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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Paige Warner (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Karaoke, Dual POV, uses the same attitude to time periods as the riverdale writers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Happy Ending Summary:

A runaway bride stumbles into The Hideout on karaoke night.

#hellcheer #my fics

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and if I write a “the proposal” limoreau au?? what then

#gen v #limoreau #marie x jordan

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gen V (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marie Moreau/Jordan Li Characters: Marie Moreau - Character, Jordan Li Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Guilt, Near Death, More Hurt Than Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Character Death, for Marie's parents, Referenced violence, They/Them pronouns for Jordan Summary:

Jordan is hurt and Marie is the reason why.

#gen v #marie x jordan #besties i am at it once again

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I’m going to level with you all, I have been staring at the same chapter of the normal people au for the past couple of weeks and it is preventing me from working on anything else. Re-reading it tonight, I think I’m going to scrap it and do something completely different because I don’t think it quite fits with the rest of the fic. But, that being said, I do like the angst of it all, so I’m just going to put it here :)

TW: Suicidal Thoughts, Character Death, Depression

STEVE

six months later

(september 23rd, 1986)

It takes Steve forty-five minutes to decide that he doesn’t like his date and five more to accept that her unwavering kindness has made him actively dislike her.

It’s not fair. He knows that. She isn’t doing it on purpose to hurt him. She probably doesn’t even know that it is hurting him. But she is. With every soft smile that has punctuated her sentences and every question about his life, she has torn him to shreds. He wants her to get the message. To understand that he’s not going to start paying attention to her just because she’s trying harder than the others. But she doesn’t. She just carries on smiling and repeats herself every time he answers a question with a blank stare.

It’s hard to tell whether this determination is something she was born with or if it’s home grown. Something about the carefulness in her tone as she repeats her holiday plans for the fifth time tells Steve it’s the latter. That, maybe, she has spent her whole life sitting across the table from people who don’t listen to her.

At least, he justifies, if it is the result of some deep rooted personal trauma then this is just as much about proving a point to her as it is to him.

Still, he knows he should leave.

She might be trying to prove a point, but he’s the one keeping them trapped in this restaurant.

But he doesn’t.

He can’t.

Not when he’s trying so desperately to show everyone that he’s doing fine. The other dates had been different. Those girls had walked out on him. He can’t walk out on Nancy’s new college friend because she’s too kind. He’ll never be able to make them understand why he can’t connect with any of the girls they shove in front of him. Not without telling them the truth.

So he sits opposite her for another half an hour and stares through her as she talks about the college she’s heading back to on Monday morning and the film class she took last summer.

And, no, it’s not fair. Not on her. It’s not her fault, she has big brown eyes and dimples when she smiles. But what is fair nowadays?

-/-

They held the wake at his parent’s house.

Mostly because it made sense. No one else had the space to comfortably fit two dozen people. Especially people who were openly grieving the town boogeyman. But also because it was the closest Steve was going to get to welcoming Eddie home. Without the lies to hide behind or the mom cleaning downstairs or the secrecy. Just Steve, an empty urn, and a thousand could have beens.

There wasn’t a body to bury, so instead the boys burned their Hellfire Shirts and filled the urn with the ashes. “Do you think they’ll finally be happy?” Dustin asked stiffly as the flames flickered across the devil’s face. “Now he’s gone.”

He spoke with the same anger that had settled over his voice the moment Steve chose to pull him out instead of Eddie. His eyes dull as he watched the fabric burn black and then shrink into nothingness.

Steve had yet to see him cry. He wanted to believe that Dustin still trusted him enough to come to him when he was ready, but he knew better than that. If Dustin’s ability to trust hadn’t been ruined when Eddie stayed in the Upside Down, it had been when Steve dragged him back to real world kicking and screaming.

The others didn’t say much of anything. They were all still recovering from the final battle. Max spoke briefly, her voice quiet as she recalled all the times that Eddie and his family had helped her since moving to the trailer park. But she didn’t know him. Not properly.

Robin brought Vickie along and she provided stories that none of them have ever heard before. Wayne had long since left town and Luanne had yet to come back, so she was their only glimpse into the past that wouldn’t make them hate Steve. He knew better than to tell his stories. They were reserved for late nights when he couldn’t breathe, sobbing into Robin’s shirt as he begged for a way to stop feeling all together. The kids told stories about their D&D club. Hopper told stories about different times he had to pick Eddie up back when he was sherif.

Steve said nothing.

He had barely said anything since that night.

His suit didn’t fit him properly anymore. Not really. He’d worn it to both Will Byers’ funeral and Hopper’s funerals. It was a miracle it still fit at all. But he didn’t like the way it hung off his body. The extra fabric bunching against his skin as he sat down. It smothered him. Drowning in grey fabric. Drowning in the gray water of Lover’s Lake. Drowning in everything he has ever done since he first found out monsters existed.

Drowning before then too.

He got up and went to grab a drink. Everyone else was drinking. Why shouldn’t he? It was his fucking house. He took a beer out of the refrigerator and leant against the counter. Perspiration dripped down the bottle and pooled between his fingers. He felt the ghostly touch of a thumb beneath his chin. A whisper of a thousand memories he wished he could change. The bottle slipped out of his hand, smashing against the floor, as he spun around and threw up in the sink.

(“Just get me through this alive.”

“I will.”)

Steve didnt rejoin the gathering.

Instead, he went and sat in his car, waiting patiently until everyone had gone home. After an hour, Robin joined him. Pulling him into her arms as he fell apart. No words required. None that either of them could say.

-/-

The girl asks if he wants to take her home for coffee and he knows what she’s really asking is if he wants to sleep with her.

He figures it makes him an asshole to take her home after ignoring her for the entire date. Even at his worst, he had still been attentive. But that doesn’t stop him from saying yes and leading her out to his car.

“What about your parents?” She asks as she buckles her seatbelt. “I’m not going to have to climb out of the window, am I?”

It hurts like a fist to the face.

“I live alone,” he answers.

It’s not true but it might as well be.

-/-

After the fortieth day in which Steve didn’t leave his house, Robin came over and forced him to sit by the pool with her.

She knew that it was where Barb died but she didn’t feel the same way about it as the rest of them. “People die everywhere,” she had said to him when he asked, “can’t let that stop you from living.”

“I’m worried about you,” she said.

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” He responded, but his heart isn’t in it. His hair was shaggy and unkempt. He hadn’t shaved since the wake. Hadn’t showered since before then. And she was here everyday to watch him eat so she knew that he had been wearing the same clothes for a fortnight. “I’m fine.”

She pressed her lips together into a thin line and kicked her feet under the water. “No you’re not.”

“I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“Are you?” She asked, voice harsh, and then pulled her hand up against her mouth. Regret flooded her features and he wanted to tell her that’s it’s OK. That he could never be mad at her. That he knew that this was just what he did to people. But he didn’t. He didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean- it’s just, Steve, I’m so worried about you. More than I’ve ever been in my life about anything.” She was talking fast and he forced himself to focus so that he hears it all. “And I know that losing him hurt you. I know that it all hurt you. But you can’t carry on like that. Please, you can’t.” Her hands were balled into fists on her thighs. “I love you too much to sit here and watch you crawl into an early grave. I won’t let you.”

He looked at her for a long moment and then nodded. He felt like he should be crying. That he should be more upset than he was that his friend felt like this. His only family. But he couldn’t muster up more than a tiny voice.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll fix it.”

She said more then, talked for an hour about things that he didn’t care about. Talked about counselling and grief and all these things that they can do. He tuned out.

He didn’t need all that.

He just needed to fix it.

So that was what he was going to do.

-/-

With the lights off, it’s easy to pretend that her wavy hair is curls between his fingers. Her breathy moans an echo of something he can’t quite remember. In the dark, he’s happy to show her all the attention that he lacked during their date.

Afterwards, he throws up his dinner and sits in the bathroom until it’s time to drop her back off home. She sleeps through the night, his t-shirt covering her body. He wishes that he’d never left the house to begin with.

The tiles are cold against his body as he waits. He is still naked. He should go grab some clothes but he doesn’t. He just sits there. A ghost in this big empty house. He cries silently because he always does during the night. His hands pressed against his face, hiding the evidence that he feels anything to begin with.

His grip leaves tiny crescent marks against his cheeks and along his neck. He’ll joke about them tomorrow when someone brings them up. Tell them how well he got on with his date. He’s good at that. At being one thing and saying the other. He wonders if he should thank Eddie for that. (Knows that it’s only his parents who can take the credit.)

Sometimes he wonders what comes after all of this. He’s done a lot of reading about that sort of thing. The afterlife. The eternal rest. Whatever else people like to call it. People believe in all sorts of different things but he can’t bring himself to believe in anything. He wants to. Needs to. But he just can’t. He figures that it’s for the best though. If he could he probably would struggle a little less to get there.

But he does struggle. For all of his issues and all of his weaknesses, he does fucking struggle. Every second of the day. It’s the only thing he can find within himself to be proud of anymore. That struggle. The only fight left in him. Even if it gets a little bit less every day.

The sun peaks through the blinds and he drags himself to his feet and back into the bedroom. He lays down on the bed next to her, eyes burning with tiredness, and waits for her to wake up. She rolls back into him, wraps her arms around him, and just he lays there. Her touch is warm but he can’t quite feel it.

But it’s OK.

He’s already accepted that he never really will.

#my fics #normal people au #one day I won’t hate everything that I write lol

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, background steddie - Relationship Characters: Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Background Steve Harrington - Character Additional Tags: I ask for forgiveness but I will accept punishment, Grief, Death, Angst, Genuinely this is pretty sad, Discussing the afterlife?, ghost - Freeform, Terminal Illness, no beta we die like 👀👀👀 Series: Part 2 of Graveyard bench Summary:

Wayne and Eddie have one last conversation.

#Wayne Munson #eddie Munson #I wrote this in my notes app at 3am so pls forgive any errors #my fics #st fics #stranger things

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Maxine “Max” Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Jason Carver, Henry Creel | One | Vecna Additional Tags: Time Loop, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, character study through a funhouse mirror, content warnings for pretty much everything, Violence, Blood, Suicide, Murder, Murder-Suicide, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, non-graphic drug overdose, implied eating disorder, Henry Creel | One | Vecna is His Own Warning, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, time loops should count as their own warning, eddie is trapped in a time loop, Multiple Perspectives, Non-Linear Narrative, he may be trapped in a timeloop but he’s still horny, hitting the ground running with this one, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, a really rank blowjob, Gore, overuse of the word ‘viscera’, the return of steve’s strawberry scented lube, death death so much death, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, apologies in advance Summary:

Loop 6 - Steve Eddie bleeds out in his arms. Loop 27 - Steve Eddie bleeds out in his arms. Loop 304 - Steve Eddie bleeds out in his arms. Loop 368 - Steve Eddie bleeds out in his arms.

#So late to this party but everyone read this fic!!! #it ruined me life and I can’t recommend it enough #fic recs #Steddie #seriously one of the best time loop fics I’ve read

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fanfiction is kind of incredible if you think about it. it's like i love this fictional character/relationship so much that i wrote a story that is also a love letter that is also a thesis about it.

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✨ 2022 ao3 wrapped ✨

Big thanks to @monstrousfemale for the tag :)!

Works Published: 16

Word Count: 158,036

Hits: 38,086

Bookmarks: 1,299

Most popular by kudos: I can’t save us, my atlantis

Most hits: Atlantis

Shortest: Dance Wiv Me

Most comments: Waiting Room

Fic that made me cry: the most remarkable thing

Fic that made me smile: eddie munson takes the White House (Bonny’s comedic writing is unrivalled)

Gifts: nope

Events: nope x2

Tags: @grandmastattoo @palmviolet and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

#tag games

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the almost contentious but intimate relationship between a woman and the book she’s been trying to read for a year

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One thing I was eager to watch again when Glass Onion came out was the glass scene between Miles and Duke, and it did not disappoint. In theaters, I was so sure that Duke picked up the glass, so I figured that they showed us that the first time around before revealing that’s not what happened, but no. They trick the shit out of the audience the EXACT same way they trick the characters. They just tell you that you saw something different and you believe it without question. It’s so brilliant and I just got goosebumps watching it over again and realizing how easily I had been manipulated. I love these movies.

#ALSO HE HAS THE PHONE IN HIS POCKET AFTER DUKE DIES #I REMEMBER THINKING IT WAS WEIRD BUT NOT MENTIONING IT AND WAS SO ANGRY AT MYSELF FOR IT LATER

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a non-comprehensive list of some of my fave steddie fics

I’m really bad at remembering to bookmark things and my brain is just a sieve in general but here’s some fics that have stuck with me: 

the savior complex series by @kissmejusttokissme - I can’t save us, my Atlantis is Thee timeloop fic for me. I’m obsessed with everything this author writes and have bullied them into being mutuals but this is the first work of theirs I read and I just adore it, and not-chrissy/morrigan is constantly hanging out in my brain

Let us Dwell in Fair Ithilien and There Make a Garden series by @greenlikethesea and @sparklyslug - this is the first rec of a few where the boys’ relationship is explored over several decades. I am constantly in awe of this series and how detailed and flesh-out and real it feels. I love seeing writers work together in such a way that they’re basically mindmelding and producing something rich and perfect. a really mature, impressive world

a certain type by @anniebass - the summary for this fic almost makes it sound like a light-hearted romp and then it actually follows steve and eddie’s relationship over decades as they come together and devastatingly apart and eventually find each other again through many difficulties. Eddie’s journey in this is so heartbreaking but comes together so beautifully. 

it has no place here series by 3MinsOver - incredibly hot hatefucking that of course turns into feelings. I don’t have much more to say on this one, it’s just good

like my bad habit by midnights - mechanic Eddie and a lot of delicious flirting. this is just one of those fics that pings around in my brain a lot

We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do) by @azrielgreen - codependent slowburn. yes this writer is in this list twice, I didn’t realise until I was putting it together but hey they own my brain apparently

(there is) thunder in our hearts by @sayesayes - steve and eddie figuring each other out after eddie gets out of prison. ayes is one of those writers who produces those small moments (many of them horny) that just live in your brain forever, and this is one of my favourites of theirs. 

Peace Sells, but Who’s Buying? by YourMonarch - don’t ask how many kinks this fic gave me I don’t want to talk about it

modern no upside down au’s:

love dirty men alike by @nanamimins - a newer one where eddie and steve are chefs. this has absolutely lived rent-free in my head since I read it

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by @azrielgreen - modern au where steve and eddie have a meet-ugly and a tonne of sexual tension and then this fic just grabs you by the throat and punches you in the face and doesn’t stop until you’re changed as a person. I read it in a day? two days? and it’s had me fucked up ever since

and of course honorary mention to @toburnup because their work is on my mind basically 24/7 and I couldn’t pick just one

#an honour not only to be rec’d but also to be alongside all these other amazing fics #also u have very much not bullied me into being a mutual!!! ur the only reason I finished updating waiting room to begin with

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Cases Steve and Eddie would cover on their Paranormal Investigation show and how it would go:

- Bigfoot: Steve and Eddie camp in a forest known for Bigfoot sightings for nights days. Steve does everything in his power to re-enforce his tent because he’s scared of having his head crushed in by Bigfoot. (An apparently common occurrence from his research.) Meanwhile, Eddie sleeps on the forest floor playing music on a guitar he insists on bringing everywhere. On night three he starts circling Steve’s tent with pots and pans taunting Bigfoot to come out and face them. They don’t. Steve refuses to do cryptid camping ever again.

-Mothman: Their second cryptid camping session. Eddie is a lot more chill during this one because he knows Mothman doesn’t exist, so there’s no point in even playing around. On the third night, however, mothman does appear and Eddie has to fist fight him to stop him from stealing the camera equipment. None of this is caught on film and Eddie would rather die than admit to Steve that he lost the fight.

- Hawkins Half-Devil: Eddie’s nemesis and the only time that Steve’s life has actually been in danger. Fans claim that this is the only time Eddie has actually been scared but, in reality, he’s just exhausted from trying to keep his idiot co-worker alive. Steve catches his first bit of evidence but, little does he know, the demon eyes in the darkest are in fact Eddie’s…

#buzzfeed unsolved au

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I posted 115 times in 2022

That's 115 more posts than 2021!

86 posts created (75%)

29 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@palmviolet

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I tagged 110 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#steddie - 32 posts

#steddie fic - 21 posts

#steddie twilight au - 20 posts

#waiting room - 18 posts

#my fics - 16 posts

#steddie ao3 - 16 posts

#eddie munson - 15 posts

#ronance - 9 posts

#anon answered - 9 posts

#steve harrington - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#lads let’s just imagine robin buckley going with steve to watch one of eddie’s shows and seeing the girl that she’s had a crush on for years

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Stranger Things AUs that I keep thinking about:

Ronance High School Musical Au

Steddie Camp Rock Au

Steddie Stardew Valley Au

Scooby Squad zombie apocalypse Au

Ronance Bly Manor Au

Steddie Howls Moving Castle Au

Ronance Pride & Prejudice

Steddie JATP Au

52 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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Steddie Buzzfeed Unsolved Au PT2 (PT1 Here)

Kind of obsessed with looking at it from Eddie’s point of view. The man is an age-old demon hiding in plain sight at a fucking digital entertainment company. Before joining Steve's show, his job was to make internet quizzes and low-effort viral videos along with other boring stuff behind the scenes. (I imagine him as the demon equivalent to the trio from wwdits. Like, most other demons are out there possessing little kids and ruining people’s lives and Eddie is writing quizzes to purposely give people the worse answers in their 'Which Character Am I?' quiz.) He doesn’t even try too hard to hide his demon nature. People just always write it off as something else.

Then he meets Steve Harrington and, for the first time in decades, he starts having fun. And, sure, it feels a little disingenuous to be wandering around these haunted houses acting like the ghosts aren’t real (because, you know, he can literally see every ghost they encounter) but it gets a rise out of Steve and isn’t that what demons are supposed to do? Get rises out of people. (Plus, being friends with a human gets a rise out of the other demons so it’s a win-win situation.)

So, he starts enjoying the job and seeing how far he can take it. (Which, apparently, is very far.) Suddenly, he is the co-owner of Goatman’s bridge and he’s laying on the pentagram belonging to the demon at Sallie House (which he’s pretty sure gives him some sort of claim but, then again, what does he know? Demon law is exactly as boring as it sounds and he refuses to learn anything beyond what he needs). Not to mention that he keeps getting invited into Holy Spaces and speaking to priests and it’s all starting to get him a reputation as something a lot more powerful than he actually is.

(Somewhere among the way he might start falling in love with his co-host. Though he doesn’t admit it. Even he knows that a demon-human relationship is something that only works out in CW shows and bad romance novels.)

But then Steve finds out that he’s a demon. God knows how but he starts flicking Holy Water at Eddie and reciting scripture that he’s definitely reading off of his phone. It hurts but what had Eddie expected? The guy is a paranormal investigator after all. (And that puts a horrifying thought in Eddie’s head. Does that make him a paranormal investigator as well?)

After that initial moment of panic, Steve calms down and, much to Eddie's surprise, he doesn't start looking at Eddie like he’s a monster. He’s just mad that Eddie has been skewing the results. (“It’s not a win for the sceptics IF A DEMON IS SCARING THE GHOSTS AWAY!!!”) (And yes, Eddie finally admits to himself that he’s in love with the guy because how the hell can he not be.)

They spend the next couple of hours talking about every case they’ve investigated. Eddie refuses to tell Steve which locations were actually haunted but does tell him which demons were real. After four seasons, it’s the least he can do. But then Steve starts asking about how old long Eddie's been around and they find out that him being a demon bleeds into their true crime stuff as well. Because Eddie is older than fucking dirt and he's been around for most of them. Not that he knows anything useful. (“Jack the Ripper? Oh yeah, I was in London for that whole thing. No idea who he was but the beer was good.”) Which drives Steve up the fucking walls.

Even though he'd never admit it, Eddie is scared that the revelation means that they’re going to end the show but Steve just takes it as a challenge. (And maybe Eddie lets him get some evidence now and then. Just never through the spirit box. He hates that fucking thing.)

65 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

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do you have any steddie fic recs?

Do I ever!!! Thank you for asking me this because there are so many fantastic fics that I need everyone to read :) (These are not listed in any particular way, I love them all equally and couldn't pick my favourite if I tried.)

The Babysitters Club by salemofficialbb [completed] I don't actually know if I read this or Sub Culture first but I know that I consider both of them my introductory fics when it comes to Steddie. This fic is a chat-based fic that focuses on the older kids and their efforts to get Steve & Eddie together. It's cute and it's fun and it's one I reread when I need to smile. It's got Ronance, it's got Jonathan/Argyle and a ship I really like but don't see a lot of, which is Vickie/Chrissy. I laughed out loud while reading this, I squealed at times, I felt lighter after finishing it. (Also, something I did not notice the first time around because I'm v dumb is that most of the time when the characters send photos in the chats, the author links to a Tumblr with the photos so you can see them. It's immersive and I love it and yeah, please read this fic if you want to smile.

sub-culture by palmviolet [completed] I know this one gets recommended all the time but there's a reason for that. This fic is just mind-blowing in every way. It's beautifully written and the author has such a grip on the characters that they might as well just start writing for the show. It had me hooked from the first chapter where Steve helps Eddie through a panic attack and I read the whole thing in one sitting and my life is better for it, I think. The author takes such care in writing the story in a way that's respectful not only to the time period (make sure you read the author's notes because I have learnt so much about 80s gay culture from this author) but also with the characters. I really feel like I'm not doing it justice but I don't want to spoil anything about it because it's just amazing. If you haven't read it, please do. It's well worth your time. [Also, while I'm here, please consider reading palmviolet's other works such as the lathe (a time loop fic that's taken years off of my life) and their who says it was simple series (I am a simp for Eddie & Max interactions and would like to see more of them.)

Camp Folktale, Summer of ‘86 by cairparavels [WIP] I'm pretty sure I rec'd this in a Waiting Room author's note because I am obsessed with it. It's a fluffy little camp councillor's au and every update has me kicking my legs and losing my mind. All the ingredients for a good soup are in this fic: Steve being uselessly in love with Eddie, Eddie being uselessly in love with Steve, the kids being little shits and trying to get them together, the kids having fleshed out little stories alongside Steve and Eddie, Ronance, Chrissy and Fred (which I didn't expect but love) and Mews II playing a pivotal role in not only Steddie's story but my happiness. The author updates incredibly regularly and every update is great so don't let the fact it's a WIP put you off. It's worth your time and a nice cheerful story if you want a break from reading a lot of angsty fics.

all my ghosts (are with me) by steve_the_hair_harrington (peter_parkerson) [completed] This is a series of three fics that focus on Steve's reaction to sleeping with Eddie for the first time. The first two don't feature Eddie as a character but rather they focus on Steve & Robin as she tries to help him through his realisation that he likes Eddie. All of the parts are very well written and the friendship between Steve & Robin is spot on. (Not to go on a tangent but I also really appreciate the way that this author writes both Robin & Eddie as autistic characters. I felt it was handled really respectfully and also showed that two people can be autistic and have different ways of presenting it, which is always really nice to see.)

I Wake Up When Everyone's Gone by beetlesandstars [completed] This one is angsty as hell and I love it. This one-shot focuses on how Steve and, to a lesser extent, Dustin deal with Eddie's death. It's not a very long read but manages to do a lot in a little amount of time and I love when stories really focus on grief. It's one of my favourite things to read about/consume. Especially when they tackle the idea that grief isn't uniform and one person's grief isn't going to be the same as another even if they're grieving the same person. And this author does that beautifully.

Who the fuck reads to you in hell? by lichtbringer (percyinpanties) [completed] Another one-shot. This fic is about Steve reading Lord of the Rings to Eddie while he's in the hospital recovering from the events of volume two. I love the snapshots of his friends while he's in the process of waking up. I love the characterisation of Steve. I love that Eddie is alive and being taken care of. I just love this fic.

Keep it Steady, Eddie by outofmygourd [completed] Another classic when it comes to Steddie fics but one that I've only recently got around to reading. This fic features Eddie working at Family Video with Robin & Steve and the slow-burn but incredibly sweet story of them falling in love. It also features Robin/Vickie and I smiled every time they were mentioned because they're so cute and I love them. Like with Sub-Culture I don't want to mention specific scenes and ruin them but there are so many amazing scenes in this fic. I really loved how the author incorporated the kids in a way that felt really natural as well as Wayne. It felt like the world was alive outside of Steve/Eddie and I just loved it. Definitely recommend this fic and also Not so Bad by the same author.

Some Cupids Kill With Dice by horrormoviebarbie [WIP] I bookmarked this fic with Lady Gaga's speech from that meme because I truly felt like it encapsulated the way I felt about it. In this fic, Steve Harrington is a single father to Dustin & Max who falls in love with his kid's English teacher, Eddie Munson. There are four chapters out right now and each of them felt like a gift from the universe. This author not only understands Steve on a cellular level but manages to create a story so amazing separate from the events of Stranger Things (I believe this is an AU in which there are no monsters) that I would not only buy it as a published book but I also want to see it made into either a TV Show or Movie.

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic [completed] So I read the entirety of this fic in one sitting last night and it has changed me as a person. The characterisation of the kids as adults is perfect. The fear of rejection and the sunken cost mentality that if you leave something for too long then it's not worth touching? Killed me. The depiction of death (especially from a long-term illness) and the different types of grief that follow it took me out and put me back together again. I want to own Ed Levy's discography. I want to pin his interviews up on my wall. I want Madchen and Robin to be my best friends. I want this fic tattoed onto the back of my eyelids.

I don't know how many you wanted so I'm going to leave it there in case I've maybe gone a bit overboard. I do have more so if you'd like more, please let me know because I love talking about the amazing fics that I've read. Also, if you're reading any of these for the first time and you're enjoying them, please make sure to leave a kudos and a comment telling the author just how much you've loved them!

74 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

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Steddie Twilight AU ideas cause it's giving me brainrot:

Steve's parents are divorced. He spends most of the year living with his dad in Hawkins but spends summers and holidays with his mum across the country. He doesn't get on with either parent but it's easier to be around his mum because she's kind of just self-absorbed whereas his dad is overly-critical and just unpleasant to be around.

Steve misses his first go at senior year because he's roped into going travelling with his mum for a year after her latest divorce. It's not something he really wanted to do but he's nothing if he isn't a people pleaser and the chance to get away from his dad for a year was too good to pass up.

Except when he gets back to Hawkins things are... weird.

People keep going missing and turning up dead. Like, brutally dead. (Most of them drained of blood as well.) The police keep talking about animal attacks but Steve's never seen an animal pop someone's eyeballs from the inside out.

Also there's a new guy in town.

A ridiculously good-looking guy who works the night shift at the gas station but still turns up to school in the morning fresh-faced and rearing to go. A guy who, despite being a complete social outcast, is somehow joined at the hip with Steve's ex.

And Steve doesn't care about this new guy. He's just some guy. He's just... concerned about Nancy. (Especially after Robin tells him that Nancy ran away for almost a month while he was gone and then came back different.) So, yeah, he keeps bumping into Eddie and trying to get information out of him. (Like why his insanely gorgeous eyes keep. changing. colour... or how he's never tired even though Steve knows he doesn't get off work till like 6am.)

Except they just keep hanging out and Steve's concern shifts into a full-on gay crisis when he realises that 1) thinking about Eddie's eyes and rings and long soft hair isn't bro behaviour, and 2) Eddie is a vampire and he might actually be the one committing the murders

123 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

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Steddie AU: Buzzfeed Unsolved Edition (PT2 here)

Steve Harrington, a life-long believer in all things spooky, starts a silly little web series with his friend, Robin. The first season is relatively tame. Just Steve and Robin sitting in the front seat of his car, driving around Hawkins and talking about urban legends and unsolved mysteries. It's cheap to make and, hey, he's getting paid to hang out with his best friend so Steve isn't about to start complaining. But in the gap between Season 1 and Season 2, the show goes viral. Suddenly his bosses want him to go to haunted locations and try and capture evidence of the supernatural. Robin, rightly, backs the fuck out at that. Real or not, she doesn't want to mess with that sort of stuff. Not when the consequence is potentially being haunted for the rest of her life.

Enter Eddie Munson, a co-worker of Steve and Robin, who is so utterly unbothered by the supernatural that they have to put him on the project. The dynamic is perfect: the true believer and the absolute sceptic. And, as much as it surprises Steve, he actually kind of likes hanging around with Eddie. Office rumours be damned. Together they work their way through all the most haunted locations in America, collecting evidence (or as Eddie calls it *bullshit*) and not solving a single damn thing.

That is until the fourth season of the show when Steve suggests they try and perform an exorcism as the big season finale. He's bought a cursed doll on eBay and has all the equipment ready for the shoot. It's the first idea that Eddie ever shoots down and Steve can't work out why until one day he reads a fan theory that Eddie is a demon. It's an inside joke of the fandom and the accepted explanation as to why they never get any concrete evidence. And, sure, it's dumb but so is Steve sometimes, so he splashes Eddie with Holy Water the next time they're working late on set. And, well, that's the story of the first supernatural mystery that Steve Harrington ever solves.

238 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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aha your girl is back with a part two:

Wayne doesn’t tell anyone about his plan.

But that isn’t out of some sort of misplaced sense of duty, or bravery. or whatever the hell else people might call it when a man plans to do a stupid thing without telling his loved ones. No.

Wayne doesn’t tell anyone about his plan because he doesn’t have anyone left to tell.

Outside of Eddie, his family have been dead and buried for long enough now that the grief has settled into his aching bones. Friends too. And Wayne doesn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did ever have one, they’ve been gone for five years come October. Sure, he has a daughter out East somewhere, but he hasn’t heard from her in years. Her mother neither. Jesus, he doesn’t even have drinking buddies anymore.

It’s a blessing though.

Because if there had been anyone to tell, they probably would have tried to stop him.

Not that it would have changed anything. Wayne would have gone through with this plan no matter what. But it saves a bit of heartbreak, doesn’t it. Because if something happens to him tonight then there won’t be anyone to grieve it. No what ifs. No regrets.

He doubts anyone would even notice he was gone.

-:/:-

Wayne hasn’t been back to the trailer park since the earthquake.

He had tried to force his way past the military that lined the place. Desperate to grab whatever was left of Eddie’s. But there were so many of them and he wasn’t strong or quick enough.

Tonight there are no military.

Most have been pulled out of town for one reason or another. The few that stayed behind spend their time in town trying to protect people from “structural instability” or whatever else they’d been told to call it. Wayne doesn’t care. As long as they’re not here, they can do and say whatever they want.

He enters his old home with his hunting rifle slung across his back and a knife on his belt. He has what is left of their first aid box tipped into one of Eddie’s old backpacks along with what little food he had been able to find in the kitchen. He reckons that Eddie will be hungry when he finds him. He has to be. After this much time alone.

Wayne climbs down into the pit and pushes his way through vines and rubble. Hell looks an awful lot like the real world. Not that Wayne is surprised. He’s seen it slip through enough times in his life to know that already.

Dustin said that Eddie died outside of the trailer but there’s no body in the clearing. No monster’s either. Instead of screams or violence, Hell is entirely silent. Not a sign of life for miles.

So Wayne walks.

He searches every place that Eddie used to run off to as a kid. He goes to every house that he’s ever had to pick Eddie up from and every store that Eddie had worked at. He walks the length of Hawkins looking for his boy and then does it again just in case he might have missed him somewhere.

And, finally, when Wayne has run out of options, he goes to the one place he hasn’t tried.

Hawkins Cemetery had been the one place that Wayne had managed to drag himself to after Eddie’s “death”. He would go at night, when it was sure to be empty, and spend hours at the bench that overlooked the town. Then, when he’d built up enough courage, he’d go down to his sister’s grave and beg for her forgiveness.

It makes sense, he supposes, that Eddie found himself at the same place.

He finds Eddie sitting in front of his mother’s grave. His forehead pressed against the rough stone. He looks worse than Wayne ever could have imagined. His long hair is matted solid with blood and dirt. His clothes are torn to shreds but his skin so discoloured that Wayne can barely tell what is fabric and what is flesh. He doesn’t move when Wayne drops the bag onto the ground. No even an inch. His body is as still as the stone he’s resting on.

“Son,” Wayne says, voice cracking.

Eddie moves then. He moves so quickly that Wayne almost doesn’t catch it. One second Eddie is by the headstone and the next he is standing in front of Wayne. His pupils have burst into the whites of his eyes. His skin is cut and peeling from around his mouth. His teeth, those crooked things that had always reminded Wayne of Eddie’s mother, were chipped and sharpened to points. Eddie glares at Wayne, his breathing ragged as he leans forward.

“It’s OK,” Wayne says. “You’re OK.”

Eddie flinches at the sound of Wayne’s voice. His eyes dart from from Wayne to the land around him. There is something so alien about him now. An wildness that hadn’t been there before. He is a predator ready to pounce. But he’s also the same scared kid that ran from their trailer all that time ago. He is a mess of everything that has brought him to this point. He is whatever he needed to be to survive this long. But, most importantly, he is Wayne’s boy and nothing will ever change that.

“Not real,” Eddie whispers in a guttural voice. It’s like someone has torn his throat from the inside. “Not real. Not real. Not real.”

Wayne reaches forward, placing a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie jerks it away and both of them flinch at the snap that fills the silence.

It takes everything in Wayne not to scream out in pain. He can’t look at his arm. Can’t see what the damage is. Not if he wants to keep his composure. Because if he screams then he will lose Eddie. He knows that by the way that he is staring down at the wound.

Instead, Wayne keeps his eyes on Eddie’s face and tries again. Tears in his eyes. He made the design to walk into hell. He wasn’t under any sort of assumption that he’d get out without a scratch.

“Eddie,” he says.

The darkness in Eddie’s eyes pulls back slightly and what is left of his lips begin to tremble. He looks at Wayne’s arm and then at Wayne. He’s shaking so violently that Wayne wishes he could do anything to steady him.

“Wayne?” Eddie whispers.

Wayne smiles then.

“It’s me, son.” he says. “I came back for you.”

The brown of his eyes is back now and Wayne feels confident enough to pull Eddie into a hug with his other arm. Eddie melts into it. Pressing his face into Wayne’s shoulder as his body shakes with sobs. Wayne can’t make out most of what he’s saying but he listens anyway. They have time to dig through it later. A whole lifetime of it.

And later, when Eddie has finally finished sobbing enough to pull back from Wayne and the pain in Wayne’s arm has reached an unbearable high, he walks out of hell with his nephew behind him.

do number 89 for the wrapped ficlet?

Thank you so much for this! Sorry about the angst and the Wayne centric nature of it. (There will probably be a part two at some point as well!)

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There are exactly three things Wayne Munson knows to be true about the world.

The first is that he only has his job at the plant because his floor manager, a balding man with rosacea and a wedding ring on his swollen fingers, is still in love with his dead sister. The second is that thanks to that job at the plant, he nearly has enough money saved to buy Eddie the guitar he’s been raving about for his birthday. And the third, perhaps the saddest of all three, is that, despite Eddie being gone now for a month and a half, he still talks about him in present tense.

And you can call it the grieving process if you like. You can say that it’s a temporary thing. That, eventually, he’ll learn to stop saying that his nephew lives with him and, instead, say that he lived with him.

But Wayne wouldn’t agree.

See, he has done his fair share of grieving. He has outlived his parents and his siblings and most of the friends and lovers that he has ever been lucky enough to have. He knows loss like the back of his hand. But this… This doesn’t feel like loss. It feels raw and unjust and painful but it also feels wrong. Because he can still feel Eddie. Still hear the echo of his voice in the trailer and the songs he whistles on the porch. Sometimes he dreams of him and it’s not like any dream he has ever had. It’s vivid and real and he wakes up with dirt under his fingernails and the taste of copper in his mouth.

Because the dreams are always the same. His nephew is in the ground and Wayne has to dig him back up. It’s hard ground, so hard it rips at his skin as he claws at it, but he can hear Eddie calling for him through it. Can feel the tremors of him trying to dig his way out. The dream always ends just before he gets to him.

(Wayne stays awake for the rest of the night after those dreams. He bandages his bleeding fingers and washes the dirt away and prays to a god that he no longer believes in to make it make sense. He never gets an answer. Sometimes he wonders if he’d believe it if he did.)

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Unlike the other mourners in Hawkins, no one brings Wayne food or condolences or a single fleeting moment of acknowledgment. The only visitors he ever gets are people seeking vengeance. They throw paint at his new trailer or smash the windows of his car or come in groups with bats and whatever other weapons they’ve managed to find on their way over.

So he buys another gun, something small that he can sleep with under his pillow, and he becomes accustomed to sleeping with his back to the door. He has a knife too, back from his hunting days, but looking at it makes him feel every bit the person they say he is. He keeps it in a box by the door and tells himself it’s only for life and death situations. The truth is that he’d probably not use it even then. That, at this point, he’s not sure why he’s even trying to defend himself.

All of this to say, he doesn’t quite believe it when he gets a knock at the door followed by a quiet voice explaining that they’re a friend of Eddie’s. “It’s me, Mr Munson. It’s Dustin. I gave you his necklace. I, uh, I told you that…”

He knows exactly who Dustin is. That day is etched into his mind so deeply that he will never be able to smooth out the lines. As unfair as it is to the kid, Dustin is synonymous with death in Wayne’s mind. But he was Eddie’s friend and Wayne doesn’t know how to say no to that. So he lets him in. He lets him in and he offers him coffee and he stands quietly while Dustin tells him everything.

And Wayne finally knows for sure then that he’s not losing his mind. That the dreams have always been more than dreams. That the blood and dirt and the ache in his chest weren’t part of his imagination.

And he knows, before the words come out of Dustin’s mouth, that Eddie is alive. In what state, he doesn’t know, but he is alive. In this hellish dimension. Broken and in need of help.

And here enters a fourth truth, perhaps the most important truth, that Wayne Munson would do anything for Eddie. He made a promise on the day that he was born to protect him with his life and he isn’t about to break that now. He would walk into hell to bring him home.

And that later night, he does.

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6 for the wrapped game 🥰

Thank you so much for this. This one is a bit out there, but I’ve kind of been dying to do a fantasy au of sorts and this was the perfect excuse :)

There were roughly seven-hundred people in palace on the last night of the year long summer. Most were the type one would expect to be there. Nobles, military generals, esteemed businessmen and scholars. All those deemed valuable enough to breathe the same air as royalty. And then there were the others. Spies and rebels and those that sought to stop the royal family from breathing entirely.

Edward Munson was part of the latter.

Though he was reluctant to call himself a spy or a rebel.

Firstly, he was far too loud for spy work. From his looks, his raven black hair and his scar covered body, to the mess of fabric and chains he adorned himself in, to the loud boom of his voice. He was a man who refused to disappear into the shadows. To the detriment of all else, he demanded to be seen.

And rebellion?

Well, that would suggest that Eddie fought for a cause greater than himself. That he did the things that he did out of some belief it was making the world better. That there was a part of him, no matter how small it was, that believed in anything at all.

No, Eddie was not a spy nor a rebel. But he did want the royal family dead. Or, at least, he wanted to see what would happen when they did die. The chaos. The fallout. The world born anew.

That was why he made the journey from the Upside Down despite having strict orders to stay away from the palace. Tonight was the night that would inspire a thousand songs. And, after everything he had done, hadn’t Eddie earned a spot in the very first audience?

But he had to be careful.

Eddie might have been told to stay behind but his brothers had not been. Related only by the words of a man that Eddie did not respect nor love, these men would not hesitate to kill him if they thought he stood in their way.

So he wore clothes stolen from a man who had been stupid enough to follow a whistle into a shadow, donned a mask borrowed from a beautiful but thoughtless member of the Upper Court, and did his best to disappear into the crowd.

His plan was to find a nice dark corner and wait. Somewhere close enough to the crowd to take advantage of drink and the food but still out of sight enough from anyone who might recognise him.

It was a good plan.

A simple plan.

But that had been before he had laid eyes on the Prince.

It took him a moment to recognise him. He had only ever seen Prince Harrington in royal garb. The golden child of a kingdom that his family were willing to let suffer. But this man was not like the Prince in the pictures. His full brown hair fell wildly around his face. His face was hidden behind a mask not too dissimilar to the one that Eddie had stolen for himself. His clothes were simple.

And then Eddie realised what was going on. The Prince was trying to hide his identify. He was a caricature of every person that he and his family looked past every day of their lives. It was a pathetic disguise. Yet, no one seemed to see what was right in front of them. Well, no one except Eddie.

Which was an opportunity far too delicious to pass up on. So, instead of finding his dark corner, Eddie marched up to the Prince and held out his hand.

“Care for a dance?”

The Prince took a step backwards, staring at the palm of Eddie’s hand as if it were capable of complete ruination, and then looked up at Eddie.

His brown eyes were hazy with drink. Of course he had been indulging. Why would the future king even try to set an example for the rest them? His lips were pink with wine and Eddie tried not to focus too much on the way the Prince wet them with his tongue. He had the urge to pull his hand back but he would not admit defeat. Not to someone like this.

“Alright,” the Prince said finally, dropping his hand heavily into Eddie’s.

The hesitation seemed to disappear from him then. He jerked into action. All those years of recitals and practice guiding his inebriated body into something almost beautiful. Eddie found himself taking a back seat as the Prince lead them. Found himself focusing less on how easily it would be to drive a dagger into the man’s throat and more on how the muscles of his throat worked as he breathed. It was a prince’s job to be beautiful and disarming and Prince Harrington was doing it perfectly.

They were close to each other now. Too close. Eddie could smell the wine on his breathe. He glanced up and found the Prince staring back at him.

“Is this what it feels like to be in the company of royalty?” Eddie whispered quietly, shattering the moment as quickly as it had started. “Or would you like to carry on pretending you’re normal folk for a little longer, my sweet prince.”

His tone was mocking and his smile felt cold and uncomfortable on his face. He wanted to drop to his knees and pick up the shards of what could have been. To piece them back together and ask nicely if they could do it again. He wanted to do what they had always told him he couldn’t. He wanted to kill this man for making him want to do anything at all. He wanted to scream at the mere idea of killing such a beautiful thing to begin with. He wanted so much in that moment that it felt larger than himself.

“Don’t call me that,” the prince pleaded. His voice lacked the edge that Eddie had expected. “Please.”

He leaned close, lips brushing against the Prince’s ear. It would be so easy to kill him now. To change his life entirely. He would be spoken about for centuries to come. His legacy would be secure for the rest of time. “And what should I call you instead then?”

“Steve,” the Prince whispered.

“Steve,” Eddie repeated.

It tasted entirely like his undoing.

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