#steddie discord

[effortlesslytired]

Steddie 18+ Discord Server

18+ mdni

Hello friends and fellow lovers of the gays in Stranger Things! My best friend (@xgrxcefulx - Indica) and I built a Steddie-centric 18+ Discord server and we're finally ready to launch it. It's taken us a little while to get it looking how we wanted it to but I think we finally did it!

We’re ready to begin reaching out to the masses with an invite link asking if you want to be a part of something we hope will be an amazing space and community with a common interest!

I want to make it known too that we have set up a space for other fandoms as well that aren't Steddie related as we know there's always a love for more than one fandom. We have really taken the time to flush out the channels with descriptions so members are easily able to navigate what goes where.

If you want to join, please feel free to follow the link below and we would love to see you there! If for whatever reason the link isn’t working please let myself or Indica know in the comments or DM me and I’ll get it sorted! Looking forward to seeing y’all there!

[thecozy-gremlin]

Steddie Discord Server

I know from looking now that there are a handful of steddie servers already, but feel free to interact with this if you're interested in an 18+ Steddie server that will also have dedicated channels to adjacent ships like Ronance, Jonathan/Argyle, Chrissy/Robin as well as channels for cosplays, tiktoks, art and general chats and stranger things talk!

if it's something you might be interested in, interact with this post or send me a pm. our goal is to make a space to love on these two idiots and their friends.

server is a work in progress but nearly done and we're so excited to get to share it with you guys!

[imfinereallyy]

now that I’m finally on discord (I’m on it for the steddie holiday exchange, shout out to my mutuals on there) if there are any steddie or stranger things or even just tumblr chats that I can join let me know! Trying to build a better foundation for myself within the community.

[kingdomvel]

Eddie coming out to Steve and Robin doesn't go exactly as he had expected it to go. He didn't know what he expected, but it was definitely not Steve going,

"Yeah, I know."

"You... know."

"Yeah man, you returned youngblood paused at 14:20, only people who like dicks and butts do that. It's almost at the start of the movie too, and I know you don't like hockey."

"I could have rented it for my uncle!"

Steve doesn't say anything.

"Do you always pay that much attention to where people pause their moves or are you stalking me specifically?"

Steve shrugs, "working gets boring, and it was important information about you specifically."

"why"

"I wanted to check if you would consider dating me, like I did with Vicky for Robin."

Eddie is grateful for Robin's gasp because he can't react to those words himself. This whole conversation had him completely out of the loop and now Steve wants to date him???

"You never told me you liked Eddie!" Robin exclaims. At least someone is as lost in this conversation as him.

"I did tell you," Steve answers matter of factly.

"When?"

"When I said 'those metallica guys are hot' and you said 'ew, they look like Eddie' and I said 'yeah'" Steve throws his hand up, like that's obvious.

"That's not saying anything!"

"Well, you said that you were jealous Tommy Thomson was looking at me and I got it from there, I thought this was the same."

Robin opens her mouth, closes it, embarrassed.

"Can we go back to you wanting to date me?" Eddie asks.

"Sure, now that it's out, do you want to come to mine tomorrow? If we count this as our first date we can make out tomorrow."

"That's not how that works," Robin says.

"It is now," Eddie says almost in a groan.

[cranberrymoons]

stay

prompt: "Don't go... please." (discord drabble) word count: 370 rated: m

you give me angsty dialogue prompts, i will make them fluff 😤 enjoy!

“Don’t go,” Eddie says, hand sliding over Steve’s hip. “Please?”

Steve feels his heart give a lazy thrum as he pauses on his way out of bed. He blinks. 

“You want me to stay?”

He’s not really a one night stand kind of guy for this exact reason. He always wants to linger, or for it to last, and then he ends up making himself sad when they finish what they came there to do and the other person starts giving him subtle cues to zip himself up and go home.

But Eddie had drawn him in when their eyes caught across the bar earlier, and Steve had thought – even if it does end up hurting in the end, it’s worth it for that smile. And he has a type, okay, that’s part of it, but there’s also this shine that seems to come off of Eddie that made him just – 

Eddie lets out a quiet laugh, turning his face to halfway hide it in the pillow. 

“You’re so far out of my league, I’m tempted to just tie you to the bed and never let you go.”

“I’m really not,” Steve says as he lets himself be drawn back into bed. Eddie eases him onto his back and slides over top of him, drawing his wrists over his head and bending to kiss a line down his neck. “I’m really not that great, just –”

“Just very hot,” Eddie says, rolling his hips. “And very sweet.” Steve gasps, feeling his cock twitch where it’s trapped between them. “And by some accident, very naked in my bed.” 

Steve tangles a hand in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head, pulling him back up into a kiss to drag teeth over his bottom lip and draw it into his mouth. Their tongues slide together and Steve feels his head start to spin, and he breaks away to take a shaky breath in. Eddie’s mouth moves to his jaw, biting a line back to his ear.

“Kind of want to keep it that way for a little longer,” he says in a low voice as he runs a hand down Steve’s side, shivery and light. “Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

[also on ao3]

[flowercrowngods]

based on an idea i had about steve getting a bad migraine from the sudden bloodloss after kas feeds from him

post-canon, steddie don't like each other, hermit kas, depressed brain injury steve, kinda gloomy, anxiety & compulsions

Steve cuts the engine with a sigh, feeling heavy and alien, like a lone survivor in a ghost town. He’s not a lone survivor, and Hawkins isn’t technically a ghost town because there’s still enough of them here to build it back up or to watch it crumble and cave in on itself, front row seats to the fourth wave of destruction. 

Maybe the real ghost is Steve, actually, floating through his days just waiting for his brain to decide it’s had enough. Just waiting for the perpetual ringing in his ears to rise in pitch and frequency and for his skull to fucking crack open from the never ending waves of the never ending buzz.

Robin asks him about it a lot, notices how he will stop and listen to his body on every inhale that feels slightly wrong, or every movement that’s just a little too fast or just a little too sudden, the blood rushing into his head or out of it, the doctor’s words ringing in tune with the tinnitus: You watch that head of yours, young man, and do not hesitate to call emergency services when the headache won’t stop after a few hours, or when anything feels off, you hear me? 

The truth is, he barely heard him then. Blood was roaring in his ears, the tinnitus still quiet, but his hearing still dull from impact and screams and shock wave after shock wave of the world sewing itself back together. 

He sighs again, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel and trying to catch his breath. Taking stock of his head, the heartbeat he can only feel in his hands right now and nowhere near his temples, and the quiet little tap tap tap of his finger nails hitting the leather, wanting to make sure he can hear it. Wanting to make sure he doesn’t imagine the sound. 

Always fucking needing to make sure. 

Soon, he breathes a little steadier, convincing himself that getting out of the car won’t be the last thing he’ll ever do. It’s so stupid, too, that fear, all that anxiety living inside him just waiting to boil and spill over until he does something stupid just to spite it.

The cool breeze hits his face, working in tandem with his calming breaths to alleviate his obsessive thought spirals, and he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he does nothing but breathe for a minute there. 

He’s up. He’s standing. He can walk through the forest to the vamp’s hiding place, it’s fine. It’s fine. Although standing so suddenly makes him aware that he hasn’t eaten much today, too busy hating everything about this town and helping to rebuild it anyway. 

Forgetting to eat and drink is another thing that’s new to him. There’s quite a few things he forgets a lot, but those are the worst. Robin is always on his ass about that, but at some point he stopped telling her. It feels like he’s stopped telling her a lot of things. Maybe that’s something else that comes with severe brain injury, young man. 

He feels plenty guilty about it at least — but not enough to tell her about all the horrible things that are happening to him, or the horrible things he thinks are happening to him. The Upside Down is gone, Vecna is dead. These bad thoughts, they’re all him. But knowing that doesn’t fucking help.

Pushing away from the car and turning around to lock it, Steve decides to wallow in self pity no longer and to just get on with it. As much as he hates it. As much as part of him wants to just go home and claim that he forgot about that, too. 

It’s no secret that Steve never liked Eddie. The boy’s a hypocrite, he’s loud, he’s annoying, and he just likes to shame people as publicly as possible, spitting proclamations of conformity and sticking it to the Man while at the same time turning anarchy into despotism under the guise of rebellion — and he’s the dictator. 

Or, he was. And Steve never cared about him or his larger than life attitude that was worse than any of the smiles Steve ever wore to fit in in high school. Steve mostly ever just wanted Munson to shut up and eat his lunch, stop pretending he’s better than any of them just because he liked different things.

Although it wasn’t even about liking other things, it was only ever about disliking. And shaming and denouncing. Steve always wondered what kind of a miserable life that dude must have lived, shaping himself not from what he liked but from what he hated. Creating an identity that left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth because it was so fragile and contradictory and, frankly, so fucking annoying. 

Still, he’d never wished for Munson to get involved in all of this. He’d never wished for the man to die. And then to come back only to be turned into some kind of vampire, doomed to live an even worse existence than he did as a human, hidden away in some shabby cabin. 

Steve feels a little bad for him now. For Eddie. Or Kas, as the kids like to call him because he never reacts to his name anymore, more monster than human these days, although Dustin is sure they can domesticate him into becoming his old self again. 

“Like Dart, remember?”

“Dude, don’t compare our friend to your sick little creature.” That was Lucas, affronted and annoyed. Steve could relate, although… 

“You gotta admit, he’s kind of a sick little creature himself now.” 

“Steve!” they’d both yelled, and Steve just playfully shoved their heads back before going to grab a coke from the fridge.

And Kas, because vampires are apparently a thing even after the end of the world, needs blood to survive. The forests are void of animals most of the time, like nature has decided to give Hawkins an ultimatum before returning and the day hasn’t come yet. Maybe it’s something to do with electromagnetic fields, or maybe it was something else entirely leading them all to safety while Hawkins was turned into a war zone. Either way, there is nothing for him to feed here. 

Kas can’t just stalk around the woods at night and drink up a deer or two. Nor can he go rob the blood bank at the hospital, they’re running low as it is anyway. That left them all with only one option that Mike so disgustedly pointed out back then: Kas needs their blood. And Steve feels just bad enough for him to play along. 

So now he is out here playing blood bank for the monstrous version of a guy he never even liked, and his hometown is in shambles, and his head might actually sign the fuck off at any moment now, apparently. 

Things are going great. 

Saving the world is just… really fucking isolating. 

Still he has no choice but to announce his presence with a firm knock on the door, the pattern easy but memorable. 

“This is Steve,” he adds as his hand falls to his side, waiting. 

Kas always takes a while to come out and open the door, hiding away from any noise like a feral cat. Steve can kind of relate — he and Kas don’t have the best relationship either. He has no idea how sudden vampirism works, but just like feral cats will be able to tell when someone wants to hurt them and when instincts should be kicking in, Kas seems to realise how little Steve wants to be here and help him. How little he wants to have his blood sucked out of his body leaving his limbs to feel numb and uncomfortably tingly. 

Eventually, though, the door opens with a creek, just enough for a pair of eyes — too large, too wide, too wild — blink back at him. Steve just lifts his eyebrows, really kind of not in the mood to deal with this barely human vampire and his absolute lack of learning curve about this situation.

When he’s sure Kas has blinked at him for long enough now, he pushes open the door and shoves inside rather roughly, immediately feeling bad when he hears the slight whimper. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, stuffing his hands into his pockets again and trying not to grimace at the stale, disgusting air in the cabin. “Jeez, you really gotta open a window every once in a while. Thought vamps were supposed to have heightened senses or some shit.” 

Kas growls at him, mirroring Steve’s move and shoving past him this time, his shoulder slamming into Steve’s with painful strength. Glowering at the stupid vampire, he rubs at his shoulder before crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Listen, buddy, I can just leave and have you deal with your hunger, okay? No big deal for me, I even get to keep my blood.” 

Kas snaps at him, showing his fangs and crossing his arms, too; a laughable copy of Steve’s own stance. 

“Or you could just cut the crap and get on with it so I actually can leave again without taking shit from the peanut gallery. Your choice.” 

The huff that follows is so indignant, Steve wonders if that could be what gets Kas out of Munson’s body and let the human win over the monster. Maybe indignation and annoyance is what will break the spell eventually, lift the curse just enough for Munson to get back into his old habit of monologising and spouting nonsense out of that big mouth of his. 

Steve is half tempted to try, but he really does want to just go home and lie on his large couch with no sensory input whatsoever, tuning out the world and his anxieties that might be about to turn into compulsions just for him to gain a little control over everything again. So he squares his shoulders and takes off his jacket before tilting his head to the side, allowing Kas full access to his neck. 

It’s always a little scary but still oddly fascinating, filling him with that same rush that came with witnessing all the supernatural shit over the past few years. Kas is the last remnant of all that, and somehow, buried beneath piles of rubble and trauma and the teenager he had to give up on being, Steve feels weirdly protective of that. 

Not of Eddie. Of Kas. Of the monster that lies dormant. Of the last bit of danger in his life, because he doesn’t know how to live without it anymore — so much so that he has to make it up.

Maybe it’s a symptom of his self destructive tendencies, as Robin would call it. But Steve might be as fascinated with the vampire as Robin is with fire; so she doesn’t get to have a say in this.

There is always a strange intimacy in the way Kas approaches him. Slowly, carefully. Like a hunter his prey. Steve doesn’t feel like prey, not really, but a part of him wants to. A part of him needs to be prey again, if only for those instincts that manifest with a perpetual tremor and a restless feeling in his chest to be of use again. If only so he can have a point again. Something to fight that’s outside oh his own head. 

Now, his point is standing still entirely and feeling those chapped but warm lips trail up and down his throat a little before Kas finds the right spot that won’t really hurt Steve, the right spot that will make it all go by quickly and without any hiccups. 

Still he shivers, like always, and Kas holds him close when he finally bites down. Like always. 

He stands motionless as he feels his blood flow alternating, rushing in his ears and his head, his heart thump-thump-thumping, putting up a fight against the strange intrusion. He hardly even breathes at all, focusing instead on his body and burying his finger nails in his palm for five seconds before releasing his hands and repeating the process three times before he gets it right. 

But then his head is pulsing, his heartbeat slowing down as his vision briefly blacks out in the same way it does when he gets up too quickly, and his heart falls. It’s too much. Too sudden. 

“Kas,” he says, but the vampire doesn’t hear him, drinking more and more of the blood that must be so thick with how little he’s had to drink today — something he only just remembered. “Kas,” he says again, more urgently this time; but still the vampire drinks. 

And where before Steve had a clear vision of the door in the dark room — the light of day streaming in through the cracks and framing it almost mystically —, it’s spotty now. Just slightly off. Like something is missing but his brain is working overtime to complete the picture anyway, reducing the blind spot to merely an illusion. But Steve knows what’s happening. He knows what the sudden pulsating of his head means, especially when it’s followed by his vision just going AWOL on him.

No, he thinks as the situation really settles in, and he begins to push Kas away. Not like it matters anyway now; the damage is done. No, no, no, no, fuck! 

He frantically shoves at the vampire now, blinking against the blind spot even though he’s painfully aware it won’t help. Kas breaks away from him, wiping his mouth and smearing his face and the back of his hand with Steve’s blood. If he looks just right, he can’t even fucking see it. 

Heart falling further, Steve buries his hands in his hair and pulls, hoping that by some kind of miracle he can just pull the migraine out of his head before it can really settle. It’s his only chance. He can’t drive like this, he shouldn’t walk like this, and soon he won’t be able to do anything at all. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” be hisses, hearing the edge of desperation in his own voice and caring very little about that right now. 

Kas is on him again in a second, and Steve waves him off, tries to shove him away but the vampire is stronger and persistent. 

A high keening sound builds in Kas’s chest, and Steve knows he doesn’t really speak, doesn’t really use his words, ever — maybe he doesn’t know how. But the keening sounds more like a whine, and the way he pulls at Steve to look at him is as much an indicator of worry as he’s going to get.

But Steve doesn’t want Kas’s hands on him, wants to just get out and away before the pain comes. So he takes another step back and holds up his hands, hoping that the vampire will just fucking take a hint. 

A little too quickly and a little too frantic, Steve shakes his head, his eyes flitting about the room to see if there’s still pieces of it missing or if phase two is about to start. He has about twenty minutes left before his body will be composed of nothing but skull-splitting pain that is only equal to someone ramming actual nails into his head — and even that would be preferable right noe, because at least that pain he wouldn’t need to explain. Or justify.

Another keening sound interrupts Steve's burgeoning spiral, and his eyes land on Kas, who really looks like a kicked puppy right now. 

"I gotta go," he says, voice a little unsteady with apprehension and panic, but just as he's about to rush out of the cabin, Kas crosses his path and won't let him move. 

A strong hand lands on his chest, and Steve really, really doesn't want to deal with that right now. He tries again, tries with more force to sidestep and push past him, but Kas won't let him budge. 

"Let me go." But Kas doesn't let up. "Kas. Please. You gotta let me go, I gotta get home, I—“ 

The first flash of white in his peripheral vision catches him off guard, moving his focus away from the clawed hand on his chest and toward the flickering line that cuts through the left side of his vision right now. 

Curious or worried or maybe just really fucking stupefied at having Steve act so weirdly, Kas inclines his head and ducks to catch Steve's eyes. 

"Move," Steve says again, as assertive as he can manage with his brain and body scattered between following the flickering lights that are invisible to everyone else and the pain that is about to consume him, leaving him incapacitated for several hours at least.

Instead of moving out of Steve's space and allowing him to leave, Kas shoves him backwards with that superhuman strength he has now, forcing Steve to stumble back helplessly. Fear rises in him again, and it's a different flavour this time that mixes horribly well with the anxiety and apprehension and all the waves and waves of blinding panic he feels out of nowhere almost all the time now. 

His knees buckle when they hit something rather violently, and then he's falling, landing on the worn couch with a breathless gasp, his instincts running wild. He needs to fight, he needs to run, he needs to get home and be safe and get the fuck away from this monster who won't let him go now. Steve doesn't know Kas as someone who will just take what he wants, but, well, he is Munson, in a way. So that tracks. 

But instead of attacking him, instead of going for his neck again and sucking the rest of his blood, instead of beating Steve to a pulp to keep him pliant and unmoving and turn him into some sort of personal livestock, Kas just... sits down next to him. Hands in his lap. Worried look trained on Steve, who needs to catch his breath and calm down.

"Hurt." 

It startles Steve. Kas has never spoken to him. But what’s more, Steve shouldn't be that obvious. He doesn't want to be that obvious, especially about hurting and being hurt. 

So he shakes his head, his hands coming up to press into his eyes, hoping to get rid of the flickering lights even though he knows that once they stop, the pain will come; and it will come badly. 

"'M not hurt," he says, lying through his teeth and the heel of his hand. "I just gotta go home." 

"Hurt," Kas says again, and it's more assertive this time, less of a question. Like he's telling Steve rather than asking. Like he's making him understand. 

He reminds Steve a little of Robin in that regard, and he almost has to smile. He would, too, if he wasn't so aware that it would become a horrible grimace, wavering and pale even by vampire hermit standards. 

So he sighs instead, letting his hands fall into his lap and wringing his fingers. There are about ten, maybe fifteen minutes left. Not enough to get anywhere safe on foot, and he sure as hell ain't driving when his vision is halfway through its rendition of a TV without signal, zig-zagging in white and red and green, flickering and flaring and leaving him a little disoriented even when all he's doing is sitting on that dusty old couch. 

"Hurt," Kas repeats for the third time, and Steve tenses, ready to snap at him to shut up, that he's not hurt yet but will be any minute now and that Kas should really just shut the fuck up and leave himself if he won't let Steve go anywhere. 

But looking at those wide eyes, he doesn't snap. He deflates. His shoulders fall and his eyes close, which only makes the flickers worse, he feels.

“I’m… I’m gonna have a migraine," he sighs, letting that hang in the air between them, letting the words take up the whole room and suffocate him while he knows that they won't touch Kas. That he won't understand. Nobody does. 

It's just a headache, Steve, get over it. 

They leave a bitter taste in his mouth, and he's just waiting for the huff to come. 

But it doesn't come. Instead, Kas just keeps looking at him; same worried expression, same unobtrusive posture, same everything. Right. He probably doesn't know jackshit about what that's supposed to mean. 

So Steve explains. “I, well. I kinda can't really see right now, but that'll pass. That's when the pain comes. I won't want to move. No light. No noise. No nothing. And all I can do about it is wait it out, which is why I need you to let me leave..." 

It's one of those moments where he hates that he's the only one of their group with a license; that he can't just radio with a code red and have someone come get him no questions asked. 

"I just wanna go home, man," he sighs, hating his voice for the weak whine around the edges. 

A beat passes between them, and Steve pretends like he's not counting the seconds. Like he doesn't notice that the flickering zigzag line is getting smaller and dimmer, and that agony is imminent. 

"Here," Kas says then, and somehow it's both an offer and a command. "You. Here."

Steve blinks, the words not really translating through the tired fog of his brain. 

"Huh? Sorry, uh, what?" 

"You," Kas says, shuffling closer to him, like that sort of helps him translate what it is he wants to say. 

"Me." 

Kas nods, then motions around the room and pats the couch cushion, releasing a cloud of dust from it. "Here."

“You—“ Steve frowns. "You want me to stay here?"

The nod is decisive and in another world Steve would have called it eager, with the way Kas is shuffling on the spot. 

"Kas," Steve sighs, rubbing his face, not quite sure how to make the vampire explain that it's gonna be bad. Really, really bad. The flickering shimmer is already waning, and phantom pains are already setting in, settling along his skull like little pinpricks of warning. 

A clawed hand reaches for his wrist, making Steve flinch away, but Kas doesn't hurt him. He pulls Steve’s hand away from his face almost gently, slowly, and makes sure Steve looks at him. 

"Safe." And he looks so genuine about it. He looks like he knows what that word means. "Safe." 

With a sigh, Steve accepts his fate. Kas isn't gonna let him go anytime soon, and at this point Steve really doesn't want to face the gloomy weather outside, stuck as it is somewhere between drizzle and downpour and so endlessly grey for days. 

Still he feels pathetic about it. Vulnerable. Exposed. Like a last bastion falling, the castle walls crumbling, the fragile house of cards finally falling, because suddenly this agony isn't something he keeps only to himself. 

Even if it's only Kas who witnesses it. Kas, who’s endured worse than that, Steve knows. Brainwashing, manipulation, the agony of shaping human into vampire so excruciating his mind has gone into hiding still. 

"Okay," Steve breathes at last, pretending that his voice didn't break on that single word. "Okay."

Kas hums, the sound resembling more a gurgle than anything else, and before Steve knows what's happening, cold hands are pulling him up and off the couch. 

"Jesus," he mumbles, barely catching his footing and pulling away from Kas's grasp, but following nonetheless, not even thinking about fleeing now. "I'm coming, I'm coming, man, don't touch me." 

Miraculously, Kas does stay away, walking just one step ahead of Steve, turning towards him every two steps to make sure he's still following. It reminds Steve of a mama duck herding her ducklings across the street and making sure they're all still there. It's weirdly endearing. 

"Why do you even care?" 

He doesn't get an answer, but that's no surprise, and he doesn't really mind either. It was more about wondering, about putting that question out there and letting it take up space for future contemplation. 

Kas leads him to an adjoining room, the north-facing windows all barred shut, ripped and moth-eaten curtains drawn to block out the last of the light. Right. Fitting, for a vampire's lair. 

The bed in the middle of the far wall is surprisingly large, though, and looks surprisingly soft. It's unmade, but that's just as well. There are no belongings in the room otherwis that Steve can make out, the framed pictures on the wall look as dusty as the rest of the cabin, so they can't belong to Kas. Or maybe he likes them enough to keep them, to claim them as his own now. 

It’s a heartbreaking thought. 

Stupidly and out of nowhere, Steve wonders if he could take care of this cabin. Dust it and clean it and only fill it with things Kas likes. Maybe things Munson used to like — surely the kids would know how to go about that. Or Wayne. 

He's about to ask; about the pictures, about the stuff, about Wayne — if he's been around lately, if he's still telling stories to bring back the dormant Eddie parts of his modified and manipulated mind.

But just as he's about to turn to the vampire and ask, the blinding flickers disappear from his field of vision in the dark room, and within seconds something inside his skull bursts, leaving his body awash with pain that nearly has his knees buckling. A whimper escapes him that he tries to steer into a groan, but then his hands are flying to his head and he stops caring about how he expresses this immediate agony to the world. 

Kas is on him again with a whimper, suddenly just as fucking tactile as his once-human form. 

“Don’t touch me,” Steve rasps, wrenching himself free from the gasp once more. He really wishes Kas would stop touching him. "You want me to lie down here, yeah? Take your bed?" 

Kas nods again, looking at Steve with those wide eyes that seem to glow in the dark — or maybe that's his migraine-addled mind seeing things where they aren't, making up for the blind spot and the flickering. 

Steve looks away, the motion hurting his entire face, and he closes his eyes as pins and needles are moving along the inside of his face, pricking up against the skin but never breaking through. 

"Right then," he whispers, his voice barely audible and still too loud, making his ears click and pressure collect around them, making him wonder if they're going to burst. "'M gonna lie down." 

Struggling with the heavy blanket, Steve is close to giving up and just lying on top of it, but Kas is quick to help him once he realises that Steve needs it. He pulls back the blanket, still looking so damn stricken about everything, like he's genuinely worried about Steve. It doesn't make sense. 

He doesn't have the strength for a Thanks or even a smile, but he nods just once, just barely, before sluggishly falling onto the bed and fumbling with the blanket once more. Every movement hurts. Every twitch of a muscle is too much, and just moving his pinkie is enough to douse his body in never-ending pain that travels from his skull all the way down.

Something Steve has always wondered is why migraines make his body shut down like that, leaving him in a state where all he can do is lie down and fall into a near-catatonic limbo until the pain has lifted enough to face the rest of the world again. Fighting inter-dimensional monsters and posing as a feast to demonic, modified monster bats was also agony. It also made him lose his footing and almost pass out from blood loss and pain, his back scratched open completely where the bats dragged him across rough stone. 

Migraine pains don't really compare to those, though, and it scares him. Because he knows that's all up in his brain. His fucked up, mangled, thrice-concussed fucking brain he never got cared for because the government goons never took them seriously. Never took him seriously. 

And now here he is, lying in a stranger's bed in a pitch-black room that's still somehow too bright, unmoving, too weak to even pull up the blanket, and hoping to pass out from it all. Hoping he won't hallucinate again this time. Hoping that he won't throw up this time, his body convulsing because it knows it shouldn't be feeling like this. 

Throwing up from pain. There's really nothing more fucked up than that. Or, there is. Throwing up from pain and begging an invisible man to make it stop, only to realise hours later that the most painful migraines can also make you hallucinate. 

He doesn't want that. He doesn't want any of that ever again, and certainly not in a strange, dark cabin with a vampire forged from a human he never even liked. 

Tears spring to his eyes, but they're not the kind that'll fall and bring relief. They just stay in the corners of his eyes, his only way to express the waves and flares of pain washing over him, wishing he could just pass out now. 

Kas tucks him in. Steve didn’t know he could do that. It strikes him as extremely non-vampiric even in this state he’s in. Steve doesn’t react, doesn’t so much as blink his eyes open as the pain travels up to his hairline and settles there, flaring over his forehead to his eyes and down to his cheekbones and then up again, a never-ending motion that he never stands a chance to get used to. 

“Safe,” Kas says again, and it zings through Steve’s body with violent force that doesn’t match at all with the gentle tone he’s using. 

Scrunching his forehead to stave off more words, Steve hopes that Kas will take the hint and know to shut up. 

But he has no such luck. 

“Here.” 

“Shhh.” He shakes his head minutely, shushing the vampire with a barely there noise, keeping the damage to a minimal amount. “You can go,” he slurs, trying not to speak at all. “Please.” 

A beat of blessed, blissful silence, before there’s shuffling again. Kas does walk to the door, but then stops in the doorway. Steve doesn’t want to look. 

“No.” Kas sounds surprised about it. Mystified. Like he wants to leave but can’t. 

What?

“Stay. Here.” 

Whatever you do, just please be quiet about it, Steve thinks desperately. Instead of saying any of that, he shushes him again, hoping that the thump he hears means that Kas is sitting on the floor now. Though he doesn’t understand why. 

Why do you even care? 

“Safe,” Kas says again, whispering the word into the room, and it doesn’t zing through Steve this time. 

With Kas refusing to leave and his pathetic state of existence so blatantly on display, and with waves and waves as his nerves fire signals to his overworked and tired brain, more tears sprint to his eyes. And this time they fall. Silently, and without a sob, without even a sniffle of acknowledgment. But they fall. 

And Steve just wants to go home.

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part 2 here

[longlivesteddie]

tw: omegaverse, omega Steve, alpha Eddie

Alpha Eddie who moved to a new flat. He's been there for a few weeks and now has the flu. Somebody rings his door bell, so Eddie crawls to the door to open it with a mask on as to not spread germs. He's met with an omega who introduces himself as Steve, his next door neighbour who apparently ran out of salt. So Eddie gives him some.

When he closes the door, he passes by a mirror. It's then when he goes through 5 stages of grief, because he's looking horrible, his eyes are red, hair is everywhere his shirt is completely covered with sweat. And fuck, that omega was the prettiest omega that has ever walked the planet Earth and Eddie hates the fact, that this was his first impression of him. Then he calms himself down, because Steve was way too pretty to not have an alpha. So it doesn't matter how Eddie looked. It's not like he had a chance to begin with anyway.

It's two hours later when the doorbell rings again.

This time it's Steve with a mason jar full of homecooked chicken noodle soup that's supposed to make Eddie feel better soon.

The food doesn't stop coming until Eddie's all healthy again. And he can finally invite Steve for dinner to repay him. 😌 😌

[stilesgrace159]

Thinking about vampire Eddie using the *dealing drugs in the woods* as a ruse to lure innocent victims into the woods so he could drain their blood and hide their bodies. But poor oblivious Steve goes out into the woods for some weed for Tommy's party and has a very confusing experience and mentally asking lots of questions to himself because he thinks Eddie is coming on to him and he likes it. But it is in fact just Eddie trying to feed. But who's Eddie to deny pretty boy Steve a good time.

[effortlesslytired]

Master Post

Small introduction - You can call me Apple which is my online persona (and yes, like the fruit). My socials are all applepicken and it’s different than my Tumblr because I had Tumblr for waaay longer than my new social rebranding a couple years ago. But you can find me on any other social platform using applepicken/ApplePicken if you so please! <3

It looks like I'm becoming more active on Tumblr again (thanks Hayley) so instead of changing my pinned posts weekly and losing them in the dumpster fire that is my brain rot, a master post seemed like the best solution.

Come join my Steddie-centric 18+ discord server!! (Link is down below)

ao3 profile - tomlenson

Steddie

As Good As I Wanted - ao3 link

Status: WIP, chaptered Rating: Explicit Parts: 3/4 (possibly more planned) Important Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Very Mild Angst, Slight Miscommunication, Top Eddie, Bottom Steve, Happy Ending Summary: Robin convinces Steve to go out for drinks. Robin also, much to Steve’s dismay, accidentally ghosts and then bails on him. Now he’s stuck nursing a drink at the bar with a guy who at some point found the audacity to talk to him. To his surprise there’s another presence taking the stage here, another person who comes to his rescue, forcing Steve to face a reality he thought he left behind and attempt a convincing performance with a stranger who is not really much of one as Steve originally thought. ~ Cue the lack of brain cells, pining while fucking and dumb men thinking they have unrequited feelings dragged up from the past, a desperate phone call that turns a night of passion into a one night stand, awkward miscommunication at parent pick-up, and a happy ending. Not that kind of happy ending… well yes actually, definitely that kind of happy ending.

Mood Board and Act 1

Act 2 with book cover art included

Act 3 with Text Edit

Good Omens

I'd Shoot My Shot (I'd Risk it All)

Status: WIP, not yet posted Rating: Currently Mature, (eventually explicit) Parts: N/A Important Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Blood (possibly graphic), Eventual Smut (will tag appropriately) Current Summary: Aziraphale leaves for Heaven, truths about Heaven, the Metatron's plans and Crowley's fall are revealed.

A preview of this WIP fic can be found here!

Good Omens Playlist

Fic Asks, linking in case someone sees and knows of one

Aziraphale looking like Michael Sheen's character Miles Maitland in Bright Young Things

The original tumblr post that took me into a nose dive of writing my own Good Omens fic

A post asking for websites best used for uploading photos on ao3

Ghost (COD)

Wraith - ao3 link

Status: Completed, chaptered Rating: Explicit Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley/Original Female Character Parts: 4/4 Word Count: 43,329 Important Tags: Porn with Plot, Angst, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Military combat, Enemies to Lovers (technically), Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Hospital, Not a Y/N Summary: Sgt. Eleanor "Wraith" Knox earned her codename for her specialist skills in marksmanship and knife handling, being the last thing her targets see before their timely end. She joined Task Force 141 under Laswell's recommendation, with praises even coming from Price himself. Eleanor fit in with the team perfectly, except for one - the one who works alone, the man with the skull mask and hardened shell, the one who doesn't like his authority being challenged.

Tumblr posts and edits made for Wraith

Mood Board

Photo/Text edit for part 2

Photo/Text edit sneak peak of part 3

Another photo/text edit sneak peak of part 3

The final tumblr post for part 3, finished and posted on ao3

Mood Board and Text Edit for part 4

[thecozy-gremlin]

Steddie Discord Server Launch

I posted about working on a Steddie discord server literally months ago and honestly due to technical difficulties on my end it took way longer than I wanted for it to be launched.

BUT we've made it and if you want a safe space to flail about these two idiots (and some of the characters and ships because we all know, where Steve goes, Robin goes).

This is an 18+ server and we will remove anyone we find out is underage and we do have some rules we'll be strict about, but for the most part, we just wanna be able to be with people who enjoy these characters as much as we do! Feel free to invite any fellow shippers!

https://discord.gg/dnVt4deQgm

[shares-a-vest]

"Listen to that." (STWG Daily Drabble Prompt)

"Listen!"

Steve shoves the baby monitor in Eddie's face, nearly knocking his reading glasses off. Eddie grumbles and sets down his book. He leans in but... nothing.

"Sweetheart, I can't hear anything."

Steve leans in too, waiting until a faint, heavy breath comes through the speaker.

"Listen to that!" Steve beams, enthusiastically pointing with his free hand, "She's snoring."

Eddie frowns, "Do babies snore?"

Steve shrugs as he holds the monitor to his own ear – selfish. He sinks down onto his pillow.

"Guess so..."

[g0d0fmxschief]

It feels impossible to find roleplay partners anymore but I won’t give up!

Hello everyone! My name is Roman and I have been roleplaying for 5ish years! I’m semi-lit to adv. lit and can write anywhere between a paragraph to a few messages.

I’m mostly interested in Marvel and Stranger Things roleplays and though I prefer mxm I’m willing to try other things.

The Marvel characters I feel the most comfortable playing are Loki, Bucky, Yelena, Wanda though I’m willing to try other characters!

The Stranger Things characters I’m the most confident playing are Steve, Eddie, Max, Eleven, and Robin though again I’m more than happy to write for others.

If any of this sounds good to you please for the love of all that is holy dm me. Hopefully I’ll see you soon

[augustjustice]

I was tagged by @sourw0lfs and @nixie-deangel 🖤💛 Thank y'all so much!!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write/edit 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple.

As with last week, I'm only focusing on one WIP, my Steddie bodyswap fic you wanna feel how it feels!

🔄️- Write 3-5 new sentences/paragraphs for Ch. 5

✂️- Edit 3-5 sentences/paragraphs of Ch. 5

➕- Write 3-5 new sentences/paragraphs in a future chapter

Along with @strangerthingswritersguild, I am no pressure tagging @queenie-ofthe-void @ataliagold @fuctacles @mugloversonly @apomaro-mellow @pearynice @sidekick-hero @queenofshenanigans @onirislanding @arcanemoody @yesdangerpls @wynnyfryd and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

And a nice, long snippet below the cut:

That was, at least, until the opening notes of ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” wafted into the air from whatever pop radio Steve always had his car radio tuned to, shattering it. 

Eddie wrinkled his nose before shooting Steve a shit-eating grin. “...Even if your music does totally suck.”

“Munson, I swear to God…” Steve groaned. 

But then, not even a beat later, his face broke into a wide smile, showing off Eddie’s teeth and his dimples. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye. 

Eddie didn’t care for that look, not one bit. 

“Uhhh, dude? What’re you do–?” 

Hand darting out to grab the knob, Steve turned the song up to full blast. Then, he opened his mouth, and, to Eddie’s horror, crooned out an Ooh. 

“No, no, no! Goddamnit, Harrington, don’t you dare!” he cried out. 

…To no avail, as Steve was already belting out the first lines of the song at the top of his lungs. 

Eddie practically vaulted over the gear shift to try and stop him. But Steve just shoved open the car door and raced out into the Munson’s front yard, too fast for him. 

In his haste to follow, Eddie all but fell out of the driver’s side door, scrambling around the Beemer to go after him. 

“Diggin’ the dancing queen!” Steve sang, giving a dorky little shimmy to go along with it. Right out in the open, where there could be witnesses. “Oh, wow. You really do sound, like, super good, dude.” 

Eddie harrumphed, momentarily offended. “Yeah, well, you don’t gotta seem so surprised, man. I’m a professional, after all. Although I’d sound a helluva lot better if you’d sing something decent like–like Dio, or Ozzy, or, fuck, Judas Priest! Have mercy, Stevie, anything but ABBA.” 

As he should have predicted, his comment only made Steve raise his voice even more, loud and proud as the next line rang out into the night sky. 

[harringtonsandwich]

My yearly looking for RP post! Woo!

21+ ONLY

**Ships:** Harringrove (Steve/Billy) Steddie (Steve/Eddie), Mungrove(Billy/Eddie), and Metal Sandwich(Billy/Steve/Eddie)

**Character I prefer to write as:** Steve for all, Eddie for Mungrove. I prefer playing bottoms I’m not very good at tops 😅

**Themes/Tags/Concepts:** SFW/NSFW(21+ only), slice of life, AU, A/B/O, canon divergent, mpreg, action, suspense, drama, romance (duh lol)

*My RP style is…*

Semi-literate to literate

I prefer at least two (min 3 sentence)paragraphs. I can do rapid fire but refuse to do anything shorter than that. I also write everything out and don’t use ** for actions.

I get brain fog from time to time and I may not be able to match yours but I will try my damnedest to do so! I also have times where I get too into work but I will try to be consistent.

If I have ghosted in the past my most sincere apologies I had a rough year and fell into a really bad depression due to a death of a close loved one that I’m still working through. Also sometimes I just forget. I’m working on that.

DMs are always open so hit me up if you’d like to RP

[cranberrymoons]

howdy sailor

prompt: closet (discord drabble)

Steve’s laying on the couch, half-heartedly watching some episode of some show he’s seen something like a hundred times at this point, which he’s only really half paying attention to, when his phone chimes. He glances down, tabs over to the app.

howdy sailor

He smiles. The photo of him in his Halloween costume from a couple years ago, which Robin had all but forced him to include on his profile.

I think it’s actually supposed to be “ahoy” 

The bubble of the guy's reply appears, then disappears, then reappears, then:

hi ahoy, i’m eddie

Steve laughs in spite of himself, sitting up straighter on the couch.

I'm Steve

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip as he stares at the screen, waiting for the response. It doesn't come right away, and he flips over to the guy's profile, swiping through his photos. He's good looking and tall, with dark hair and dark clothes and dark painted nails and a dark pair of boots that he's wearing in every photo except one, in which he's standing on a beach in a tiny... tiny pair of bright red shorts.

Steve stares, opens the photo, zooms in... He gets another message and flips back over to the conversation, and –

sailor steve, please lie and tell me you're wearing that costume right now

Steve raises his eyebrows. He probably still has it somewhere, but –

Only if you lie and tell me you're wearing the swim shorts

There's a brief pause, then,

deal. want to meet on the high seas for a drink, i'll bring the life preservers?

Steve smiles to himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers. He glances back up at the TV, then at the time on his phone. It's only 6 o clock. It's not like he's got anything better going on tonight. Maybe just one?

Yes to a drink... but let's start off on land first before we set sail?

It's – is it too cheesy? It's definitely too cheesy.

He almost deletes it, then he glances back up at the start of their conversation, which literally began with a dad joke, and – he hits send.

—

An hour later, he's in a bar listening to the hottest man he's ever seen talk passionately about... dragons? Elves?

Something, something, he has no idea, but – he might have to dig that costume out of the back of his closet after all.

[also on ao3]

[kermit-the-hag]

if i’m blocked by a tumblr account can tumblr just not show the post to me at all??

sure give me fomo seeing something i want to reblog but then i can’t because an account i don’t remember interacting with has blocked me for some reason that i don’t know.