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Serious update: Why I discontinued the Mite Steve AU and the RRFF Extended AU
(Just to clear any worries I just spawned: don't worry, RRFF will not be discontinued, and Mite isn't gone forever. I just have different plans now.)
This is actually a decision that I made months ago, but it took me a long time to figure out how to explain my reasoning in a way that gave me emotional closure, without leaving it on a sad note. Well, I finally know what to say. I admit that the timing is awkward since I just had to delay the Reverse Rewrite AU, rip. But I don't want to delay this anymore, so here we go.
(Heads up: minor spoilers for RRFF in this explanation. It’s actually a spoiler for a plot point that’ll never be explored, but here’s a little heads up in case someone wanted it)
Why the Mite Steve AU is discontinued
Short explanation: I have drastically different ideas and plans for this AU now. I no longer want Mite’s story to be related to the Galaxy Family or Steve lore in general. Because of my new plans, I want to scrap the AU and start over in a new setting.
Long explanation:
The Mite Steve AU is basically a case of me mulling over a story idea for so long that new plans conflict with old plans. That's the fun thing about working on the same idea for years: current me is looking at past me's work and thinking of different ways to handle it.
For the Mite Steve AU, I actually never had a clear story - just a bunch of ideas around a concept I really liked. If you've been following this blog for years, you probably saw all the ideas I bounced around. Like Mite and Galaxy having an estranged father-son relationship, Void existing in this AU, Proto-Mite, Mite having a bunch of issues to work on (like his arrogance and his inability to relax), and Zero.
I've received some asks about the Mite Steve AU, but the truth is, I never had answers for these questions to begin with. I wanted Mite to defend Steves against a new threat, but I never figured out who or what that new threat was. I never figured out why Mite and Galaxy grew distant. I kept changing my ideas for Mite's origins. The only concrete ideas I had were Mite being a fusion, his personality, and his powers.
However, I enjoyed this messy idea phase without stressing too much, since this AU was just for fun. I figured all the pieces would come together eventually, and I’d figure out which ideas to keep and which ideas to make "uncanon" by then for the official story.
Fast forward to 2022. I stopped posting weekly about the Mite Steve AU because at that point, my ideas were really starting to conflict with each other, and I needed time to process it silently. During that time, one update I made for the revamped replacement of the Blue Straggler AU was taking it out of the Steve Saga world and building an original world. Because of that, I thought, "hey, what if I also take Mite Steve out of the Steve Saga world?" That made me realize something important:
The Mite Steve AU and what it was meant to be has changed, and I realized I'm no longer interested in making Mite’s story centered around the Galaxy Family, or Steve Saga lore in general.
Originally, my plan for this AU was, "hey, I like talking about the Galaxy Family through my fanworks! Let's make Mite’s story explore the Galaxy Family!” Then RRFF became my main focus. It turns out I got everything I wanted to say about the Galaxy Family through RRFF, and I’m content with using just RRFF to express all my love and creativity around the Family. I don’t need the Mite Steve AU to be another huge Galaxy Family fanfic. Since the Galaxy Family is the main thing I focus on in TSS, I realized there is no reason to keep Mite in TSS lore either. I'd rather use Mite’s story to explore different concepts now.
Eventually, I decided this was the route I wanted to take! So, I kept the few ideas that aligned with this new route and left most of the original ideas behind, so that I can focus on delivering these remaining ideas in the most epic way possible. I always knew I'd have to scrap some ideas once I decided on something, but wow, I never expected that I would basically scrap the entire AU and switch the lore!
Ultimately, this is what I mean by discontinuing the AU and starting the story over. I’m really excited with the new direction I have in mind, and I hope you guys enjoy it too once I’m ready to post about Mite again!
Which brings me to my next topic: Why the RRFF Extended AU is discontinued
What does the Mite Steve AU have to do with the RRFF Extended AU being discontinued too?
Here's the thing...the Mite Steve AU and the RRFF Extended AU are the same AU! Yes, this is a spoiler for RRFF, but RRFF and Mite’s story are connected!
While I was editing RRFF years ago, I had a thought to make RRFF connected to the Mite Steve AU, and I went with it, creating the RRFF Extended AU. RRFF became a prequel to the Mite Steve AU. I started planning a spin-off sequel for RRFF, which would connect RRFF to Mite Steve's backstory.
I’m discontinuing the RRFF Extended AU because that AU is the Mite Steve AU - the AU I didn’t have a clear story for and the AU I’m scrapping for new ideas and changed interests. I no longer want to write another multi-chapter Galaxy Family fanfic, so I’m canceling my plan to write RRFF’s spin-off sequel. I just want to focus all of my love and attention on RRFF, Memory, and Illusion.
How these AU's discontinuations will affect RRFF
Short answer: The only effect it will have on RRFF is some unanswered questions. RRFF will continue as is. RRFF will be a stand-alone story now.
Long answer:
Let me make this clear: although the process is slow, I do not plan to discontinue RRFF. The Mite Steve AU/RRFF extended AU may be discontinued, but RRFF is far from over! I still love RRFF and want to finish it and share the remaining chapters!
That said, there will be unanswered questions in RRFF due to the RRFF extended AU being discontinued. I don’t think I’ll ever answer these questions, since I never had solid answers in the first place. I hope the main story with Memory and Illusion is satisfying though, even if the subplots and hints about [Six Bright Eyes] and [the Narrator] will never get closure.
Final notes
Thank you so much for all the love the Mite Steve AU has received in the past ;0; I love Mite, and I'm so happy you guys enjoy him as well. Even though the AU is discontinued, I loved making posts for it while it was active!
Mite will return one day! Just in a completely different premise and setting - one that'll bring his story to his full potential. However, it’ll take some time until I’m ready to post about him again. If you’re interested and ok with waiting, thank you so much!
To everyone who's followed the journey of the Mite Steve AU and read all of this, thank you so so much. Take care!
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Different Worlds 4 (August/September, 1979). Jennell Jaquays cover, colored by Steve Oliff. A solid “possibilities of roleplaying” sort of collage, in her early cartoon style. Remember those alien mites on the left, you’re going to see something like them again in the summer…
#roleplaying game#tabletop rpg#dungeons & dragons#rpg#d&d#ttrpg#Chaosium#Different Worlds#Jennell Jaquays#noimport
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My Ponyboy Headcannons
He’s really good singing. He doesn’t do it often or in front of people, but he’s really good at it.
He likes horror books but Darry doesn’t let him read them because he thinks they play into his nightmares
His favorite color is purple
His favorite soda isn’t Pepsi, it’s actually Dr. Pepper or Cola
Charlie Woods (from TWTTIN) actually knows Ponyboy very well, and would sometimes lets him bake rolls or serve tables at his bar before he died.
He has very curly hair and he’s very insecure about it. He greases it back before his brothers or the gang wake up so nobody sees it.
He has multiple scars on his arms from tripping, but they are very faint
He has so many freckles that, if you look at him from a specific angle, it looks like he has a tan.
He wears glasses
He LOVES physical touch, hugging people or wrestling make him very happy
He’s ticklish on the back of his knees but nowhere else.
He wears socks to sleep and everyone thinks he’s weird.
He got a secret job to help pay the bills.
He can either skateboard or bike
He really likes listening to music, but not the kind that the gang blasts from the radio
Someone outside of the gang taught him how to drive when he was really young (11 or 12) but Steve and Sodapop seemed really excited at the idea of teaching him so he pretended not to know how to make them happy
He doesn’t want to go to college, but decides to go anyway because Darry and Sodapop want him to.
He has tons of school friends and sometimes hangs out with them outside of school
He loves sweet and salty food
He got bullied a lot in middle school and gets bullied high school but never told anyone
He can’t fight as well as Dally, but he’s braver and more loyal than anyone else.
He’s always hated his hair color, almost as much as his eye color.
He’s a clean freak and probably has OCD (if he and Sodapop didn’t share a room, Sodapops room would be a mess)
He has ADHD but it’s less severe, that’s why he always has his head in the clouds
He has panic attacks all the time
He loves putting a smile on peoples faces
He draws as if Da Vinci’s soul has possessed his body
He extremely photogenic to the point it’s actually terrifying
He’s HIGHLY allergic to dust mites or mold
He doesn’t get sick that often, but when he does, it’s bad
He hangs pictures of the gang and his friends on the wall of his room
He can do a perfect handstand
He’s really small for his age
He has a softer version of Georgie Cooper Jr.’s voice
He buys small gifts and leaves them at his gangs doorsteps or mailboxes without a note so he can get the genuine reaction to the gift instead of the faked one.
He likes driving at night with the windows down and radio on
He’s more of a cat person than a dog person
His mom nicknamed him after something like: Daisy, Strawberry, Bambi, Colt, or anything else along those lines
Every single bad note that he’s ever gotten thrown or passed to him in class he’s kept in a folder so that he can light them on fire when he graduates
He wears tons of jewelry
He grew up with the mindset of “Johnny is the baby, not you” so if he and Johnny got jumped or hurt together, he always made sure to focus more on Johnny than himself
He’s has tons of awards for track, spelling bee’s, art contests and more hidden in his closet
He has a diary
He gets jealous when he sees other people get picked up from school by their parents or older siblings
He can change his personality depending on who he’s hanging out with
He will constantly apologize to teachers for “Wasting their time” he if he accidentally turns in an assignment a few hours late
He’s never gotten detention before
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Show Don't Tell - Part 2
part 1, part 3
Eddie didn’t understand what had happened or how quickly it had happened. So they’d fought. He’d been upset, Steve had been upset, but they had argued before. They were both opinionated, stubborn, a little bitchy, it was what made them click in some ways. How could Steve just… leave? Eddie was supposed to be the one who ran away. He read the note dozens of times trying to find some secret clue to make it make sense.
No matter how many times he went over it though, Steve’s note just didn’t make sense. “I hope you find someone someday that you love as much I love you now” what the fuck? How was Steve still so convinced Eddie didn’t love him? Convinced enough to skip town? He was probably just visiting Robin. He was coming back, right? On the drive home Eddie told himself again and again that he was overreacting. Steve was upset, he skipped town to see Robin and when he got back Eddie could yell at him for a while and then they’d fix things. Even if he still wasn’t sure how. He’d figure that out when Steve got back.
Wayne knew something was wrong the second Eddie stepped foot in the trailer. Eddie didn’t have to say a word and his uncle was giving him that soft concerned look and pulling out two beers.
‘Anything I need to know, son?’ And wasn’t actually being understood such a relief?
He didn’t really want to rehash everything so he just handed Wayne the note and started in on his beer. Wayne’s eyebrows did a lot of work in his face and that he took a long drink too. ‘So you and Steve split?’ He asked cautiously. ‘I thought things were going okay?’
Eddie sat up. ‘What? No! Why?’
Wayne’s eyebrows did some more complicated movements. ‘On account of this Dear John note you just handed me, kid? Is there more to the story?’
‘We just fought, that’s all.’
‘I don’t want to tell you your business, Ed, but this seems like some fight.’
‘He’s been a bit insecure, I guess, since Robin went away to college and the kids are busy at school. I try to cheer him up and most of the time it works great.’
‘I know,’ Wayne smiled, just a little. ‘Boy always looks like you’re the first person to ever cook him a hot meal.’
Eddie winced. ‘I think I am, his folks…’ no more really needed to be said there. Wayne got it. ‘Then yesterday I ask if he’s okay and he actually asks if I even love him? Can you believe that?’
‘You?!’ It was gratifying that Wayne was as surprised as Eddie.
‘Right!?’
‘That seems a mite more than a bit insecure, Eds, you dote on Steve.’ Wayne frowned. ‘More going on with that boy than he lets on, I suppose. What did you say to that?’
A second wince. ‘Well I blew up a bit. It just hurt, you know? Feeling like nothing I did was good enough.’
‘I’m not saying you’re wrong,’ Wayne handed the note back and tapped a nail on the glass of his beer bottle. ‘But it seems like whatever has Steve so upset, is bigger than what you give him. You can’t buy nobody’s happiness, though I’m sure his daddy tried.’
‘Yeah…’ Eddie slumped against the side of the couch. ‘I know… but it wasn’t like that. I wasn’t just giving him some gas station bouquet and calling it romance, Wayne. I did everything I could to make him happy and…’ he sniffed. ‘I just feel like I don’t have anything left.’
‘If he comes back,’ Wayne waved down Eddie immediate argument that of course he was coming back and kept talking over him. ‘If he comes back and you decide that you want to fix it, you can have that conversation then. If you want him back.’
‘If!!’ Eddie nearly knocked his beer over with his flailing. ‘Of course I want him back. What are you talking about? It’s Steve!’
‘You deserve someone who tells you that your love is good enough, not someone who skips town. I feel for Steve, I do, but you’re my kid and I say you deserve better than that.’ He pointed to the note. ‘It’s not your fault if he didn’t believe you saying you loved him.’
That tripped Eddie up a little and once again words weren’t needed between him and his uncle. Wayne frowned deeper. ‘You did tell him, right Ed?’
‘Of course I did,’ Eddie huffed, trying to remember. ‘We just don’t say it all the time.’ His voice was losing confidence though. He could remember Steve saying it, back in November and a few times before Christmas. He remember kissing him and talking and being happy, but Eddie’s memories were sparkling and slippery with lovesickness. He brushed the doubt away. ‘It’s like you and me. We don’t need to say it like we have something to prove. Show don’t tell.’ Wayne didn’t seem convinced by that explanation, which annoyed Eddie a little. ‘We’re not telling each other we love each other every day, you think I don’t love you? You’ve always let me know in real ways not words.’
‘We don’t say it much, true,’ Wayne nodded. ‘But kid, you never needed me to.’
‘Right!’ Eddie gestured at him in vindication. ‘Exactly!’
Wayne didn’t look convinced again. ‘Did Steve need you to?’
‘He shouldn’t.’
‘That aint always how it works. Folks need different things, Ed. You gotta hear them when they ask.’
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Other chapters: Part 1, part 3
#steddie#steddie drabble#stranger things drabble#my fics#steddie angst#angst#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson
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BATMAN SUPERMAN WORLDS FINEST no.25 • cover art • Joëlle Jones [Mar 2024]
Join Batman and Superman as the World’s Finest team celebrates 25 issues of World’s Finest!
This oversized special issue takes our heroes around the DCU and beyond—with a special lead story that will at last showcase the first meeting between The Joker and Lex Luthor. The World's Finest villains form an unholy alliance and will send chills down the spines of the DCU Heroes forevermore!
PLUS: Spinning out of the events of the World's Finest Annual, Doom-Mite strikes and points the way to the next World's Finest epic!
(W) Mark Waid (A) Dan Mora, Steve Pugh (CA) Joëlle Jones
#BATMAN SUPERMAN WORLDS FINEST no.25#Joëlle Jones#Batman Superman World’s Finest#Joker#Lex Luthor#DCU
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February Writing Stuff
I had a very quiet 15k goal in January. I exceeded it by 4k, which is rad, because in another world I would have aimed for 20k, missed it, and gotten mad at myself. It will be 17.5k for the month of Feb, because it's a mite short (though less short than usual), and I'm still doing the game where I experiment to find out what works best, which will help in the long run, but does make things take longer in the short term.
On AO3:
One of each of the Whalers, then probably some more Whalers after that.
On tumblr:
SOTM: Dying for a Vinny/Anton update! AND Does Bruno Roy notice the tension between his poor rookie and Theo in the house?
Patreon and Kickstarter stuff below the cut:
On Patreon:
SOTWs: 4th, 18th
SOTMs: Mathesons & Petersens pls! Steve’s sisters melting over Jared in person or Susan meeting Stephen with Elaine over wines! AND Gabe/Stephen
Via Email:
SOTWs: 11th, 25th
Extras I lied again last month so let’s just say they’re coming when I’m actually in the final stretch of BTT
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"I AM THE MITE."
World's Finest #27
by Mark Waid; Dan Mora/Travis Mercer; Tamara Bonvillain and Steve Wands
DC
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Ages ago, @awrubyblue made some fanart with Bucky finding a pocket size version of Steve. (Sadly I am unable to find them now, or I would link to them.)
My shipper brain immediately ran wild with a new type of Soulmate AU. Where you get a little version of your soulmate to carry around - I called it Pockets AU. And after blabbing on and on and on and on and on to my friend @subluxate about it, they made this AMAZING fic.
I finally remembered to ask permission to post it. I hope you enjoy. (Let me know if you do, they also wrote a fic about Steeb after Steve gets the serum.)
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Characters: Sarah Rogers, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Steeb, Booky
Timeline: 1910s, very pre CA:TFA
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Genre: Soulmates, Kids, Wholesome, Shortfic, idk genres anymore just tropes
Word Count: 898
Steven is still snoring away when Sarah walks back to the bed they share. He’s rosy-cheeked, not fever-flushed like he tends to be when he makes noise like that, but then it’s getting to be autumn and his allergies do kick up around the middle of September.
“Wake up, love,” she says over the monstrous sounds coming from her wee lad. “Time for breakfast.”
His ready alertness, such a trial when he’s ill, is a blessing the precious times he’s well. He pushes himself up and smiles at her, covering a yawn with his hand. He thinks she doesn’t know he’s lost a tooth a bit before it was ready to come out, which tells her all she needs to know about how he lost it.
The yawn ends on a tiny squeak. Steven stares at her, his eyes huge in his narrow face.
“Got a pet mouse, have you?” Sarah asks for lack of anything else to say.
He shakes his head. “I didn’t do that.” He drops his hand from his mouth, and his thumb brushes against his pocket. A moment later, he’s yanked the pocket open--oh, she’s glad he didn’t pop a stitch, she has enough patching to do already--and is staring down into it. “Mama?”
Steven hasn’t called her ‘Mama’ since he declared himself a big boy on his birthday. “What is it?” she asks, already resigned to a dying kitten he found and forgot to mention.
He dips his other hand into the pocket. His fingers wiggle, and then he’s got hold of whatever it is and is drawing it free of the fabric. It whines and rolls over in Steven’s hand, burying its face against the ball of his thumb.
Sarah’s seen smaller, but not in some years, not since her younger sister woke to a similar little being sleeping under her hair. “That’s not a mouse,” she tells her son.
He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving the Pocket curling up in his hand. “It’s a Pocket,” he breathes. “Mama, I have a Pocket!”
Every house should have at least one, Sarah thinks as she leans down to kiss Steven’s forehead and get a better look at the pajama-clad little Pocket in her wee lad’s hand. “You’ll have to name your Pocket,” she tells him.
“I gotta think about it.” He sounds more congested, but he’s alert and still not fevered, so she stands and doesn’t stop him following her out to breakfast.
“I’m sorry we haven’t a thing for you to wear,” she tells the dark-haired little Pocket before she leaves for work, while Steven yanks on his short pants. “I’ll try to make you something tonight. Steven, mind the hems!”
The Pocket gives her a wide, sweet smile. He’s missing a tooth himself, the lower right front. She knew lads with smiles like that when she was a child herself, always either the most trouble or the most loyal. He babbles at her, a wash of playful happiness in the sounds, and Sarah wishes she could kiss his head.
Not that it would bother Steven or his Pocket, of course, but something always feels wrong to Sarah when she touches someone else’s Pocket. That seemed more common at home, but maybe it’s just living in the tenements and crowds that makes people so indifferent here. Half the time, they never seem to notice their hand has passed through a bit of someone’s love and soul.
“Make sure he names you today,” she continues to the Pocket. “He’s a mite stubborn sometimes, so you make sure he understands if you like a name, all right? Don’t go letting him run all over you.”
“Ma,” Steven groans at her. He finishes buttoning his shirt. “You’re giving him a bad impression of me!” His voice sounds thicker than it has the rest of the morning, enough that it takes her a moment to understand his words.
“A bad impression it might be, but an accurate one,” she says. “Remember your handkerchiefs, mind your teacher, I love you.” She kisses her boy’s head and lets herself out and does not worry about him making it to school on his own, just as she hasn’t worried since his first day.
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She should have worried, she realizes when she gets home to find her son with a bruise rising on his jaw, a sturdy dark-haired lad about a year older than him, and the mending basket pulled out between them.
“Oh, Steven,” she sighs, since he’ll be disappointed if she doesn’t. “Who’s your friend, then?”
“Ma, this is Booky.” He sounds even worse than when she left, but it’s nothing a bit of steam won’t help. “Booky, this is my ma.”
“Booky?” she asks the lad, since she’s certain she hasn’t heard Steven correctly.
Possibly Booky hops to his feet. “Bucky, ma’am.” He smiles at her, sweet and wide and missing a tooth. “James Buchanan Barnes. I go to school with Stevie.”
“Steeb,” Steven grumbles, but he doesn’t do more than that.
“Nah, remember? That’s Steeb,” Bucky says, pointing to the tiniest Pocket Sarah has ever seen. He has wispy blond hair and looks as though he’s trying to climb Steven. “An’ that’s Booky.” This time, he points to the one rummaging through the mending.
“He’s not Booky!”
“He’s Booky,” Bucky confides to Sarah.
At least she can kiss the top of his head.
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Just a Crush 2 | Steve Harrington
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Male!Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Synopsis: Reader is in love with Steve. Unaware of this, Steve makes an insensitive joke. This leads to an argument. Later, Steve tries to talk to the reader, causing an emotional encounter where Steve has to confront his denial of his own sexuality. Sad ending.
Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, internalized homophobia, crying, reader may be a little biphobic but hey it’s the 80’s, self deprecation, sad ending :(
Author’s note: You could probably read this as a stand alone but I would recommend reading part one first. The gray ash scene doesn’t happen in this story. Also thank you to the reader who asked for part two. I wasn’t planning on making one but I’m really happy with how this turned out. I read all your comments and tags!
Part 1
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You’re sitting in the backseat with Robin on the way to Hawkins High. There are boxes in the trunk of Steve’s car ready to donate. Dustin of course, insisted he sit shotgun, little brat. Maybe he’s entering his rebellious teenager phase, or whatever that looks like for a dork that plays D&D and goes to science camp.
Four car doors slam as you exit the vehicle and begin grabbing boxes from the back. A girl points you to where you can help those hit hardest by the ‘ earthquake.’ Robin goes to help make sandwiches, Dustin wanders off to god knows where, while Steve and you sort donations.
You’ve been trying your best to not make things awkward with Steve. After all, you were able to be friends with him before… all of that, so you should be able to stay friends after. That’s what people say right? That it’s good to maintain friendships with someone after you break up with- I mean sleep with them and neither of you ever mention it again.
Your position sorting clothes just so happened to give you and Steve the perfect vantage point to watch Robin fumble through a conversation with Vickie. It seems like things are actually… going well though, shockingly. Maybe the two most awkward sapphics in Hawkins may actually just figure it out.
“Fast Times, 53 minutes 5 seconds.” Steve remarks while throwing a shirt over his shoulder.
“What?” You respond, face twisting in confusion.
“I told Robin, Vickie returned Fast Times at Ridgemont High at 53 minutes and 5 seconds. The only people who do that are people who like boobies. Looks like I was right.” Steve says smugly.
You’re briefly stunned that the word ‘boobies’ just came out of the mouth of a fully grown man before remembering who you’re talking to. “Oh, right.” you reply. Steve pauses for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should say what he wants to say next.
“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t know.” He laughs awkwardly.
Asshole.
“Come on, I was just joking.” Steve quickly offers, apparently your change in mood was visible. Damn it.
“Oh I know.” You say, “it’s just a bit ironic, don’t you think?”
Steve briefly looks confused before the dust mites in his brain manage to turn the light bulb on.
“Oh my god.” You say while shaking your head at him. “You didn’t even remember?”
“No I-” he stammers. “It’s not like that I just-”
“I can’t even believe you right now.” You cut him off. He looks down, unable to respond; in the silence you take a moment to take in this information.
“Yeah,” you pause. “Yeah, you know what I think I’m just going to go.”
“No- wait listen I-” he starts.
“No. Steve, don’t.” You say as you start walking towards the exit.
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You’re almost proud of yourself. If what happened last week happened even a month ago, it would have broken you. You haven’t spoken to Steve since your ‘fight.’ Normally you would have to see him at work, but the video store shut down ever since giant cracks showed up in the ground.
You needed some air though. You hadn't left your house much since… that, and things were starting to feel cramped. You end up sitting on a sun bleached bench at one of Hawkin’s many luxurious parks. It’s strangely quiet. The overgrown soccer field you used to play on as a kid is empty. Moms are more hesitant to let their kids play outside; worried they’ll fall into a giant crevice or something. But this is what you wanted, right? To be alone.
“Hey,” someone says from behind. You recognize the voice.
“How’d you find me,” you ask without turning. He sighs, after seeing your demeanor he knows how this conversation is going to go. Nevertheless he makes his way around the bench and sits next to you.
“I asked your parents.” He says, you scoff at him.
“Look, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” He adds.
“I’m not one of your kids.” You respond flatly.
“Oh, so that means I can’t care about you?” he asks rhetorically.
“No…” you say quietly.
“Look I,” he pauses. “I just wanted to apologize.”
“For what? All you did was forget about a fling that meant nothing to you.” You say turning to look at him. He seems tired. His normally perfect hair is flatter than usual.
“It didn’t mean nothing I just,” he averts his gaze. “I’m not gay, man.” You nod lightly at his words before taking in a breath.
“Could have fooled me.” you respond sarcastically. Steve sucks his teeth and adjusts his posture.
“You were there for all the conversations about how I don’t know what I want. You,” he pauses. “If you chose to ignore those in hope that something else would come out of that night…” He turns to look at you again. “Then I don’t know what to tell you.”
“You are so fucking selfish.” You say quietly.
“Jesus I-” he hesitates. “It’s not my fault if you caught feelings.”
Steve regrets the words the second they exit his mouth. There’s a long silence. It makes you thankful for the emptiness of the park. This isn’t exactly the kind of conversation you’d want to have with an audience.
“Y’know this is a really great apology Steve.” You say plainly.
“Well what do you want me to say?” Steve exclaims. “That I wish I were gay for you? That I wish things were different?”
Yes. That is what you would like him to say. You can feel your eyes begin to water. Your throat is starting to tighten, making finishing this conversation without crying feel increasingly unlikely.
“Look, it was fun alright, but what I’ve had with girls… what I had with Nance-”
“Oh for fuck sakes Steve.” You stop him from continuing, angry tears streaming down your face. Steve turns to you, surprised by your sudden outburst.
“You are so stuck on her. I mean, what's it been? Two years? Since you two last dated? She’s moved on. And you're just,” your throat tightens, causing you to hiccup, “so obsessed with her.” You say while shaking your head slowly.
“Do not bring Nancy into this.” Steve responds, his voice revealing he is more agitated than he’s been at any other point in this conversation.
“You are the one who brought her up!” you cry.
“Oh…” he says quietly.
You move your hand to rub your eyes, this conversation is giving you a headache. It feels like forever till one of you speaks again.
“Look, that night brought up feelings in me that I don’t know how to describe.” he says in a measured, quiet tone.
You look at him, slightly surprised. Maybe… maybe there’s a chance of this working out. If he’s able to recognize he has those feelings…
“It’s complicated. I mean,” he fidgets with his hands. “I like girls, and maybe I…” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He can’t even say it. You look at him with pity, knowing how difficult it can be to come to terms with being gay.
“I like girls.” He repeats. “And if…” he pauses to compose himself, “if liking girls makes my life easier, why shouldn’t I just stick with that.” He finishes his sentence quietly. His eyes are distant, like he isn’t even there. Tears form. You look away from him to process his confession.
God.
How could you have been so stupid. He couldn’t even say it and you… you somehow thought that there was any chance of being with him? You really thought he would change his entire life trajectory, throw away his dreams of a family for you?
You look at him with anger, though whether the anger is for him or yourself, you don't know.
“You are a coward, Steve Harrington.” You say shortly.
“I know.” He responded, refusing to meet your gaze.
You turn away from him, but can still see his tears falling from the corner of your eye.
Part of you wants to tell him that it’s ok. That you understand how he feels, but you can’t. Not honestly, and your days of lying to Steve so he can feel better about himself are over.
Instead you stand up and walk away, wondering if that’s what you should have done the second he sat down.
#Steve Harrington x reader#Steve Harrington x y/n#Steve Harrington x you#Steve Harrington x m!reader#Steve Harrington reader insert#Steve Harrington x male!reader#Reader insert#Stranger Things#Stranger Things reader insert#Stranger Things angst#Steve Harrington angst#Steve Harrington fanfiction#Steve Harrington fanfic#Steve Harrington fic#Strangerthings fanfiction#Stranger Things fanfiction#Stranger Things fan fic#Stranger Things fic#Angst#Unrequited love#Steve Harrington#stranger things#Sad ending
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Kas!Eddie: Hey Vecna?
Vecna: *sighing*... yes?
Kas!Eddie: Did you know dogs like squeaky toys because they mimic the screams of their prey?
Vecna: What the-.
Kas!Eddie: There is no physical evidence to say that today is Thursday, we all just have to trust that someone has kept count since the first one ever.
Vecna: Dude what.
Kas!Eddie: There are face mites which live inside your pores next to your hair follicle, eat your sebum, don’t have anuses and come out at night to mate on your skin. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
Vecna: *disgusted* Please, stop ...
Kas!Eddie: Turkeys love the taste of their own kind so much that they will cannibalize themselves. While they are still alive.
Vecna: ...
Kas!Eddie: You know I could go on like this forever, right?
Vecna: Oh my god fine! I'm not going to kill Steve Harrington. Happy?
Kas!Eddie: See, that wasn't so hard, wasn't it?
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November 1 was the day I created Blue Straggler 2 years ago! I wanted to draw something to celebrate his birthday, but unfortunately, I couldn’t come up with a drawing I was happy with. So instead, I’m going to share the warm-up sketch I did manage to finish. Have a Proto-Blue Straggler. You can tell him apart from Proto-Mite because of the details on his face ^^
Happy birthday to my blue space child!
[ID: a sketchy drawing of young Blue Straggler against a white background. He is a young man with chin-length wavy hair covering the left side of his face, with the faintest outline of galaxy substance peeking through his hair. He wears a lace up v-neck shirt with baggy sleeves and long trousers. He wears a cape with an open collar, which is draped over his shoulders. The end of the cape reaches his ankles. He looks up while holding his right hand up front of him. He has an awestruck expression with a diamond-shaped star twinkling in his right eye. End ID.]
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(Hanahaki AU tag)
“And you’re really sure he wouldn’t go for it?”
“He’s straight, man.” Eddie shrugs. “It is what it is.”
“Yeah, but still. You never know.”
Eddie cocks his head inquiringly. Steve flushes, looking awkward as hell.
“C’mon, you know what I mean. You’re a catch, dude. And the way you talk about him…even if he’s never, I dunno, thought about it before—if he’s cool enough for you to be into like this, I bet he’d think about it at least.”
Eddie laughs. “So your argument is that I could turn a straight guy? You trying to tell me something, Harrington?”
His dumb heart is in his throat, a delusional little tendril singing what if, but Steve just ducks his head and says, “Shut up, I’m trying to give you a damn compliment here.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Eddie swipes at his face, trying to smear away the sweat building up from standing right in the sun like a dumbass. “But you know thinking about it’s not gonna do the trick.”
“Well, are you sure you can’t…get over him?” Steve winces like he knows it’s a pretty fucking callous thing to say, and reaches out to touch Eddie’s back, so light it’s almost not a touch at all, just an impulsive spasm. “I just mean. Honestly, I can’t picture this guy who’s, I dunno, badass enough for you to be…”
“Blooming,” says Eddie. “In bloom.”
It sounds almost nice, that way. Like a blush and a springtime smile. Not like hunching over and hacking up a fucking weed in the gray morning light. Not like the physical manifestation of unwantedness forcing its way up his esophagus.
“Yeah.” Steve’s hand hovers for a second, then drops. “I just. I’m trying to understand.”
“You don’t have to understand.” Eddie stares out over the bleached ground, the salt ridges, and thinks, this love is killing me.
———
By the time they reach Sequoia National Forest, the road starting to snake up and up through the mountains, Eddie’s got a plastic bag permanently sitting in his lap so he can hack up flowers every so often and just throw them out all at once when they get to a rest stop.
His stomach and throat hurt a little bit all the time now. He thinks he might’ve been a mite optimistic, giving himself six weeks.
It’s also been a few days since he’s picked up his guitar. It’s not like that’s never happened before, but there’s been a fear slowly simmering in the back of Eddie’s mind that if he leaves it too long, before he knows it, the last time he plays will already have been in his past.
So when they stop for a late lunch at a pull-off just inside the park, Eddie shimmies between the seats and grabs his guitar, climbing out the back of the van. He leans up against a wooden fence and tunes it by ear, wishing he’d thought to bring fresh strings along.
The slightly muddy sound works pretty well for the way he’s just fucking around, though. He doesn’t need it to be crisp and bright, he just wants to pull some vibrating harmonies out into the afternoon air. He just wants to let music move through his hands while he still can.
He strums a quick, choppy chord progression that might be a lead-in to War Pigs, but it doesn’t feel exactly right for the moment; not the way the air smells spicy-sweet and fresh with cedar and alive green things, the way he can tilt his head all the way up and let his spine arch back and back until he’s swaying on his heels and still can’t see the tops of the trees. Instead, he segues into some Simon and Garfunkel, singing along under his breath: Michigan seems like a dream to me now.
A few people stop to watch him, so he starts leaning into it, performing for real, singing louder and letting his scratched-up throat give the song some edge. They clap when he’s done, and Steve joins in with the clapping like a dork.
Eddie’s always been a sucker for a little positive reinforcement, so he grins big and bright at a girl with a Kate Bush pin on her bag and leans over the neck of his guitar to pick out the intro to Running Up That Hill.
He sort of wonders if he’s going to fuck up the lyrics, because it’s not like he’d ever really listened to the song before it saved Max Mayfield’s life, but it turns out they’re burned into his brain. In his hoarse baritone, d’you see how deep the bullet lies sounds less ethereal and more like it’s being ripped right out of his guts.
A small crowd is gathering, which is what he gets for making a spectacle of himself playing pop songs on a late summer afternoon in a tourist area. He soaks up the attention, hopping off the fence and doing a playful little spin between downbeats on the chorus, belting out if I only could! to the happy crowd.
That’s when he notices Steve isn’t smiling so much anymore. Fuck. Eddie hadn’t even thought about—he hadn’t exactly been on the scene when Max’s eyes rolled up in her head, either time, so to him it’s just a song that saved her life. To Steve, this probably brings back all kinds of shitty memories. Eddie’s such an asshole for forgetting.
He wraps up the song and waves off the half-hearted requests for another, slinging the guitar over his back. He jogs over to grab some lukewarm Gatorade from the van, passing a bottle over to Steve too, just kind of checking in.
“Hey,” he says when folks have moved on and it’s just him and Steve among the tall trees. “Sorry. I didn’t think about how that might be, um, a bit of an issue for you.”
Steve just shakes his head. “No, Eddie, c’mon. If, if there’s something that makes you happy, you should do it. You should—get to do stuff you want. I told you. Anything I can do to help, I will.” He smiles over at Eddie, always so fucking sweet. “And hey, the crowd was pretty into it, right? You’re a rock star, dude.”
Eddie tries to smile back, but has to catch himself on the van door as flowers fill his throat so suddenly and violently that he feels like a puppet being jerked around. He shakes and coughs for a very long time.
#steddie#hanahaki au#the lyrics are in fact 'but see how deep the bullet lies'#however I think my level of remembering the lyrics off the top of my head is probably about the same as Eddie's so I left it#the next update will be the final upload on AO3! probably tonight or tomorrow depending how late I get home#I just need to rewrite a couple paragraphs
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Another week means more storyboards which given the preview is showing it's going better than twitter did! Much like the last sequence these are by Marko Bajic from the Trollhunters episode Just Add Water which is a mite different from the final version. Toby clambering into the pull-a-long makes a lot more sense for one.
Sorry if you're hoping for Eli and Steve crammed up in the car window, may we offer you this Jilaire moment instead?
Yeah it's the one you're thinking of.
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Batman/Superman: World’s Finest #26 Review
Batman/Superman: World's Finest #26 Review #batman #superman #worldsfinest #darkknight #manofsteel #dccomics #comics #comicbooks #news #dcu #dcuuniverse #art #info #NCBD #previews #reviews #amazon #DCEU
Writer: Mark Waid
Art: Travis Moore, Tamra Bonvillain, Steve Wands, Dan Mora
Publisher: DC Comics
Price:$3.99
Reviewed by: Anonymous
Release Date: April 16th, 2024
Beware the power of the DOOM-MITE! Following the imp-shattering events of the Batman/Superman: World’s Finest 2024 Annual and #25, it’s up to Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite to convince Batman and Superman that they’re for real this time!…
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Scared for you, Scared for Me.
Little Steddie fic, Also read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45789277
TW: panic attacks, implication of a bad experience coming out. No details.
Eddie may have got a mite protective over Steve when the younger man decided he was going to come out to the wider party. His own experience of coming out to adults who weren't Wayne was heartbreaking at best, downright traumatising at worst, and he wasn't going to stand for his Steve to be hurt in the same way.
He wasn't so worried about the kids; really if they had issue it would be nothing that a stern talking to and a threat to oust them from Hellfire completely wouldn't fix.
It was the adults.
Specifically, it was Hopper that he was the most twitchy about. When the party all sat down for movie night at the Byers, some on the floor and some on the couches, Eddie watched Hopper. Closely.
He gauged the man's mood (fair) his alcohol intake (one beer so far, but that was getting low) and the distance to the front door.
While they have been arranging themselves he had nudged Steve into the corner of the large sofa, the one closest to the front door and sat next to him, directly between him and Hopper. Just in case. He didn't think the man would take a swing but he was going to be prepared for anything.
"Before we start I want to say something" Steve's voice, wavering a little with nerves sounded through the room and everyone turned to look. Eddie could hear Steve speak, but he slipped just a little further forwards on the cushion, beat up reboks finding traction on the wooden floor.
"I'm gay." The words left his mouth and two things happened.
Will slipped from his position on the arm of Hops chair, leg sliding as he caught himself, knocking the remains of his step father's beer into his lap, and Hopper shot up from the chair.
Eddie didn't even think about it, he just reacted, he grabbed Steve and hauled him off the sofa, showing his real strength as he shoved the younger man behind him. His heart was thumping in his ears, almost beating out of his chest as he braced for... something.
A small hand touched his shoulder and he flinched violently, too panicked to see right. He had to get Steve out, had to make sure that Steve was safe. He had to...
"Eddie, I'm safe. I'm safe, I promise, come back." Large hands bracketed his shoulders, as his warm, wide chest pressed against Eddie's shaking back. "It was just an accident, I'm fine. Everyone is fine."
Eddie blinked, clearing his eyes of the panicked film and looked around him. Mostly everyone was where he had left them, except Will had pressed himself into the wall and Hopper had his hands out, palms down and stood as far away as he could get without leaving the room.
The small hand had been Joyce, wide dark eyes filled with understanding. The scene came in and he felt like an idiot. Humiliation flooded his chest in cold waves and he staggered backwards out of the house.
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BATMAN SUPERMAN WORLDS FINEST no.25 • cover art • Dan Mora [Mar 2024]
Join Batman and Superman as the World’s Finest team celebrates 25 issues of World’s Finest!
This oversized special issue takes our heroes around the DCU and beyond--with a special lead story that will at last showcase the first meeting between The Joker and Lex Luthor. The World's Finest villains form an unholy alliance and will send chills down the spines of the DCU Heroes forevermore!
PLUS: Spinning out of the events of the World's Finest Annual, Doom-Mite strikes and points the way to the next World's Finest epic!
(W) Mark Waid (A) Dan Mora, Steve Pugh (CA) Dan Mora
#BATMAN SUPERMAN WORLDS FINEST no.25#Dan Mora#Steve Pugh#Night Flight Comics#Mark Waid#Comic Mail Orders#NFComics#William Shatner#DCU#Batman#Superman#World's Finest
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