somewhere familiar to eat and just managed to not wake him. But there’s no sign of her in the cafeteria or in any of the classrooms he pops his head into on his way back through the rest of the school. His feet carry him to the front doors, the only option left.

tags: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice @queenofshenanigans

@eriquin @dreamwatch @tinytalkingtina @little-annie @helpimstuckposting

@machtaholic @puncertainty @augustjustice @felixir-of-moths @vegasol

@shares-a-vest @cloudsurfing42 @yesdangerpls @strangerthingswritersguild

[sourw0lfs]

I still have ones from last weekend to attend to also, but we’re working up to it, promise. Anyway, anyway, usual rules apply:

Send me any number of emojis associated with each fic/event and I’ll do 3+ sentences per emoji in the ask*. This can be multiple for the same fic or multiple fics.

*The only except will be if a birthday prompt hits the required number of sentences before completing the emoji amount.

💀you’re on your own, kid (chapter 10) 😈 dance with the devil (chapter 1 rewrite) 🎲 steddie bingo (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🎂 birthday event prompt (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🏥 the loss of my life (chapter 2) 💥broken and blue (merthur) ���️ this magic in the air (sterek) (formerly 🌲)

Snippet from 💀 and tags under the cut:

Heart in his ears, Steve jolts to his feet, tearing across the gym without so much as even a thought for his own safety. His vision is still blurry from sleeping, and his muscles ache with every movement, but neither of things matter to him as much as finding Bim. He has to find her. There is no other option. This isn’t the first time he’s woken up to her gone, but with the giant monster on the horizon, waking up alone is more than enough to send him spiraling into the kind of worry that won’t cease until he’s confirmed she’s alive and well. Tearing through the hallways, he stops at the cafeteria first, knowing that they spent time there the day before, hoping that she’s gone back somewhere familiar to eat and just managed to not wake him. But there’s no sign of her in the cafeteria or in any of the classrooms he pops his head into on his way back through the rest of the school. His feet carry him to the front doors, the only option left.

tags: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice @queenofshenanigans

@eriquin @dreamwatch @tinytalkingtina @little-annie @helpimstuckposting

@machtaholic @puncertainty @augustjustice @felixir-of-moths @vegasol

@shares-a-vest @cloudsurfing42 @yesdangerpls @strangerthingswritersguild

[sourw0lfs]

I still have ones from last weekend to attend to also, but we’re working up to it, promise. Anyway, anyway, usual rules apply:

Send me any number of emojis associated with each fic/event and I’ll do 3+ sentences per emoji in the ask*. This can be multiple for the same fic or multiple fics.

*The only except will be if a birthday prompt hits the required number of sentences before completing the emoji amount.

💀you’re on your own, kid (chapter 10) 😈 dance with the devil (chapter 1 rewrite) 🎲 steddie bingo (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🎂 birthday event prompt (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🏥 the loss of my life (chapter 2) 💥broken and blue (merthur) 🌪️ this magic in the air (sterek) (formerly 🌲)

Snippet from 💀 and tags under the cut:

Heart in his ears, Steve jolts to his feet, tearing across the gym without so much as even a thought for his own safety. His vision is still blurry from sleeping, and his muscles ache with every movement, but neither of things matter to him as much as finding Bim. He has to find her. There is no other option. This isn’t the first time he’s woken up to her gone, but with the giant monster on the horizon, waking up alone is more than enough to send him spiraling into the kind of worry that won’t cease until he’s confirmed she’s alive and well. Tearing through the hallways, he stops at the cafeteria first, knowing that they spent time there the day before, hoping that she’s gone back somewhere familiar to eat and just managed to not wake him. But there’s no sign of her in the cafeteria or in any of the classrooms he pops his head into on his way back through the rest of the school. His feet carry him to the front doors, the only option left.

tags: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice @queenofshenanigans

@eriquin @dreamwatch @tinytalkingtina @little-annie @helpimstuckposting

@machtaholic @puncertainty @augustjustice @felixir-of-moths @vegasol

@shares-a-vest @cloudsurfing42 @yesdangerpls @strangerthingswritersguild

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Them <3

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I still have ones from last weekend to attend to also, but we’re working up to it, promise. Anyway, anyway, usual rules apply:

Send me any number of emojis associated with each fic/event and I’ll do 3+ sentences per emoji in the ask*. This can be multiple for the same fic or multiple fics.

*The only except will be if a birthday prompt hits the required number of sentences before completing the emoji amount.

💀you’re on your own, kid (chapter 10) 😈 dance with the devil (chapter 1 rewrite) 🎲 steddie bingo (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🎂 birthday event prompt (pick a prompt by clicking!) 🏥 the loss of my life (chapter 2) 💥broken and blue (merthur) 🌪️ this magic in the air (sterek) (formerly 🌲)

Snippet from 💀 and tags under the cut:

Heart in his ears, Steve jolts to his feet, tearing across the gym without so much as even a thought for his own safety. His vision is still blurry from sleeping, and his muscles ache with every movement, but neither of things matter to him as much as finding Bim. He has to find her. There is no other option. This isn’t the first time he’s woken up to her gone, but with the giant monster on the horizon, waking up alone is more than enough to send him spiraling into the kind of worry that won’t cease until he’s confirmed she’s alive and well. Tearing through the hallways, he stops at the cafeteria first, knowing that they spent time there the day before, hoping that she’s gone back somewhere familiar to eat and just managed to not wake him. But there’s no sign of her in the cafeteria or in any of the classrooms he pops his head into on his way back through the rest of the school. His feet carry him to the front doors, the only option left.

tags: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice @queenofshenanigans

@eriquin @dreamwatch @tinytalkingtina @little-annie @helpimstuckposting

@machtaholic @puncertainty @augustjustice @felixir-of-moths @vegasol

@shares-a-vest @cloudsurfing42 @yesdangerpls @strangerthingswritersguild

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So writers joke a lot about "drinking the tears of our readers", but I want to be so honest with you when I tell you that making you cry isn't our real goal. Making you feel is.

Kicking your feet? Giggling? Can't stop smiling? And yes, crying? Feeling anything, everything. That's our goal. That means we did The Job.

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The real thing with ADHD is not "I forgot", but that forgetting is this ongoing process. I remembered! And then I forgot.

At ten this (hypothetical) morning I remembered that I have a meeting at six. And then from 11 through 3 I worked on other stuff and had zero thoughts about that meeting. Maybe even thought about what I was gonna do with my evening at home. Got attached to the idea of taking the time to make a good dinner, maybe play some video games.

And then at three I said, "Oh! Fuck!" and remembered again, hopefully long enough to set an alarm. And then I went to the bathroom and remembered that I need to clean the counter and spent twenty minutes cleaning the bathroom and went to get a snack and then at five I said, "OH! FUCK!" and had to scramble to dress like a real adult and get out the door.

It isn't one clean forgetting. It's a constant process of forgetting and then, with an exhausting adrenaline spike, remembering. And then forgetting. Baby, I can forget the same thing more times in a day than you ever forgot your parents' anniversary.