- 31 | They/She [MDNI]
- Steddie truther 👨❤️💋👨
- Multiship: Ronance, Buckingham, Waynny, Nancy/Therapy
- I do write/have written for other fandoms but not as often [9-1-1, Heated Rivalry, and Marvel]
- 🧑🏽💻 AO3 - QueenOfSwords1312
- 🦋 Bluesky
- Shakespeare adaptation and fan studies academics mixed in there
Stranger Things:
Free-Use Healthcare (aka the Reverse Gloryhole Fic)
cherry on my lips (part 1 of Super Soaker Steve Era)
sunshine on my face (part 2 of Super Soaker Steve Era)
9-1-1:
Doubt that the stars are fire (but never doubt I love)
A Kind of Merry War [for the Steddie Big Bang 2024]
The Universe Must Have Divined This [for the Sapphic Mini Bang 2024]
Pressure in Increments [for the Eddie Munson Big Bang 2025]
My heart in Your Dreams [for the Steddie Big Bang 2025]
Steddie On [one-shots that may or may not go together]
Mexican Eddie and Italian Steve
Sub Eddie Week 2024
Super Soaker Steve Era
Steddie Week 2024
Stevie Week 2024
Steddie Angsty August (only on tumblr) [1] [2] [3]
Steddie Kinktober 2024 (on AO3 and Tumblr) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]
Ongoing WIP: money, fame and fortune (never could compete) [aka The Singing Comp fic; updates sporadically]
Schoolyard Crush (aka Preschool Teacher Steve and Single-dad Eddie) [Originally posted as twt threads and cross-posted here; updates sporadically]
It's been a busy week, but I'm so excited to share my Steddie BB project! It's cute, it's silly, and it's completely in line with my current Fake Dating obsession. I hope you like it!
Rating: E(?) | Wordcount: ~20-25K
Tags: Fake Dating, No Upside Down AU, Modern-ish AU, Co-conspirators to Lovers, Past Tommy/Eddie, Petty Revenge, RomCom
Summary:
Eddie made the stupidest decision in his life and followed his boyfriend, Tommy, to a different state and a different city and a different job, only to find himself unceremoniously kicked to the curb. All because of Tommy’s obsession with his high school crush that got away. Now he was jobless, homeless, and brainless apparently, since his only plan for revenge was to contact Tommy’s high school crush, Steve Harrington, and beg him for help with something just petty enough to work. It wasn’t like he wanted Tommy back, absolutely not, he just wanted Tommy to taste a little bit of his own Instagram-curated medicine. And what better way to drive his ex crazy than setting up a fake relationship with the man he’d been obsessively stalking on social media since he was eighteen? Was it petty? Yes. Was it dumb as hell? Absolutely. Would it drive Tommy completely insane and probably lead to a massive crash out that would taste sweeter than any dessert Eddie had ever tasted? No doubt about it. So Eddie sucked it up, opened his DMs, and rattled off an unhinged request to a total stranger.
↳ Snip below the cut
Eddie wasn’t stupid, contrary to popular belief. Sure, his teachers may have thought so, and maybe his father did too, but he wasn’t. Or at least, he hadn’t been. He hadn’t been, until he decided to follow his stupid boyfriend to Chicago, even with the pit of unease that creeped into his gut and didn’t leave.
He hadn’t been, until he ignored everything that told him this was a bad idea because Tommy was so good at talking him out of his own thoughts.
You’re overthinking, he’d say.
You need to relax, he’d say.
You’re seriously going to stay in your podunk town just because you ‘feel weird’? C’mon, Eddie.
And he sounded right, at the time. An apartment he didn’t have to pay for, a job already lined up at the same company Tommy’s dad ran, someone there so he wasn’t alone in a new city.
It seemed right. It seemed stupid to refuse.
That was until he found himself unceremoniously kicked to the curb after one fucking fight. A fight that Eddie refused to settle on, and kept poking the bear until Tommy reported him to his father for harassment, got him fired, and tossed his bags out the fourth floor window of their apartment.
Tommy’s apartment. Because Eddie wasn’t on the lease.
Eddie didn’t think he was stupid, but he sure felt like he was as he sat on the curb of an unfamiliar city, two shitty duffle bags of his clothes and not much else sitting beside him as he smoked through his last pack of cigarettes. It had only been three months. Three months, until he was suddenly homeless, jobless, and apparently fucking brainless to boot.
It wasn’t even like it was a new fight, it was a fight that had been shoved aside so many times, he kind of expected it to keep being pushed off until it was irrelevant. It wasn’t even like Tommy was cheating, or pursuing other people; he wasn’t looking elsewhere, he didn’t have wandering eyes, and he wasn’t afraid of claiming Eddie in public whenever they went out — which was new for Eddie. Maybe that skewed his idea of a healthy relationship, just a little.
No, instead it was like there was a third man in the relationship that was never actually there.
A ghost.
A remnant of a life that didn’t even exist. One that Tommy just couldn’t get out of his head.
Eddie’d never even met the guy.
Steve Harrington.
Apparently he and Tommy had gone to high school together, before either of them even realized they were gay. Which would mean nothing, as far as Eddie was concerned. He’d had plenty of gay awakenings in high school that went absolutely nowhere, and they fizzled out fairly quickly.
The problem was that it wasn’t flizzling. Every time Eddie did something slightly wrong, it was ‘Steve did it this way’ or ‘Steve did it that way’ or ‘Steve’s dinner tasted better, but yours is good too, Eds.’
For once Eddie just wanted to have a nice night in with his boyfriend, without having Steve Harrington hanging over the conversation. He was overthinking, Tommy said; he was paranoid, he insisted; it wasn’t like Steve was even in the state, Eddie, they were just high school friends, get over it.
So Eddie told him he wasn’t the one who needed to get over it. It was Tommy that kept bringing him up, it was Tommy that kept inserting some random guy into their relationship, it was Tommy who compared every little thing Eddie did to Steve, when — News Flash! — Steve clearly didn’t want him, it was Eddie who had moved states to be with him, it was Eddie he’d begged to follow him, it was Eddie who’d made them dinner every fucking night to several back-handed compliments and critique disguised as praise.
Apparently that wasn’t the correct thing to say, he scoffed to himself as he flipped through the contacts in his phone and debated whether or not calling Wayne for a ride or walking to the nearest bus station was better. Wayne would have to drive for a few hours to reach him, and that would definitely result in ‘I told you so’s and ‘I hated that boy from the beginning’s that Eddie didn’t want to deal with right now.
On the other hand, the Greyhound station was a couple miles away, and he’d have to call Wayne for a ride once he got to Hawkins anyway.
Eddie groaned, poking around through his social media just to delay his choice for a few more minutes. He didn’t think he’d be this annoyed by the end of a two-year relationship. He figured he’d be sadder, maybe a little depressed, maybe he’d feel all his emotions congeal into a blob of despair that would clog up his lungs and his throat and choke him from the inside out.
At least, that’s what the movies and books would claim.
Instead, he felt righteous indignation burn a hole through him as he looked at Tommy’s latest instagram post — a picture of their dinner from a couple days ago, Eddie’s ring-clad hand loosely resting around the stem of a wine glass (one he’d kind of wished he threw at Tommy’s head) that was taken right before their fight started and ended with their relationship up in flames.
Sometimes it’s all worth it
The caption stared at him mockingly. Eddie wasn’t even tagged in it or anything, it was just Tommy’s smug little way of looking perfect online — he didn’t need Eddie for that, he just needed a prop, another body to show the world that Tommy wasn’t pathetic and alone, to pretend that he wasn’t hung up on some high school nobody like the loser he was. God, Eddie was so mad.
The timestamp was even minutes ago, as if he hadn’t already told Eddie he was fired and his stuff was on the curb by then. He could strangle that little weasel, he could march right back up the stairs and pound on the door and demand he delete the stupid picture.
But what would that do?
Tommy wouldn’t even open the door, let alone delete his stupid post. He probably had a stockpile of their pictures just to keep up the relationship on Instagram for appearances. He scoffed, the sound ripping from his throat sharp with anger that had nowhere to go.
Posting some angry rant online calling him out would just make Eddie look like a lunatic, and give him proof to hand over to HR to justify his firing. Was slinking back to Hawkins with his tail between his legs really the only thing he could do about this? Tommy deserved to feel like shit, he deserved to get a relationship thrown into his face over and over again, Eddie wasn’t just a prop, he was a person.
He was angrily scrolling through past pictures, his last cigarette hanging from his lips when a username caught his eye.
StevietheHairington had liked one of their early pictures, one with Eddie’s hand clasped in Tommy’s over a fancy tablecloth with candles and mood lighting, and suddenly he had an idea.
A petty one, for sure, but Eddie had never exactly been known as level-headed. He was a big fan of petty, a huge fan of petty — call him Tom Petty he was so ready to not back down.
So he went to Steve’s profile, just for a peek. Just a look — not even a look, a glance, just a little one.
The guy was gorgeous, he’d give Tommy that. All tan and happy, pretty mole-dotted skin that could absolutely stick in someone’s head for years. He looked sweet, nice even, which he hadn’t quite expected from someone who was friends with Tommy in school. He had several pictures with some girl, declarations of best friends and platonic soulmates that said Steve was probably single, which worked perfectly for the little plan that was vaguely forming in Eddie’s head.
It wasn’t even a plan, yet, just the whispers of a plan, really. It was kind of crazy, even for Eddie, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try.
So he opened his DMs and sent probably the most unhinged message to a stranger that he’d ever sent in his life. He started with a simple ‘Hey man. You don’t know me, but I think you know my boy—’ he deleted the last few letters and shook his head, clearing his throat from the anger that suddenly climbed up to choke him, ‘ex-boyfriend,’ he amended.
‘We’d been dating for a few years and he dragged me to a new city just to throw me to the curb because he was too obsessed with you. I know that’s not your fault, and I’m not mad, but I was wondering if you’d maybe be interested in helping me get a little revenge?’
‘Ik this is weird and a lil fucked up and everything but he seriously left me stranded and got me fired and this is the only thing I can think of to get back at him…’
He didn’t exactly expect a reply, to be honest. He kind of figured that would be that, and he’d just have to suck it up and deal with getting his life back in order — starting with the trek to the train station with his stupid bags weighing him down like cement blocks.
He was sweaty and tired by the time he got a ticket and a seat, a vague text to Wayne about coming to visit for a few days… or weeks, that he then ignored. He had two hours to gear up for the ‘I told you so’s, he didn’t need them before he and his uncle were even face-to-face.
When his phone buzzed a few minutes later, he figured it would be the exact type of text he didn’t want to read, but it was a DM instead.
From Steve.
Eddie scrambled to open the app, nearly dropping his phone in the process, heart skyrocketing into his throat like the king of rock himself had just messaged him instead of a stranger.
‘weird lol whos ur ex?’
That’s all it said. Simple.
‘Tommy Hagan?’
‘I’m in.’
The reply was instantaneous. It popped up like a liferaft, dragging Eddie’s drowning emotions to the surface with renewed clarity and hope. He didn’t think it’d be that easy, he didn’t think he’d get a reply at all, let alone an immediate one.
A bubble popped up, ellipses drifting in and out until Steve replied again.
in light of the insanity that was 9x17 i want it on the record that if you ever heard me say i was done with 911 and buddie no you didn't—anyway i found an opening to a buddie fic i will probably never actually write in my notebook the other day so i am releasing her into the world. enjoy fellow gay people
It's late at night when the notification appears on Eddie's phone: Motion detected at your ring camera. He means to swipe it away immediately, but he opens it instead. He means to close the live feed, pushing down the desperate instinct to keep watching, to get a glimpse of Buck. He means to, he really does.
His intentions crumble instantly when met with the sight of Buck pressed into Eddie's front door, curls wild and face flush with want. Buck is pressed into Eddie's front door by Tommy fucking Kinard, and Eddie feels a cold blaze trickle down his spine. It's at this moment that the audio finally loads and the sounds of Buck's moans echo through his bedroom.
Unfortunately, it's also at this moment that Eddie's actions prior to opening that damn notification catch up to him, and he remembers he had been in the middle of jerking off and was now watching his best friend make out with said best friend's ex. The sight before him should immediately kill his boner and yet—and yet—he cums hands-free to the sound of his best friend's moans.
Fuck, Eddie thinks as he numbly turns off his phone, staring down at the cum splattered across his stomach, a hysterical laugh beginning to build in his chest. Frank is going to be so smug about this.
Happy Holidays, @paceprompting! 🎄💘 This gift is for youuuuu!
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jeff, Gareth, Freak, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Jim Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Background Characters and Cameos
Tags: 5+1 Things, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Christmas, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Idiot4Idiot, Fluff and Smut, Christmas, Gift Giving, Sharing Clothes, Secret Relationship, so secret in fact that it’s even a secret to them, Jeff and Robin already know though, Who can be the better boyfriend when neither of them are boyfriends? Let’s find out!, Getting Together while being together, Dungeons and Dragons, Possessive Steve Harrington, Possessive Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson has ADHD, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, BDSM Dynamics, Dirty Talk, Biting Kink, Steve Harrington Has an Oral Fixation, Masturbation, Blowjobs, Spanking, Mirror Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Condoms? Never heard of her, Creampie, Cum Swallowing, Eddie Munson has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Whimpers, Aftercare, Denial of Feelings, Acceptance of Feelings, Love Confessions, The Snow is a paid actor
Summary:
Eddie would like it on record that he is not dating Steve Harrington. They’re friends, in the loosest of terms. It’s the sort of thing that happens when you save the world together.
And okay, fine, maybe they’ve been hooking up occasionally.
But none of that does a relationship make.
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Or: The 5 times Eddie and Steve do things for each other in the name of ✨friendship✨ and the one time it’s finally obvious that it’s something more.
Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Post The Long Game, Book Canon Compliant, POV Shane Hollander, Spoilers, Seriously if you haven’t read The Long Game this won’t make sense, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Mentioned Irina Rozanov, Mentioned Grigori Rozanov, Mentioned Andrei Rozanov, Allusions to Mental Health Struggles, Concerns about Dementia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Photographs, Inspired by a TikTok
Summary:
Shane has been keeping a secret. One that, until recently, he forgot he was even keeping. It’s been locked away in a safe, hidden behind a false wall panel at the cottage, unopened since 2021, if the last thing to be put in it is anything to go by.
Or: The gift of memories.
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