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i was super excited to jump in and pinch-hit for the Steddie Omegaverse VDay Exchange since it meant i got to write this fun little omegaverse soulmate fic for eddiessluttylittlewaist on ao3! the first chapter is live now, and the remaining two should be up later this week.

the way that things are turning

rated E | chapter 1 of 3 | 5,850 words

get a peak at the opening scene below.

Steve knows as soon as the tarp flies off the boat. It takes him by surprise, cresting over him and then crashing down, pulling him under like a fucking riptide. For a second, it’s just mate mate mate—sweet burnt caramel, toasted marshmallow and coffee and molasses and whiskey. It’s like a goddamn sugar rush.

That moment of shock is more than long enough for Eddie to slam him up against the wall of the boathouse. There’s a sharp bottle at his neck and his soulmate is right in front of him, holding him in place, pinning him down. Steve tilts his head back, away from the glass, but part of him just wants to expose his neck and show his willingness to submit. He only barely holds in a growl at the sight of Eddie’s wide eyes and shaking lips.

Jesus christ, but Eddie Munson smells good. Steve’s mouth drops open, dragging air across his tongue like he can taste it. Dustin’s making a commotion somewhere off to the side, but Steve thinks he’s good right here, even if he wants Eddie to drop his makeshift weapon so Steve can scent him properly.

Except Eddie isn’t shoving his face against Steve’s skin. He’s not gulping in deep, desperate breaths. In fact, he looks wide-eyed and panicked and absolutely gone, completely feral, and Steve realizes it’s because he is. His adrenaline picks up then, remembering stories of omegas going feral and killing their mates by accident.

“I’m cool, man, I’m cool,” he promises, suddenly aware of his predicament. He lets the oar go when Dustin prompts him to and arches away as Eddie nearly stabs him in response. A low whimper emanates from his throat.

Eddie jerks away abruptly, curling in on himself as he stumbles backward. The distressed whine in his voice warns Steve off, and he lets Robin check him over without paying her any mind. Instead, he just stares.

Because his mental list of possible mates never included Eddie Munson. Steve gave up on finding his scentmate after Nancy. They were rare, after all, and his sense of true romance died a little bit when his girlfriend called him bullshit. But he still planned to find love even outside of a soulbond. He’s never wanted anything more than a partner, someone to love wholly and completely. And now the universe is laughing at him somewhere.

You wanted a soulmate? You got one, Steve-o.

read the rest on ao3!

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gentle with me

touch tank 3/3

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our project for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang is now fully live! i had the distinct honor of writing for @ent-is-indecisive, and the amazing artwork inspired something a little outside of my usual wheelhouse. i'm so glad i got to work with ent and i hope i did this work justice!

Title: they gave you life, and in return, you gave them hell written by @viviseawrites with art by @ent-is-indecisive 

Art: view on Tumblr Fic: read on AO3

rated E | ~13,300 words Summary:

Eddie Munson died in the Upside Down during the spring break from hell. Steve knows that all too well. But when Steve is captured by Vecna’s forces, a familiar face reintroduces himself as Kas. And Kas’s mission? Interrogate Steve for details on the party’s plan to face Vecna. 

Still, Steve can’t help but see Eddie somewhere under the magical new powers and blank eyes. He just has no idea how to reach him.

tags and a peek at the first scene under the cut!

Fic Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson as Kas the Betrayer (Dungeons & Dragons), Eddie Munson Has Powers, Captive Steve Harrington, Captor Eddie Munson, Power Imbalance, MagicCanon-Typical Violence, Possession, Horror, Torture, Sacrifice, Temporary Character Death, Exes to Lovers, Love Confessions, Getting Back Together, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Dom Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Top Steve Harrington, Offscreen Kink Negotiation, Kissing, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink (very light!), Angst with a Happy Ending

Archive Warnings: None.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Vecna, El, Robin Buckley

The forest of Hawkins sounds different than it used to. When Steve was a kid, birdsong filled the air and leaves crackled as small creatures scurried underfoot while he and Tommy raced for his tree house. But right now, he hears only his own heartbeat, pounding in his head; his breathing, too fast and too loud; and a familiar, dreadful high-pitched screeching accompanied by the flapping of many leathery wings. The demobats chitter excitedly as they search for him. 

Steve flexes his hands. His back is pressed to the bark of a sturdy oak tree, stripped of its greenery like so many of Vecna’s other victims as his influence eats away at the natural landscape. The blight creeps out from the center of Hawkins a little more each day. Dustin’s theory is that Venca needs to consume life force to maintain his power, especially considering all the sacrifices. He never misses one of Lucas’s scouting reports as he attempts to track the decay and its relationship to Vecna’s abilities.

But none of that matters to Steve, not right now. The trees are dead and the animals are gone and the demobats are hungry. But El is in danger, so here Steve is.

One of the demobats finally breaks through the bare branches above. Steve holds himself still and silent, fingers wrapped around the handle of his bat; the democreatures don’t have eyes, but their sense of smell is strong enough to make them dangerous anyway. He can hold his own against a single monster, but as soon as he spills its blood, the rest will be on him. 

Better on him than El, though. Steve firms his resolve at the thought. 

The demobat lands on the forest floor, turning its head this way and that as it tries to pin him down. He takes in a quiet, stabilizing breath. When he darts forward, it swings around to face him just in time for his nailbat to crunch down onto its skull. The cry it releases echoes shrilly around him before it abruptly cuts off. But the damage is done.

read the rest on ao3

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the reverse big bang project i worked on with @ent-is-indecisive is live now! look at this fucking breathtaking art, y'all! i'm so, so lucky i got to write for this piece.

id : a digital painting in dark tones with a golden and purple decorated border. steve is kneeling, bare chested, with his back to the viewer. He is wearing pearl shoulder jewellry and a big circle sigil is shining on the middle of his back and connected to magical binds around his torso, neck and wrists. the end of these ties are wrapped in eddie's hand. Eddie is seated on a wooden vanity dressed in black dress pants and a sheer shiny shirt, open halfway. He is also wearing a ruby necklace shining the same colour as the magic and reflecting in his eyes. /end id

Here is the drawing i sent off for the reverse big bang and that @viviseawrites made so much better ! We've mostly worked separately so I am just as excited as you all to go read "they gave you life, and in return, you gave them hell"

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Steddie Big Bang '24 Sign Ups- Update!

Hi, all!

We've been able to increase our cap a bit to allow more authors into the Bang. Hurray! Just a friendly reminder to please check your spam folders in the event that welcome emails were filtered out.

Thanks!

-SBB24 Mods

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Steddie Big Bang '24 Sign Ups- Update

Hi there! Friendly neighborhood mods checking in with an update on sign ups.

For authors, we have hit the 100 authors cap. Welcome emails were sent, so if you haven't received one yet, you are likely on our waitlist. We're still accepting sign ups for authors in the event we have drop-outs or if we're able to increase our cap during the sign up period!

Artist and beta-reader sign ups are still ongoing.

You're all incredible and we're so excited to see what you all create!

Author Sign Up Form || Artist Sign Up Form || Beta Sign Up Form

-SBB24 Mods

[viviseawrites]

introducing the steddie creatives guild

WRITERS, DO YOU OFTEN FIND YOURSELF WISHING YOU HAD SOMEONE TO HELP YOU LOOK OVER YOUR WORK AND MAKE IT THE VERY BEST IT COULD BE?

GRAMMAR NERDS, ARE YOUR SPECIALIZED SUBJECT-VERB AGREEMENT SKILLS GETTING RUSTY?

LOOK NO FURTHER THAN THE STEDDIE CREATIVES GUILD!

THIS NEW DISCORD SERVER CATERS TO STRANGER THINGS FIC WRITERS WHO WANT TO CONNECT WITH BETA READERS, SENSITIVITY READERS, AND EVEN OTHER WRITER FRIENDS!

SO JOIN THE COMMUNITY TODAY!

*this message is sponsored by vivisea and steviejeebiez

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in all seriousness, the Steddie Creatives Guild server is meant to be a resource to help writers, betas, and even artists connect with each other! community members can volunteer their skills as a beta to help fic authors with all manner of things; writers can also introduce their work and post requests for help. and, of course, we aim to encourage friendships and connections within the fandom.

so, without further ado, welcome to the Steddie Creatives Guild! we hope to see you there.

[viviseawrites]

I hope vampire Eddie becomes reality 🖤✨

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I know you have all probably seen the esims for gaza posts circulating. Some of you have probably looked at them and thought maybe you should help out, but have weighed up the daunting process of signing up for something you're unfamiliar with vs. the gut-wrenching scale of the things people are going through on the ground right now, and you've put it off or questioned whether it will make enough of a difference vs. some other future kind of activism you could put that $6+ towards. I'm not calling you out or scolding you, it is natural to feel conflicted and ambivalent about the multiple calls for aid that you are seeing on social media.

but consider this: what would you do if you suddenly had to leave your home? how would you cope? how would you begin to plan where to go next, or figure out what to do to take care of yourself? most likely you would reach reflexively for your phone.

telecoms access is not a petty luxury in 2024. a loaded esim means the ability to call family members and find out where they are and whether they're safe, and whether they need anything you can provide for them. it means access to maps and regular updates on the situation unfolding around you. it means you can look up whether it's safe to drink rain water, or how to tie a type of knot you've never had to think about before, or how to treat an injury without medical supplies. it means the ability to tell people outside the situation what you are seeing, what you are feeling, what you are thinking. it is an absolutely crucial resource. and it starts at $6 for 7 days.

many many people have observed that internet access is changing the way the world understands genocide. internet access is life or death, and it is shaping modern history in front of you. and it starts at $6 for 7 days.

please, please visit gazaesims.com and spend 5 minutes and $6 to change the way this plays out for everyone.

[viviseawrites]

Just a general reminder that the week of 18-24 February is another strike. Please don't ignore this, no one has the excuse of it being too spontaneous this time as it has been planned since the strike in January ended. Don't talk about anything other than the injustices in the world. Talk about Palestine. Talk about Sudan. Talk about the republic of Congo. Talk about West Papua. Do not let anyone forget about any of the genocides going on rn.

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as part of the Steddie Omegaverse VDay Exchange, here's my fic for l3gitD3ntist on ao3, featuring omega-to-alpha steve, alpha eddie, studding, and roommates/friends with benefits to lovers!

recompartmentalization

rated E | 27,599 words

Steve talks to Robin about it on a Monday during their lunch break. Keith sent them at the same time because the store was dead, but they’re just sitting in Steve’s car in the parking lot with the A/C on.

Robin has mustard on her nose. She keeps trying to lick it off to get Steve to laugh, and his chest hurts with all the affection blooming under his ribs. She knows before he even says a word. She’s made it her mission to get him to relax, to distract him from his nerves, and it works. Grinning, he licks his thumb and leans over into her seat to wipe at her nose, ignoring her grossed-out screeching about his spit.

“Please,” Steve scoffs, dodging a sharp elbow, “you’ve literally had my blood all over you. Vomit, too.”

“Ew, don’t bring that up!”

He finally swipes at the yellow spot. Robin glares at him, huddled against the passenger side door, and Steve beams back. “There.”

“You’re disgusting,” she accuses.

“It’s just spit!”

“It’s your spit, Steve! Who knows where that mouth has been?”

He rolls his eyes so hard his entire head moves, flipping her off. “More places than yours, that’s for sure.”

Her indignant squawk fills the car and rings in his ears. He snickers at the smack that lands on his bicep. “Just because you’re a slut, Steve—”

“Ouch.”

“Oh, boo hoo, I literally heard you proudly claim that label not even an hour ago.”

He smirks, thinking of his last date, but it inevitably leads him right back to the entire reason for his anxiety. He glances away from her with a deep inhale, then turns to face her properly.

Robin’s narrowed eyes soften at the movement. “I didn’t actually mean it,” she promises swiftly.

“It’s not that. You know I don’t give a fuck about that.” Steve waves her words away, mentally searching for a way to start the real conversation. He double-checks that the parking lot is empty. The nearest car is parked down at the arcade, but their air conditioning is busted and it’s a veritable ghost town. No better time than now.

“So it’s something else?” Robin asks. He nods, licking his bottom lip as a way to stall. She squirms around in her seat to mirror him, folding one knee under herself. “Something big?” she presses.

Steve sighs. “Yeah.” He drags his fingernails up and down his thigh, attempting to soothe himself and release some of the pent-up energy vibrating just under the surface of his skin. It’s just Robin, he reminds himself as his knee bounces. He sighs out in a shaky gust of air. “I don’t think I’m an omega,” he says.

read the rest on AO3!

[viviseawrites]

Just a general reminder that the week of 18-24 February is another strike. Please don't ignore this, no one has the excuse of it being too spontaneous this time as it has been planned since the strike in January ended. Don't talk about anything other than the injustices in the world. Talk about Palestine. Talk about Sudan. Talk about the republic of Congo. Talk about West Papua. Do not let anyone forget about any of the genocides going on rn.

[viviseawrites]

happy early valentine's day, @stevesherdaddy! here's your gift fic for the #steddievday exchange, featuring blind dates, meddling kids, a setup, and the happiest of endings (or beginnings).

heart keeps burning

rated E | 7287 words

“Just trust me,” Steve mutters sarcastically, frowning as he pulls open the door of the restaurant. Goddamn Dustin. The little shit knows him too well. He found the exact thing to break Steve’s will and used it against him, and now Steve’s gonna be stuck here on the most awkward date of his fucking life. I swear on my mom’s life, Steve! I won’t ask for rides for two months if you do this!

Two months, he reminds himself when he gets seated. So close to freedom, he thinks when the server gives him a judgmental look for arriving without his partner. Just one single date, he reasons. He ignores the flush of embarrassment rising up the back of his neck.

Steve plays with the little sugar packets while he waits for his mysterious date to arrive. Every time the bell over the door rings, he glances over and tries to figure out whether or not to wave the person down as they walk in. He assumes it’ll be obvious if they’re searching for him, their eyes sweeping the area questioningly, delight clear on their features when they locate him. He’d even accept reluctant realization, at this point. So far, nobody fits the bill.

He does, however, see Eddie.

Eddie spots him at the same time and shoots him a wide smile and a wink before he snags a table for himself near a window. Surprised, Steve watches him for a minute. It’s weird that he didn’t say hi properly, and now that he’s looking, Steve recognizes that Eddie’s dressed differently.

He’s put actual effort into his appearance, wearing a dark green button-up with black pants in place of his usual distressed jeans and t-shirt. Steve stares, completely thrown off by the change. Even Eddie’s hair is neater than usual, the curls more defined and less frizzy. Clearly, Eddie also has a date tonight.

Well, at least one of them has a chance. He glares down at his watch. It’s eight minutes past seven now, and the waiter keeps eyeing him from the end of the section. Shit, Dustin did say seven o’clock, right? His knee starts bouncing under the table to the beat of the Bowie song playing overhead.

At 7:11, Steve gives in and orders a beer to occupy his hands. At 7:17, Steve stops drawing in the condensation rings on the tabletop and wipes them up instead. At 7:22, the waiter comes back over and pointedly asks if he’d like to order yet.

Steve sinks down in his seat in a futile attempt to disappear. He should have known. He did know. And as embarrassing as this is, at the end of it, he’ll be granted two glorious months of silence. He just needs to wait it out until the thirty-minute mark. But when the waiter stalks off, muttering under his breath, someone else materializes at the edge of the table. Steve blinks up at him.

“Pretty sure I got stood up,” Eddie says, grinning as he swings into the booth. “Are you waiting on Buckley?”

“No.” Steve sighs. He drains the rest of his beer and slouches back, giving up. “I’m pretty sure I’ve also been stood up.”

read the rest on AO3!

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If somehow you haven’t seen by now, while the Super Bowl is being aired, Israel is striking Rafah.

The people of Palestine had been told to go there, they were promised it was safe.

And while this is happening, even though earlier several tags on Palestine were trending, only one or two are now.

I haven’t written any posts personally on Palestine myself. I didn’t feel I had anything to add here aside from reblogging and boosting whatever I can but please. We can’t forget Palestine or its people especially now.

This has gone on too long and gone much much too far MANY times and now is when we need to push harder.

Many of the heads of Western countries are either beating around the bush and wasting time, or outright denying the things the Palestinian people don’t have the privilege to ignore. They don’t have the choice to look away from their pain, or the pain of friends, family, neighbors, their country. And even through all of this they’re still trying their damn hardest just to live. And we all need to listen.

So now, especially if you live in a western country like I do, now we step it up a notch. Now is the time if you haven’t already to read up on Palestinian history. Listen to what the people of Palestine are saying. Hold firm on the boycott like never before. Any and every way you can donate, do it. eSIMs, aid, anything that will reach. Save as much evidence as you can. Videos, articles. Don’t let Zionists pretend all of this never happened.

Even if you think there’s nothing you can do, I’m telling you, keep going. Even if you feel you can only give a little, if we all give a little together it becomes much more.

Hit imperialism where it hurts. In the wallet. Follow the BDS instructions, find protests in your area if you can, boost as much information about Palestine as you can find, call your reps, and do not lose hope. The people of Palestine are not dead. They are holding on even through all this and we all owe it to them to do the same.

A Free Palestine will happen in our lifetimes. But it will be hard fought. So go out there and fight hard! The governments can’t hide from their own people forever. The companies can’t bleed cash forever. The people will win. So push until we do. Do not look away. Free Palestine

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I am so sorry to bother you with this stupid question, but Bisan has asked for a complete stop in economic activity. Can I still donate to help Palestinians or is it better to avoid any transactions for the week ? Thank you so much for what you're doing

hello anon. don't apologise, you're a breath of fresh air after the recent visitors in my inbox. I think a slightly more accurate description of Bisan’s ask is to stop or minimise all economic activity not in direct support of Palestine. Now more than ever, I would encourage people to donate to escape funds for Palestinians, to direct aid organisations like CareforGaza and the PCRF, and to buy e-sims as they’re running low.

Below I’ve compiled a list of resources below but this is definitely just a small sample size of what you can do to help during this strike. This post here is an extremely comprehensive resource that I’d recommend you have a look at.

credible organisations that are doing work on the ground in Palestine:

Care for Gaza:non-profit charity that distributes money, food and other resources directly to families in Gaza.They maintain a regular presence on Twitter and Instagram. You can donate to them via Paypal here.

PCRF / Palestine Children's Relief Fund: non-profit organisation that distributes essential food and resources to families in Gaza. Most recently, they delivered 30 tons of vital medicine, and 82,000 pounds of flour.

Medical Aid For Palestinians: deploys medical teams to treat Palestinians suffering under Israel's malicious bombardments.

Donate e-sims to Palestine: massive post with tutorials and relevant links, with discount codes included in the post and in the replies.

help people leave palestine (donate what you can)

Help a Family Evacuate Gaza (GoGetFunding)

Save Sanaa and her Family (Gofundme)

Save Amjad Saher and his family (Gofundme)

Help a family of 13 escape Gaza (Gofundme)

Help a Palestinian children's book illustrator save her family of 12 (Gofundme)