30s, she/her. Professional costumer, amateur bookbinder, writer and artist, and full-time nerd. Mostly a Stranger Things (Steddie), Merlin and VLD blog with a random splattering of various other fandoms. Forever be a nerd, never be normal, and remember to stay magical my friends. staymagical.carrd
Proud to present my latest fic bind. The amazing and wonderful Steddie AU fic Flight Risk written by ayes and with art by itskleo. One of my favorite fics I have read, completely captivating me from start to finish so I just had to make it into a physical book. Highly HIGHLY recommend if you haven’t read it already.
Read it here:
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As always no profit was made from this bind, everything is done by hand and free copies were given to the creators as gifts only. This is solely a labor of love and a way to give back to those that have given so much to the fandom. I just really enjoy bookbinding, okay.
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Last Song: Doors - Noah Kahan (this album, my god)
Current Obsession: Stranger Things, Project Hail Mary, Heated Rivalry
Currently Reading: An ARC that I can't talk about....yet
Currently Working On: Writing: Lost Time Steddie pt2 (aka In Over My Head sequel)and an Untitled Medieval Omegaverse concubine!Steve fic
Bookbinding: The Folk of the Air omnibus, Stranger Things fanfic journal, You're Divine ficbind, and a My Hero Academia ficbind as a gift for the author
Currently Wearing: shorts and an oversized tee. It's hot af
Last Search: World Cup schedule ;)
Favorite Flower: Gardenia
There's so much I'm always working on at once and it's a problem clearly lol. Anyway, gotta get back to it!
Incredibly excited to reveal my project for my first ever @steddiebbang
Slaying Dragons in the Dark is a hurt/comfort fix-it fic that follows Steve and Eddie as they hide away and heal in House Harrington after the events of Season 4. It's part fix-it fic, part "make these characters confront their trauma" fic, and I'm very excited to get to talk about it now!
Also so happy to have @staymagical as my wonderful artist this year. Those book binds? Divine. I also have @spectrum-spectre as my magnificent beta.
Want a preview? Check out my summary and a snippet below:
Eddie Munson died. Heart stopped, bled crimson on the ashen ground of the Upside Down until he was ripped through the bony fingers of the Reaper, gasping for breath and writhing in pain. These new friends, new acquaintances, had adopted him as one of their own, and they refused to let him go gently into that good night. But when wounds get patched, and reunions occur, how do you move on when that same hell is still threatening to burst forth around you? When nightmares of teeth and tails and terror still haunt your sleep? When half of the town thinks you're Satan himself and most of them think you're dead? When the terror whose minions you died to and who your allies failed to kill is still lurking in the dark, growing stronger every day? When you are healing alongside a man that, quite literally, snatched you from death's clutches, dragged you out of hell, and made you the best damn cup of coffee you've ever had?
1986 may not be the year Eddie graduates, but it's sure as hell going to be the year he stops running, the year he grows, the year he survives. If not for himself, then for others. Because he has a whole new network of support, and they're hauling him kicking and screaming, hiding him away in the Harrington house as he heals from wounds both physical and mental. Maybe, in the middle of all this madness, he can find time to heal his heart, too. Or maybe, he just goes insane looking at the same handful of boring rooms every day with only Steve Harrington for regular company.
"You…you're all…you," Eddie starts, sad, wet eyes glancing up at him, head still drooped, "And I…I can't even sleep without being scared. How are you not scared?"
Steve stilled for a moment, brow furrowing in thought as he contemplated Eddie's question.
"I'm not scared," Steve started, Eddie huffing out a bitter laugh before Steve continued, "I'm fucking terrified."
At Steve's admission, Eddie lifted his eyes to meet Steve's, searching for an answer in his green-brown hazel eyes, "Every time, I think it's going to be over finally, and it keeps coming back. And at this point, I feel like Penhurst would have a field day with my brain."
Eddie grinned at his admission, lopsided where the gauze and tape limited movement, before it fell from his face, looking at Steve with such sadness, "Each time it's more of the same, but also each time it's different. It always builds and builds, and you'll have some weird fucking fears."
Eddie tilts his head in confusion, brows knitting together, "You aren't doing much to reassure me there, Harrington."
"You know the Byers can't put lights on their Christmas tree anymore?" Steve asked Eddie, who shook his head no before Steve continued, "Joyce…she used them to communicate with Will when he was in the Upside Down the first year, back in '83—had 'em all over her house. I saw it when Nancy and Jonathan set a trap for one of those monsters, kids call it a demogorgon. She had some ouiji board type shit on the wall with the alphabet, and strings of lights all along the ceilings."
Steve let out a shaky breath before continuing, "They…the lights flicker when those things are nearby. When Nancy pulled a gun on me to chase me off from the Byers' house…I was standing at my open car door, about to haul ass out of there. When I looked back…it was like a strobe light was going off. I could hear Nancy and Jonathan yelling, and some awful sound. I was fucking terrified. But I couldn't…knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had just left them, you know?"
Eddie flinched at that, looking away, "Yeah, well, I did run, Harrington. After Chrissy…I fucking ran."
"The thing is…I did too," Steve rasped, voice dripping with disdain for himself, "Before Nancy could scare me off by pointing that gun at me, that thing…it dropped out of the ceiling and cornered us in Jonathan's bedroom. When it disappeared, Nancy yelled at me to leave again, telling me it was going to come back, and I fucking ran."
Steve looked up, eyes focused and piercing as he met Eddie's gaze, "Yeah, we both ran. But think about what you saw, what I saw? That's some horror movie bullshit that neither of us prepared for, that neither of us could do anything about. But after that, neither of us ran."
Eddie scoffed at that, drawing an annoyed glare from Steve, "No, you don't get to downplay yourself like that, Munson. You could have stayed in that boat when the vines dragged me through the portal, but you jumped in after us."
"Yeah, cause I was too scared to stay there alone," Eddie spat, voice filled with self-loathing.
"And when you went through the gate? Saw those bats eating me alive. You didn't run. You fought them off, alongside Robin and Nancy, with a fucking oar. And you saw what they did to me, how terrifying that place was. And when we planned to go right back in there to fight the thing that killed Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick? You were the second one through that portal."
Steve looked to Eddie, who was staring a hole through a spot on the comforter, chewing the nail on his thumb. Steve leaned into his vision, hand going to Eddie's shoulder to push him back gently, forcing him to make eye contact.
"You saved Dustin, man," Steve asserted, admiration and appreciation clear in his voice. "He told me what happened, how the bats came through the vents. They would have poured through that portal, gotten both of you. It would have blocked the rest of us from getting out. So yeah, I guess if you're being technical, you ran then. But not because of fear, but purpose."
Steve's dad being an asshole and at some point in his life saying to Steve, "I hope one day you have a kid just like you so you can finally know the disappointment you are to me."
Years later, as Eddie and Steve watch their newborn daughter sleep in her crib the first night they bring her home, Eddie holds him lovingly and says, "I hope she grows up to be just like you, baby. She's gonna be the sweetest kid."
Eddie has no idea why Steve started to cry, but he holds his husband anyway and doesn't let go.
Happy holidays, @oh-stars !! Here is a little something for you 💖 for the @steddieexchange !! Is there anything sweeter than Eddie serenading his boy while they both dance in the snow???? I hope you like it!!! #SteddieWinterExchange
Modern AU where Dustin’s entire social media presence is science experiments and videos of him ragebaiting Steve.
It’s so obvious that he’s doing it and Steve falls for it every time.
He posts a video where he asks Steve if he ever wished he was athletic. Steve spends the whole video sputtering about how he is athletic. He was on the basketball team, and swim captain, and he did track. He was a pole vaulter and-
“Like a stripper?”
“No! Not like a strip-“
He posts another video where he breaks into Steve’s house (uses his key) in the middle of the night, wakes him up, and then is like, “Oh, um. I forgot what I was going to say.”
Video ends because Steve grabbed his nailbat.
Dustin does that new trend where he’s like, “Things me and Steve have put up our butts. Me? Nothing. Steve-“
*cut to video of Steve saying, “Nail bat, ax, chainsaw, a lamp - like a tall one - boat oar…Nancy’s gun.”*
This video is later stitched with a video Lucas posts of Dustin showing Steve the video and Steve being like, “Ask me the real question. You’re misrepresenting me. Let me answer it for real.”
Dustin with a long suffering sigh, “Fine. What have you put up your b-“
“Eddie Munson.”
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