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irlbokuto · 30 days
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I died but I came back exactly the same. You though, I came back and you were wrong. Did the fact of my dying really damage you that much? Was bringing me back worth what it cost you? Would it have been better to just leave me?
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irlbokuto · 1 month
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“Temporary stitches” all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward
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irlbokuto · 2 months
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irlbokuto · 3 months
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i hope ppl that comment on ao3 fics know how much their comments mean to the writers
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irlbokuto · 3 months
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If you are a fan fic writer and you're alright with people making fan art of your fic, reblog this 💚
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irlbokuto · 4 months
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Hello hello, Saltwater Prayer fan here!
I was wondering if you ever would consider writing a short little story add on about the Wayne and Jerome reunion? I’d love to see more of their story once they met up again, if it was all just a conversation, if it was awkward, if they kissed straight away etc
It’s completely fine if you’re done with the story and don’t add on anything but maybe you had an idea of how it went?
Hello! Thanks for the message!
I don't plan on writing any additional snippets for Saltwater Prayer. I consider it a well-wrapped gift that's now out of my hands, being enjoyed by all of you.
That being said, I think that Wayne and Jerome's reunion was hesitant, but comfortable in the way familiar things often are.
Imagine a room: it has a couch with sloped cushions from years of use, dust-lined shelves with knick-knacks, a steady cuckoo-cuckoo clock ticking in the corner, and a fireplace. You haven't been here in a long, long while. But there's ambient heat—a resonating warmth pluming from the hearth. Your presence disturbs the dust, but everything else in the room remembers you. You're drawn to the warmth, so you approach the fireplace and disturb the coals. They sizzle in their shuffle, exposing their burnt-orange bellies and revealing themselves as embers. It's then you realize that, despite the unstoppable tick-tock of the clock, everything else was in stasis. Waiting for you. Sure, you'll need to dust the shelves, pat the cushions down on the porch, clear the chimney. But the bones of the past are there. They sigh as you touch them, care for them. Caress and lean. Your heart swells before it, too, releases a sigh of its own. There is still a place for you here. You add wood to the remaining embers and watch as the fire blooms, bright and inviting. It asks not only for your attention, but your active participation. That's the only way it can grow, the only way it can continue. And so, you feed it, arrange it so that it has the best potential to exist, before settling in on that old couch. You kick your feet up and enjoy the encompassing warmth that radiates out to every lonely corner of that room. Lonely no longer. That's how I see their renewed relationship. They never forgot the bones, the embers, the cherished memories. They forgot about time, though. In an effort to make up for the lost years, they steadily refamiliarized themselves with the room and the hearth. They fed the fire when they were ready. Jerome was ready before Wayne was, but Wayne kissed him first—over mugs of freshly brewed coffee. When Jerome invited Wayne to live with him, Wayne cracked a wide smile and swore he could smell the dust and hot asphalt of the road where they first met.
Thank you so much for reading SP. I hope it moved you in wonderful ways. <3
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irlbokuto · 5 months
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Night Stalker | Explicit | 200k
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Author: Pyro_the_Dragon (AO3) | pyro-the-dragon (Tumblr) Artist: Becomingfoxes (Tumblr) | Becomingfoxes (Twitter)
Eddie Munson lives. Max Mayfield wakes. And yet, the maw of Vecna’s gate yawns open. Steve grapples with the horror of a town sinking into Hell, trying his best to navigate upset teens, hovering parents, Robin’s discerning eye, blackout nights, and Eddie Munson’s constant presence. Eddie expects Hawkins High’s fallen King to leave his life just as quickly as he entered it, but fate has other plans. In a post-Vecna Hawkins, neither can resist the gravity well of consequence, because one fact changes everything: Dustin Henderson is hiding something.
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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Murray Bauman/Wayne Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Jim "Chief" Hopper, The Party, Henry Creel | One | Vecna Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Not Canon Compliant - Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Steve Harrington as Kas the Betrayer, POV Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Internalized Homophobia, Medical Trauma, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Possession Mystery, Body Horror Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Period-Typical Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Drug Use
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irlbokuto · 5 months
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It's here! My final pieces for the Steddie Big Bang 🖤 I immensely enjoyed creating these pieces for pyro-the-dragon's incredible fic Night Stalker! You can read it on Ao3 here.
Eddie Munson lives. Max Mayfield wakes. And yet, the maw of Vecna’s gate yawns open.
Steve grapples with the horror of a town sinking into Hell, trying his best to navigate upset teens, hovering parents, Robin’s discerning eye, blackout nights, and Eddie Munson’s constant presence.
Eddie expects Hawkins High’s fallen King to leave his life just as quickly as he entered it, but fate has other plans.
In a post-Vecna Hawkins, neither can resist the gravity well of consequence, because one fact changes everything: Dustin Henderson is hiding something.
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irlbokuto · 5 months
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From chapter 4 of @fenfics Saltwater Prayer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52070419/chapters/131688883
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irlbokuto · 5 months
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Saltwater Prayer  |  Explicit |  54.4k
My project for the 2023 Steddie BigBang! @steddiebang
Author: Asgardian_Pirate (AO3) / ghostlypallor (Twitter) / @fenfics (Tumblr) Artist: @werew0rm (Twitter) / @werew0rm (Tumblr) Artist: glitterfangart (Twitter) / @glitterfang (Tumblr)
Fragile things need a tender hand. In the height of a Georgia summer, Steve visits a small town painted with memories of Eddie’s childhood. Wayne welcomes Steve into an unfamiliar pace of family life—with good food, good company, and a boundless wisdom. The slow crawl of the heat helps to open his heart and the river is there to catch what spills out.  But the water doesn’t promise gentleness as much as it promises change. Desires simmering beneath the surface push at the seams of his glued-together pieces. As he learns the shape of Eddie’s mosaic, Steve slowly unravels the tapestry of his own golden soul.
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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington; Eddie Munson; Wayne Munson; Original Characters; Minor Characters Tags: AU — Canon Divergent; Post-S4; POV Steve Harrington; Slow Burn; Friends to Lovers; Drama; Angst; Trauma; Suicidal Ideation; Internalized Ableism; Domestic; Nostalgia; Eventual Smut; Wayne Munson Lore; Munson Family Lore; A Touch of Southern Gothic; Non-Traditional Spirituality; Happy Ending
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irlbokuto · 5 months
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My Steddie BigBang fic, Saltwater Prayer, will be posted in its entirety on December 7th (along with a playlist)! I'm excited to share this personal piece alongside art from werew0rm and glitterfangart. 💛
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irlbokuto · 5 months
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To Yield, a post-season 4 Steddie fic.
Chapter 2 of 9, "Bags", has been posted.
💉 Read here! 🧪
Or start from the beginning here.
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irlbokuto · 7 months
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To Yield, a post-season 4 Steddie fic.
Chapter 1 of 9, "Locks", has been posted.
💉 Read here! 🧪
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irlbokuto · 9 months
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My Stranger Things AU, Stargazer, has now updated with chapter ten—“Conspiracy Tailgate”!
WIP, Steddie, currently at ~117,900 words
read the update here! start from the beginning here!
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irlbokuto · 9 months
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irlbokuto · 1 year
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My Stranger Things AU, Stargazer, has now updated with chapter nine—“Small Mercies”!
Robin didn’t lock the door behind her. Her feet took her to the stairwell—the elevator too monstrous to consider. The hospital went by in beiges and whites, the cloak of cleaning solution, the cacophony of vital signs. Whether or not anyone was paying her any mind, she didn’t know. Her vision tunneled as that black water rose, a merciless undertow threatening to drag her back to a place she wanted to leave behind.
WIP, Steddie, currently at ~106,400 words
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irlbokuto · 1 year
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My Stranger Things AU, Stargazer, has now updated with chapter eight—“Star Stuff”!
Eddie woke again. Not like previous times. No thundering heart, no trembling limbs, no shortness of breath. His body ached in familiar ways but welcomed new blossoms of pain along his wrist and temples. He blinked, opening his eyes to a dark room and a cold bed. Panic simmered in the absence of light, of touch. He tossed around to stare at his bedroom door, cracked open, lamplight dim around its borders.
“Steve,” Eddie called out. His voice sounded grated and warped to his own ears. The unexpected sound only served to fuel his panic as he felt more and more outside of himself. “Ste—Steve!”
Footsteps bounced off of the thin trailer walls and Eddie wondered if the Other could not only slither but walk.
WIP, Steddie, currently at ~91,200 words
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