OKAY!! I finally organized all my fics from ao3 into a folder <3
It goes:
"steviewashere ao3 fics â all (no nsfw work)"
Then you can pick what pairing you want. And within the pairing folder is another set of folders based on rating.
I DIDN'T sort them by archive warning ratings. However, when you click on the pdf, it should give you a preview in Google Drive. On the first page states all of the tags, archive warnings, pairings, etc. Just like it would be on archive.
Google Drive will be the only place, outside of AO3, where you can download my works at this time. I'll look into other places when I see fit.
Steve not thinking his flirting is working because he keeps putting on the Harrington charm but Eddie hasn't tried to get into his pants yet.
But Eddie really wants to be with Steve for the long haul so he's trying to demonstrate he would be a good partner by Providing Food whenever they hang out.
After getting out of the hospital, Eddie and Steve somehow fell into a whirlwind romance and now they have an apartment together! Eddie is still riding the high of it all one day when he has someone from his new job over and they say âAre you sure Steve lives here?â
âHuh?â
âItâs just, this apartment is extremely you but Iâm not seeing anything that says âSteve.â Granted I donât know the guy too well, butâŚâ
Eddie looks around. Sees a lot of metal and fantasy shit, a lot of dark colors. He knows if he went into the bedroom he would find Steveâs colorful wardrobe and the kitchen is stocked with dishes and utensils that Steve picked out himself but thatâs it. Theres not a single sports thing to be found and not a single poster or tape related to anything other than metal.
Heâs not sure what to make of it. Brings it up to Steve later, asks why thereâs nothing that Steve likes around the apartment. And Steve says something devastating.
He says it all nonchalant, too. Big smile on his face, eyes crinkled, something amused in his expression. He's got a hand extended to Eddie, to bring him to bed so they can just sleep and everything will be fine.
But then Eddie has this defiant, fight this, furrow between his brows. "No, it absolutely does matter. What happened to all your baseball cards? And the...the little model cars? You had so many of those in your old bedroom!"
Steve just shrugs. "Got rid of 'em, I guess."
"...Why?"
"Like I said, Eds, it doesn't matter," Steve repeats, exasperated. He shuffles down under the coversâthick and black and all Eddie. "Come to bed, I'm sleepy."
Every single time Eddie goes to the store, he picks up a pack of Topps and makes Steve open them up at the kitchen table. And when Steve gets excited, but tries to immediately smother himself, Eddie leans in and asks what's special. Then, it's the model cars from the toy store. The Lego sets from the Mall of America when they take a trip through Minnesota. Hall & Oates tapes from the record store, Tom Cruise on VHS, Beatles records that Steve reminisces on from when he was little and danced with his mom. Gym equipment that Steve was afraid would, "Take up too much space."
And he says that a lot, too. Steve always mentions, "Are you sure I should bring this into the apartment? This might take up too much space." He says it about anything he's interested in, no matter what. Eddie always has to drag him through the store, force him to buy the thing, take him back home, and create space for Steve.
Soon, their apartment is warmer, fuller. It's all mismatched and wild colored, but Eddie doesn't mind. Because Steve matters to him. And this is their space.
Little baby Steve Harrington who actually does admire his dad somewhat and wants to feel "grown up". So he disappears and comes back dressed in his dad's work suit
But then he gets spanked and sent to his room for getting into his dad's things. Steve just thought it would be funny, but also that his dad would think it to be sweet. Since then?
Since then, Steve hasn't wanted to be his dad in any regard. Because that means temper, and that means punishment, and that means being hurt. And yet, he still ends up with his dad's anger, and he has to put it somewhereâthen he gets beaten to a pulp by guys at school, guys who had to learn to fight back against their own dads. Whereas Steve didn't learn how to defend himself because he was always too small to, or he just made himself scarce so that there was nothing to punish him for.
Steve hates wearing suits. Steve hates most confrontation. Steve hates voices rising and fast movements. Steve hates being silenced. Steve hates crying in front of his friends. Steve hates hurting. Steve hates letting himself be hurt.
Steve can take it, but he doesn't want to.
When he later starts dating Eddie, a lot of that hurt and fear comes back up without his permission. Mainly due to what Eddie wants to try in the bedroom, and Steve always wanting to be a pleaser forces himself to try. And then Eddie puts his hand on him once and it's like all hell breaks loose; Steve cries and sobs and flinches and whimpers and curls himself small and falls so hard into subdrop, he literally can't come back up for days. Eddie tries to hold him, to soothe with good words, but he has to keep a distance because Steve keeps flinching at him. (All Steve can think about is how his dad rushed to reassure him after every time he hurt Steve, him rushing with his arms open for hugs, and empty praises. All for his dad to get mean and angry again, to be the asshole again). Steve can't take niceness, he doesn't know what to do with it because it's been tainted for him so many times before.
Eddie Munsonâs second language is Spanish (Hispanic from his momâs side), and Steve Harringtonâs second language (TO ME) is Canadian French (his mom is French). They both later learn ASL because Steve loses most of his hearing.
Eddie Munsonâs second language is Spanish (Hispanic from his momâs side), and Steve Harringtonâs second language (TO ME) is Canadian French (his mom is French). They both later learn ASL because Steve loses most of his hearing.
Haven't done this in 4 months apparently, and already the oldest comments in my inbox are from a user who deleted their account! (Jesus Christ I need to get this under control lmao)
Also, like, I do appreciate comments! I've also just been hella busy what with packing and moving and working and vet bills and ripping out my hair, but it's whatevs. Uhhhh if you've commented on a fic of mine in the last four months, be prepared for a reply (hopefully) within the next week. (I make no promises because I work this week and literally am working on being trained/certified for a promotion)
and Eddie Munson the convenience store clerk wondering who the hell sold fuckin' Robin Buckley weed. and also realizing he's going to have to clean up his high school crush's piss off the linoleum. it's 11:32 PM and he's already done with everything for the rest of ever.
and Eddie Munson the convenience store clerk wondering who the hell sold fuckin' Robin Buckley weed. and also realizing he's going to have to clean up his high school crush's piss off the linoleum. it's 11:32 PM and he's already done with everything for the rest of ever.
every day I watch my cat form thoughts in his little head
and every day, every single one of his thoughts are, "how much can I piss off the person who buys me toys and treats and gives me cuddles?" the other thought in his head is, "how hard can I hurt myself? and how costly will it be? I love the vet's office :3"
every day I watch my cat form thoughts in his little head
and every day, every single one of his thoughts are, "how much can I piss off the person who buys me toys and treats and gives me cuddles?" the other thought in his head is, "how hard can I hurt myself? and how costly will it be? I love the vet's office :3"
