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stancy + The Hunger Games AU (mentor!Nancy and tribute!Steve)

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snippet for a the ballad of songbirds and snakes x steddie fic that has been floating around in my head for weeks since i saw the movie hope u like

(spoilers under the cut for tbosbas)

Eddie Munson glares up at Steve Harrington, and he aches to say what’s really on his mind. He can’t though - or he could - but saying what he is really thinking would lead to no one giving him sponsor gifts… and the thing his, if he wants to survive this he needs them more than he wants to admit.

“You want me to survive this?” Eddie asks on a whisper, and Steve nods as his eyes land on the chains that are holding Eddie’s wrists to the table that’s in between them.

“I want you to win this more than any of the other tributes.” Steve admits softly, and he casts a look to those around him. None of the other Academy members have gotten their tributes to talk, and Steve lets his eyes move back to Eddie Munson.

“Then start thinking I might actually win.”

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #snippet #steddie blurb #what’s the term i’m supposed to use #it’s blurb right #anyway #eddie munson is lucy gray btw y’all #steve is coryo but like if he didn’t go bonkers you feel me

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me when my boyfriend takes me on a full date and then proceeds to break up w me after and uses the “it’s not you it’s me” excuse… why go through all the eFFORT

#will delete this later #but needed to vent first

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cough tbosbas x steddie where steve harrington is capitol born and raised and tasked with being a mentor for the 10th annual hungers games for a boy named eddie munson from district twelve and they sing and fall in love your honor cough

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Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.

1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.

2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.

3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.

4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)

5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.

6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.

7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.

8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.

9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.

10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.

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Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Fandom: Stranger Things

Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham / Eddie Munson / Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Time Loop, Heavy Angst, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, and more

Summary:

Loop 1: Chrissy Cunningham dies.

Loop 2: Chrissy Cunningham dies.

Loop 3: Chrissy Cunningham dies.

Loop 17: Chrissy Cunningham dies.

Loop ???: Chrissy Cunningham dies.

She's not going to stop dying until they all survive.

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Introducing my fanfic for NaNoWriMo 2023 a day early! I’ve been working on the outline for this one for a hot minute, and am so excited to be able to share the first chapter with you I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

This is going to be a Chrissy x Eddie x Steve fic, so if that isn’t your cup of tea… then this work of mine isn’t going to be something you’re gonna want to read.

In the same hand PLEASE read the tag warnings on this fic. It features major character death, talk of eating disorders, and several other things that could potentially trigger some people. It is tagged ‘Dead Dove Do Not Eat’ for a reason.

However I’m really really really proud of it so 🩷

#angeldreamsoffanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 wip #nano 2023 #chrissy cunningham/eddie munson/steve harrington

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There are two wolves within you. One of them just came up with a fanfic you desperately need to see, and the other refuses to write it.

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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i’m making a post s4 fix-it fic where eddie ends up with both steve AND chrissy and y’all can pry it out of my cold dead hands.

he has two hands and won’t be afraid to use them

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“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Steve hums as he feels the weight of the question settle in his chest, smiles though as his boyfriend wiggles closer. Cold feet brush against his calves, even colder toes wiggling as they start to leech all of his warmth. Steve shrugs though, a syrupy sort of slowness to his movement as he yawns.

“‘M dunno,” Steve finally responds. It earns him a huff of hot air against his shoulder, before he can feel Eddie nip a bite into the skin where his neck and shoulder meet. Eddie kisses the sore spot, but Steve can feel the smile that’s only just barely hidden.

Like it’s a secret just for him and him alone.

“You have to know,” Eddie’s voice is scratchy- just enough that Steve wants to try to search for the bottle of water that’s somewhere amongst all of the bedsheets. Steve blindly kicks his free leg out, the one that hasn’t been stolen by Eddie- and he grins when Eddie whines, before one of Eddie’s legs curls around his and tugs. “Stay still.”

“Sorry, baby.” Steve presses a kiss to the top of Eddie’s curls, and Eddie huffs out a soft and only slightly indignant noise. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“A famous rockstar,” Eddie’s fingers are cold as they press into Steve’s arm, and Steve hums all soft again as Eddie rolls. His back is pressed flush to Steve’s front, and Steve smiles as he hears the soft ‘ping’ as Eddie takes his rings off. There’s a little dish that sits on Steve’s nightstand for that very purpose, only so Eddie doesn’t have to sleep in the things. “Touring the world and all that.”

Steve hums again, presses a soft kiss to the very back of Eddie’s neck- and relishes in the tiny little shiver he’s granted. Presses another one, and it earns him a grumble as Eddie shifts backwards a bit. Eddie turns his head to catch Steve’s eyes in the early morning light, and Steve can’t help but smile when his eyes meet Eddie’s.

It’s too early, really, the sun beginning to bleed a bit over the horizon. Yellow-orange light a hair too bright over the skyline, and Eddie’s eyes go a sort of chocolate brown because of it. Steve’s not sure if it’s too early to tell Eddie he loves him. It most likely is, if only because Eddie and Steve haven’t been together for more than a couple of weeks.

He wants too though. Wants to tell Eddie all sorts of things- how he’s loved him for a while. How it was easy to fall in love with him— a sort of thing that was easy and then immediate because he fell all at once. He doesn’t want to scare Eddie away though, that’s the thing.

Doesn’t want to tell Eddie that he’s the first thing that Steve thinks of in the morning. Doesn’t want to admit that he wishes he’d never left Eddie and Dustin alone. Doesn’t want to admit that he holds himself accountable for the scars that now disfigure Eddie’s skin. Doesn’t want to admit that he thinks he’ll regret that for the rest of his days.

It’s easier to admit little things.

That he knows just how Eddie takes his coffee in the morning, with too much sugar and just a little bit of milk. That he knows that Eddie loves DnD and fell into it because of his home life from back when Eddie still lived with his parents. That he knows he is Eddie’s first real boyfriend, and if Steve has anything to say… he’ll also be his last.

But he wants. Oh how he wants. He wants to be able to tell Eddie just how much Steve loves him. Wants to equate Eddie to all the good things that happen to be in Steve’s life. Wants to explain that while Robin is part of his soul, he’s pretty sure that Eddie is his soulmate in every universe. It’s a lot, he knows that, Steve has always been a lot.

But he… Steve wants to be enough for Eddie.

He doesn’t know how to answer the question in all honesty- because… well.

“What do you wanna be when you grow up, sweet thing?” Eddie’s turned back around in his arms, and Steve smiles a little bit wider when Eddie is pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. Eddie presses another one against the corner of Steve’s mouth, and it earns the older teen an even wider smile as Steve sighs all soft and syrupy again. “Mhm?”

“Dunno.” Steve shrugs, and he trails one of his hands up Eddie’s back. Cradles a wide splayed hand against the back of Eddie’s skull, twists his fingers into his curls as gently as he can. Eddie is smiling, a little knowing twist to his lips that Steve wants to kiss away. So he does.

Presses his lips sweet and saccharine to Eddie’s, tries to explain all he can by the touch itself. Eddie is recipient, because of course he is- and Steve’s chest fills with a sort of warmth he can feel all the way down to his toes. Eddie’s wiggling closer, a cold line against his body as he tries to pull all of Steve’s warmth into himself.

Yours, his soul cries. Let me be yours.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Eddie asks again, words whispered right against Steve’s bottom lip. Eddie’s eyes go warmer in the still bright light, the sun turning all gooey and soft as it continues to breach the skyline. “C’mon and tell me, please?”

“Wanna be yours.” Steve admits.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s grinning as he presses another little kiss onto Steve’s bottom lip. Steve hums as Eddie’s teeth catch it, a little heat behind the nice. It burns, twists and writhes in Steve’s chest. “You wanna be mine, sweet thing?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, eyes blinking open and revealing blown pupils. “Wanna be yours.”

Eddie hums, all soft and syrupy, a mimic to how Steve knows he sounded earlier. Eddie leans just a bit forward, scraping teeth against Steve’s jaw. Soothes the burn the bite leaves behind with a small kiss, and Steve hums himself.

“You already are, sweet thing.” Eddie promises, and Steve nods into Eddie’s neck as the older teen pulls him closer. “Mine, hm? That what you wanna be?”

“Yours, just… just yours.” Steve agrees.

Eddie smiles, eyes all dangerous and a little too warm- before he guides Steve’s mouth back to his. Steve lets himself be kissed, easily relents to being tucked into Eddie’s embrace. It shouldn’t be as comforting as it is, but oh how it is.

The sun is bright and blazing when Eddie finally pulls away, lips kissed all pink and just a little bit swollen. Steve smiles as he watches as Eddie’s tongue flicks out to swipe against his bottom lip. Eddie hums, sweet and soft, before he is careful as he cradles Steve’s jaw in his hands. Eddie leans down and presses one, two, three kisses quick right to Steve’s mouth- before he pulls away with a uncharacteristically shy smile on his lips.

“I wanna be yours too, sweet thing.”

Steve’s grin widens as he pulls Eddie down again.

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #idk what this is #mentally there’s smut that comes after this #if y’all want i can regurgitate the smut onto paper but it would get posted on ao3 #it would specifically be soft dom eddie and subby steve having morning fun times #also the one-two-three kisses is how my partners and i say ily to each other #fun little easter egg for u

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i somehow already almost have 600 of you guys? screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet and and and -

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beauxbatons student steve harrington?? who is best friends with robin buckley?? and the two of them attend hogwarts during ‘94, during the triwizard tournament?? and then robin meets hufflepuff student chrissy cunningham and then chrissy introduces them both to her slytherin best friend eddie munson?? and eddie is like “omg this man is so beautiful-” and steve is part veela so he isn’t sure if eddie is attracted to him for him or if it’s because of him being part veela and and and-

#angeldreamsoffanficrambles #72 drafts and counting apparently #can you tell i’m watching goblet of fire rn

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squinting at the 71 drafts i have just marinating rn 😅

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“So you’re… gay?”

Steve Harrington tilts his chin to catch the eyes of Mike Wheeler, but he only has them for a split moment- before Mike’s eyes are focused back on the woods that surround Steve’s house.

“Bisexual, but yeah.” Steve shrugs.

“But you dated Nancy? And Heidi? And-”

“Just because I’ve only ever dated girls before— it doesn’t mean that I’m not still into dudes.” Steve says softly, before he shrugs again. “I’ve thought plenty of dudes were hot-”

“Like who?” Mike spits. Steve knows he doesn’t really mean it.

“Harrison Ford, Dio, Tommy H.,” Steve ticks each name with his fingers. “But I think girls are still, wow, y’know? Brooke Shields, Carrie Fisher, even Molly Ringwald.”

“I just-” Mike blows out a sharp breath from his nose, and his dark eyes cut back to Steve. “I was with El for so long.”

And there it is. Steve hums, soft and prompting, and Mike huffs again as he tilts his head down to look at his clasped hands. He’s fiddling with the friendship bracelet there, the one that matches the one around Steve’s wrist, the one that every member of The Party wears.

“And I was with Nancy for a while, too.” Steve shrugs again. Turns when he can feel heat on his back, catches the eyes of his boyfriend, and just waves a hand in his general direction. Knows he’ll get it. He does. Steve turns back to put all of his attention onto Mike again. “Doesn’t mean that all I felt for her wasn’t real, it was.”

“I-” Mike huffs. “I wasn’t sad when El broke up with me. Not when I can see that she’s all happy with Lucas and Max.”

“Mhm?” Steve hums.

“And like, part of me thinks I deserve it? Like, I want to be happy for Will. I really do.” Mike sniffles slightly, his brows raise and disappear underneath Mike’s bangs. “But like, I’m also sad? Like can I be sad? I’m not sad he’s happy I just…”

“You… just wish you were the person making him happy?” Steve suggests, voice soft and like syrup. Mike nods. “That’s okay.”

“Is it?” Mike’s voice is sharp again. “Because I’m not, I’m not mad at Max for making El happy. I’m not mad at Lucas for making El happy.”

“No?” Steve twists, plants his back against one of the pillars of his back porch, and quirks one of his eyebrows.

“No, it, I-” Mike groans before he runs a splayed hand over his face and sighs. His eyes cut back to Steve’s, and his brows furrow. “Are you mad at Nancy and Robin for dating?”

“No.” Steve answers resolutely. “Nance and I, we ran our course.” Steve sighs. “And there is always going to be a part of me that loves your sister, but it… just not in that way anymore.”

“Because you’re gay?” Mike questions.

“Because people are allowed to change.” Steve keeps his eyes closed as he tilts his head back to rest against the pillar. “You’re allowed to change your mind about things. About people. About the things you like and enjoy.”

“Like how Lucas joined the basketball team?”

“Sure.” Steve shrugs. “Or like how Ellie is planning on joining the cheer squad.” Mike’s nose crinkles, and Steve bites back a laugh. “Or like how Dustin usually plays a bard, but is giving a go at a paladin the next campaign you nerds play.”

“But I… I was an asshole.” Mike sniffles again, and Steve nods. “Like, I was so mean to you and to Will and to just… to- I was just a terrible person.”

“Maybe you weren’t a terrible person,” Steve says softly, coaxing. “Maybe you were just fourteen.”

“But-” Mike sniffles, uses the palm of his hand to wipe angrily at his cheek. “I was so mean to Will and to El and to just everyone. Including you and you’re out here talking to me instead of inside-”

“You’re one of my kids, Wheeler.” Steve cuts in, a little sharp to get Mike to cut himself off. “One of mine.”

“But I’m not, I’m not Dustin.” Mike sniffles again, scrubs at his cheek with his sleeve again. “Or Max or El-”

“No, no you’re not.” Steve ignores the way Mike deflates. “Dustin is my brother, and Max and Ellie are my sisters- but you.” Steve sighs, soft again as he watches the fifteen year old next to him. “I think you’re my favorite out of the brats, kiddo.”

Mikes head jerks up, eyes wide and searching and a type of earnest that makes Steve ache. Mike’s bottom lip wobbles, just slightly, before he nods.

“So it’s, I’m-” Mike huffs. “Not a terrible person?”

“You’re fifteen,” Steve says. “You’re just fifteen.”

“Okay.” Mike nods before he lets himself look at Steve again. “So it’s, I’m, not terrible if I’m sad or something about Will and Gareth?”

“Nope.” Steve doesn’t push.

“Okay.” Mike nods, before he stands on shaking legs. “I’m gonna, uh, go wash my face.”

“Alright, use my bathroom upstairs if you need.”

Steve is quiet and just watches the trees as Mike walks back inside, but he turns his head slightly when he hears the back sliding door open again.

“Baby love,” Eddie murmurs as he comes, coming right behind Steve to press a soft kiss to the very top of Steve’s head. “You and Wheeler okay?”

“Mhm,” Steve nods, but let’s Eddie direct him to lean into his chest anyway. Smiles as he glances down at Eddie’s sock-clad feet, toes wiggling as he shimmies to be able to cradle Steve to his chest. “Mike’s jealous of Gareth.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie breathes, and Steve hums again as Eddie nuzzles a kiss into the area where Steve knows there’s still a hicky that’s been bitten into his flesh. “What’d you say?”

“Told him he’s just fifteen.” Steve shrugs as if that explains it, and at Eddie’s soft hum- Steve knows it sort-of does. “They’re all just fifteen.”

“Nah, Gareth is sixteen.” Eddie nuzzles another kiss against Steve’s neck. Steve feels Eddie smile into the skin there, feels the slight stubble as Eddie rubs his cheek against Steve. “And he’ll still run away from you screaming if you try and adopt him.”

“For now.” Steve bites, but there’s no heat there.

“For always.” Eddie adjusts his hold, taps a light beat against Steve’s abdomen with a drum of his fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” Steve turns to be able to press a soft kiss to the swell of Eddie’s scarred cheek, and Steve smiles at the feeling of it under his lips. “Do we need to get back inside?”

“Probably,” Eddie hums, before he wiggles his fingers again. “Max and Ellie are not-so patiently waiting for you to join them again so you all can finish watching The Breakfast Club.”

“I’m telling you, it’s gonna be a cult classic.” Steve says as he feels Eddie pull himself away.

Steve smiles though when Eddie helps him up, a soft hand lingering and eventually staying on the small of Steve’s back. Eddie smiles down at Steve before he cocks his head slightly, and then leans down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“For the record?” Eddie cuts his eyes back up to Steve’s, doe-eyed and glimmering, before he’s talking. “You were just seventeen.”

Steve nods. Eddie smiles, and tilts his head in a gesture toward the backdoor.

“C’mon, sweetheart.”

Steve smiles and lets himself follow.

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wrote this based off of ‘this text post’ that i saw on here— and then had this come to mind. bit of mike wheeler angst, smidge of soft steddie, background ronance, elumax, and greatwise.

#angeldreamsoffanfic #stranger things #mike wheeler #steve harrington #mike wheeler ficlet #steddie ficlet #steddie #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #mike wheeler and steve harrington #unrequited byler #but with a twist bc it’s on mike’s end #greatwise #technically background but also not bc it’s the focus of steve and mike’s convo #background ronance #background elumax #but not background bc it’s brought up twice? #steve harrington calling eleven ‘ellie’ > #steve wants to adopt gareth so bad #sees him for the first time and is like ‘i can be a mother of eight instead of seven’ and eddie has to spray him w a water bottle

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“What’s your favorite color?”

“My what?”

“Your favorite color, sweetheart.” Eddie Munson fondly rolled his eyes before he lifted them to look at the side of Steve Harrington’s face. “We’ve all got one, so what’s yours?”

Steve Harrington is pretty. It’s easy to admit. He’s got the whole All-American vibe down. But there’s also a softness there that Eddie hadn’t expected, something he’s only become more aware of since he started to hang around the younger man more.

Steve shrugged, a loose roll of his shoulders, and then had the bottle of beer he’d been nursing all night pressed back to his bottom lip. He doesn’t take a sip though, just holds it there. Eddie knows that Steve can drink, had seen him push past all sorts of different keg records back in high school. Obliterated them, in fact. Only being beat out by (and may he rest in peace) Billy Hargrove. But he’s caught onto this more. Noticed that there are just some days where… Steve doesn’t.

Steve sat the bottle down without taking a sip.

“I don’t know if I have one.” Steve finally admitted after a beat, and Eddie can’t help but let out a hum at the admission. It’s enough to prompt Steve to continue, however. “I mean, I think all of them are pretty. Y’know? Kinda like people?”

“Ah, so you think everyone’s pretty?” It’s a tease that Eddie can’t help but make.

Ladies man Steve Harrington. Ladies man Steve Harrington who is always being hit on. Ladies man Steve Harrington who Eddie knows just went on a date at lunch time. Knows this because Steve didn’t have lunch with him.

“Sure, I mean… I think you’re pretty.” Steve said with a shrug, as if that sentence isn’t enough to send Eddie off kilter. As if he hasn’t just flipped Eddie’s world upside down and shaken it about. The bottle is back against Steve’s bottom lip.

“I think you’re pretty too, Harrington.” Eddie kept his own admission soft, as if he is scared to admit it in the dead of night. He is.

Steve grinned before he took a slow sip of beer.

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #idk what this this #steddie blurb #eddie has a crush on steve #steve has a crush on eddie #i wrote this in five seconds and then posted it so it’s not beta read idk what it is #pansexual steve harrington #pushing my pan steve agenda

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sorry op this specifically reminds me of the scene in ‘10 things i hate about you’ where patrick just sang to kat and he’s running away from the security guards on the bleachers??

this one?? like tell me this isn’t eddie coded—

The only reason eddie passed gym was because his gym teacher saw him impressively dust a security officer on the track field once while evading capture. The teacher was like "good enough for me. Get him out of my class"

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