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Hello! Figured I'd put together one of these to organize myself a bit.

For each fic, links to individual writing tags will contain every post made about them, including snippets and sneak peeks

-I don't have tag lists but happy to make one for different fics. Just let me know if you want to be tagged in something -Always enjoy being tagged in writing games -Asks are open, feel free to drop in! Writing tag: tinawrites

Updated as of Jan 2026

Multi-chaptered/Multi-part fics

Tales of Eddierotica Complete - 32k "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating.", rated E Chapter 1: Pirates | Chapter 2: Vampire | Chapter 3: Aliens | Chapter 4: Prince and Stableboy | Chapter 5: Cowboys | Art Writing tag | Ao3 link

#steddie #tinawrites #masterpost #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #Spent my lunchbreak writing this up instead of working on WIPs lol #but lists are equally satisfying to make

nancywheelesbian

Kinda think Steve doesn’t love smoking anymore after being drugged by the Russians. But when he realizes that having a joint is an excuse to get close to Eddie he starts using it

platonicstobins

I love the idea of Steve being traumatized by drugs but I also love the idea of Steve getting dependent on drugs bc he can't sleep and he's in pain and Eddie notices it

nancywheelesbian

Both at once! He panicks when he starts feeling the effects but they’re also the only way he can get to sleep so he just ends up. Falling asleep panicked every night

tinytalkingtina

He does this until it's super late one night and Eddie insists he stays over. Steve keeps waiting for the panic to set in but it never does with Eddie snoring and starfishes out next to him.

#steddie

adverbally

Body of Years

———

The itch of nostalgia gets to Eddie sometimes. It sends him up the creaky attic stairs to pull a green Rubbermaid bin out of storage. Even among all the boxes they’ve accumulated through the years, it’s easy to find the right one. Steve’s neat handwriting on the side proclaims it to be full of “Eddie’s journals: 1986-1992.”

The notebooks weigh a ton, and Eddie isn’t as strong or as stable as he was in his youth, so he doesn’t bother trying to get them downstairs. He sits on a dusty camp chair, sweating in the early fall warmth, and is transported back in time.

As he flips through the pages, he remembers those days vividly. Snippets of song lyrics and melodies, often scribbled in the dark upon waking from a dead sleep. Little doodles of potential tattoos to replace the ones lost to scars and skin grafts. Plans for a new Hellfire campaign. Recipes for the simple meals Steve would cook and drop off for Eddie and Wayne. Movies that Steve recommended, songs that Steve liked, books that Steve had never read but needed to.

Eddie smiles at how soon his love for Steve becomes evident in his writing. Months before he put a name to the feeling, even longer before he dared to bare his heart to Steve, their mutual fascination already leapt off the page. It’s an unexpected blessing to have documentation of those days, now that he’s older and his memory isn’t as sharp.

He’s a few notebooks in, humming to himself as he rediscovers one of the first openly romantic songs he ever wrote for Steve, when his husband’s voice floats up from the main floor.

“You better not have broken a hip up there!”

“Nah, just my neck!” Eddie hollers back.

Steve’s snort is audible as he reaches the base of the ladder. “I’m not carrying you down. Your corpse will have to rot up here.”

Eddie catches the genuine worry on Steve’s face as he appears from the trapdoor. It quickly melts into mild exasperation, his very favorite of Steve’s expressions.

“I thought you were looking for the Halloween stuff,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes as he settles on the floor beside Eddie. “Not camping out on memory lane.”

Eddie sighs dramatically. “What could I do when the greatest love story the world has ever known is right here at my fingertips?”

“Oh, yeah? Whose?” His eyes sparkle when Eddie glares down at him.

“Can’t I be a sappy freak on our anniversary?”

“You’re my sappy freak all the time and I love it.” Steve squeezes his hand. “Come down, before our dinner gets cold.”

#steddie #aww this is adorable

oodlyenough

a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.

#see I just grew up around a lot of orthodox ladies so I can clock wigs pretty well lol #but it won't ping as “wrong” unless it's especially atrocious

dreamwatch

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

In the aftermath of everything, post witch hunt, post painful surgeries, post getting his name cleared, post all of that, Eddie has to face one more challenge:

His van is fucked.

It was impounded by the cops and they didn’t give a single flying fuck about looking after it while it was in their care. Wayne collected it while Eddie was still in rehab stretching muscles he didn’t really have anymore, and he was sketchy about it’s condition. “Nothing we can’t buff out.”

Broken headlamps don’t buff out.

But that was fine, the important part was he got it back - minus tapes, bastards - and once he was cleared to drive he’d have freedom again. He could go away with the boys, Gareth had enough camping equipment to open his own REI, so they wouldn’t need to cough up for motels.

As with all things in Eddie’s life though, the universe has other ideas.

#steddie #corroded coffin #I love this haha #and such a realistic way for the town to continue to hate Eddie without it boiling over into another mob #I bet he compromises by making his own version of those dice or rosaries you put on the car mirror #by gluing a DND mini to some string

dreamsteddie

Sunflower

Content Tags: Platonic Sobin, major character death, grief, depression, major character undeath

Inspired by this beautiful art by @tarraing

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When they found Steve, broken and bloody and scraped raw from the bats, all Robin could think about was that Steve's favorite sweatpants were ruined. She'd never understood those things or how someone so obsessed with fashion could wear them, but he'd always loved how comfortable they were. She razzes him about it every time he wears them.

Now they're ruined. Dirty and ripped.

She can hear Nancy ordering them to help her and Eddie freaking out but it's all just white noise to her right up until the moment everything comes flooding back in and the world has never been louder. Her breathing is deafening like she's trying to breathe for both of them.

Steve isn't breathing.

Steve isn't breathing but somehow she still is.

One moment she's stuck watching Nancy Wheeler try to patch her soulmate back together the next she's doing it for her so Nancy can start CPR. Eddie has stopped freaking out, she is dimly aware of him standing behind her, hovering because he doesn't know how to help. Doesn't know if there's any way to help.

Robin knows she's talking but it doesn't matter what she's saying. She doesn't think Steve can hear her. How could anything she says matter when her best friend isn't there to hear it? But she can't make herself stop, just in case.

But Steve never hears her. Nancy pushes on his chest and forces air into his lungs until her arms are shaking and she doesn't have enough strength to move his chest anymore. Then Robin takes over even though she has no idea what she's doing. Even though Nancy and Eddie are trying to tell her it's no use, that they need to go.

Like she could leave him here.

Then she's kicking and screaming because they're trying to pull her away. She's biting down on Eddie's ringed hand and kicking out into Nancy's ribs. She's not leaving, she's not. She can't do that to Steve, would rather lie down next to him, take his hand, and let the bats find her than leave him behind.

The last thing she sees before someone knocks her in the head is Steve's eyes, open and empty and staring right at her.

------

When Robin wakes up she's surrounded by people, but no one says a thing. She sees Dustin, red-eyed and empty standing in a corner across from the couch she's been placed on. Max won't look at her, Erica is glued to her side, Eddie looks lost, Lucas is trying to keep a siff upper lip for his sister, and Nancy looks like a block of steel. Steve isn't anywhere to be found.

But then again, Robin knew that. She'd know if Steve was her because their hearts beat as one, but now her chest feels empty. It's Max, brave, scared Max, who breaks the silence. Robin doesn't hear it. Doesn't listen as people start explaining plans around them. Can't channel the righteous fury she sees in Nancy and Max, or the barely concealed fear in Eddie and Erica, or the building weight of responsibility growing in Lucas and Dustin's too old eyes. All she feels is empty.

She's going to do whatever they want her to do because she knows it's what Steve would do. Knows without a shadow of a doubt that if she was the one lying dead in the Upside Down he would be on a war path in her name, so she needs to do the same.

When she launches that last fire bomb into Vecna's ugly head, it's a hollow victory.

Everyone else survives. The Byers move back to Hawkins. The town starts to rebuild. The big bad is gone for good.

But it doesn't mean anything to her. She lies in bed most days without saying a word. She lets her parents dote on her, listens passively as they try to remind her of the college acceptance letters waiting for her on the kitchen counter. Manages to sit up and smile just a little when Eddie brings Dustin and Erica by to see her. Cries with the two of them tucked under her arms, all three of them aware of how vulnerable they feel without a strong pair of arms wrapped around their other side.

Robin asks Eddie to hang back one day and makes a request. The next day he comes by with a clean needle and a pot of ink and Robin sits motionless as he engraves a sunflower inner her wrist, somewhere she'll always be able to see it.

She always swore to Steve that she would never get a tattoo, too freaked out by the possibility of an infection, but those fears feel so distant now that the worst thing that could happen has come to pass.

She catches Eddie with one of his own to match the next week.

------

A month goes by. She doesn't leave the house, even when Dustin comes by to beg her.

Then two. She can tell her parents are starting to really worry. They've given up trying to get her to think about college and started trying to get her to think about therapy.

Then Five. She started going to work again. She puts on her Family Video vest and thinks about Steve. She walks through the door and imagines Steve leaning over the counter. Keith turns on Back to the Future and she goes home with a panic attack. She doesn't speak unless it's necessary, but she's trying to move forward. She knows it's what Steve would want for her, even on the days when it's not what she wants for herself.

And then Six months pass.

There's a tap at her window.

She ignores it, at first. She refuses to go to a shrink, there are too many things she can't say to the ones her parents recommend, and she won't accept anything from those government goons who turned her best friend into a soldier. Into cannon fodder. Instead, she writes letters.

She sits down at her desk once a day and pours her heart out to Steve. She lets herself pretend for a few moments every day that he's just been dragged away by his parents for a few months. He's out there somewhere in the world, relying on her to keep her updated on the kids and the drama at work and herself until she can go out and join him, wherever he is. Some days she writes about nothing at all, some days she rages at him for leaving her behind, sometimes she speculates about their future, where she goes to college wherever he is, and they get an apartment and two dogs. She seals every one in an envelope, tucks them in a drawer, and lets herself breathe in that perfect fantasy for just a moment. It's the best part of her day, and nothing can tear her away from it.

Except the tapping doesn't stop.

And Robin lives on the second floor.

And everyone she knows would just come through the front door.

She turns, so slowly, toward the window. The glare from her bedside lamp makes it impossible to see anything through it, but she doesn't need to.

There are fingers, claws, forcing their way under the sill. She sucks in a sharp breath as they curl upward, crashes to the ground as they start to pull.

She's scrambling back, getting ready to scream and make a run for the walkie she leaves on silent on her desk to call for help. To warn the others that their monsters are back before it mows her down.

But then the window gives way and she stops. Stops everything.

Because the thing in her window is wearing her best friend's face. It's wearing his hair and his moles and his stupid fucking sweatpants.

And at the end of the day it doesn't actually matter what he looks like. It doesn't matter if there are new hinges in his jaw to show off new, shark-like teeth. It doesn't matter mater if he can't say anything besides a hissed, garbled rendition of her name. It doesn't even matter when he latches onto her wrist, right above that little sunflower, and sucks, taking just enough blood to make her light-headed.

Because she can feel his heartbeat pounding along with her own, perfectly in sync.

Because she's not alone, anymore.

dreamsteddie

What if I told you that mentally, I am back here again?

#stobin #what if I started sobbing

the-punforgiven

I'd love to make like, an animated nature documentary about fantasy monsters and their hunting tactics

Like it's 100% nature documentary, detailing diets, genealogy, nesting rituals, ect. but any time it's time to show a carnivorous monster actively hunting its picking off a member of a steadily dwindling adventuring party every time

the-punforgiven

concept sketches

#I did in fact imagine the apple tongue coming out with a “blegh!” noise #this is very funny

zakkura

"If you don't turn the heat down, I'm gonna kill you,"

Steve snorts from his position on the floor, cigarette between his fingers as he watches Eddie dangle headfirst off of Steve's bed.

"Such a whiner," Steve rolled his eyes and then casually held the cigarette out to Eddie without moving too much.

Eddie, who was currently watching him from a somewhat upside down angle, glared at him, but still took a hold of the cigarette nonetheless.

"Not a whiner, I just don't like to be turned into cooked chicken when hanging out, is all," Eddie took a drag, puffing smoke around the room.

"You're more of a turkey," Steve grinned, watching Eddie's lips close around the cigarette.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie tilted his head to meet Steve's hazel eyes, "why?"

"All gangly and stuff," Steve chuckled, reaching for the cigarette, but Eddie moved it away. "Gangly?!"

Steve watched Eddie's upside down head, smirking. "Yeah,"

"Dude, that's like, so fucking rude,"

Eddie began to laugh, watching Steve as he too, started too chuckle. "Here, butthead," Eddie held the cigarette out to him, his long fingers incredibly distracting for Steve.

"Hm," Steve grinned to himself, leaning down and catching the cigarette with his lips, brushing Eddie's fingers, "thanks Munson,"

Eddie's cheeks explode in a lovely shade of pink, his breath hitching so much that he started to choke and quickly sits up straight on the bed, punching his chest.

"Jesus Christ!" he squeaked, his eyes wide as he stared at Steve, whom was now on the floor again, his shirt lifted so his stomach was showing a bit, making Eddie feel like a Victorian man seeing ankle for the first time.

"Something wrong?" Steve kept his eyes locked on Eddie's, his lips closing around the cigarette.

"No..." Eddie whispered, "nothing wrong at all," he crawled across the bed, carefully sliding off and kneeling above Steve, hands beside the other man's head.

Steve's eyes were daring him to kiss him, Eddie could practically read the kiss me signs and it made him tremble.

"Do it," Steve finally spoke up after a long silent pause; his free hand tugging Eddie's shirt, "do it,"

Eddie let out a strangled noise, diving downward and capturing Steve's lips, tasting the smoke and mint from the sweets Steve had had earlier.

Steve moaned slightly, making sure to keep the cigarette from falling on to the carpet.

When Eddie pulled away, he hovered near Steve's face, a smile on his face.

"Am I still a turkey?" he asked with all the seriousness of a pineapple.

Steve grinned, licking his own lips, enjoying the fact he could still taste Eddie on them.

"A sexy turkey," he snorted, stubbing the cigarette out before wrapping his arms around a laughing Eddie, lips hungrily finding him.

"And people think I'm the freak," Eddie let out a startled noise as he was effortlessly flipped onto his back, Steve pinning him down with a smirk, looking so devastatingly attractive that Eddie was certain he was a Siren sent by an Eldritch horror.

"Are you suggesting that you don't like the way I talk?"

"Dude, I'm just annoyed you called me a Sexy Turkey,"

Steve hummed, kissing Eddie slowly, his large hand touching the side of his face.

"So you don't want the benefits that come with that compliment?" he mumbled against Eddie's lips, causing the man beneath him to whine.

"I-I didn't say that!" he tried to protest and as soon as Steve went to move, he panicked and wrapped his legs around Steve's waist, bright red in the face, "shut up! I don't wanna hear how red I am, shut up!"

Steve was so in love with this man.

#steddie #I love them your honor #Steve loves how easy it is to rile Eddie up so much #man's face is incapable of not getting red

plaguedocboi

So every year, my aquarium does a captive lobster hatchery project (hence all the loblings). The reason we’re doing it is because in the wild, loblings only have a 1 in 25,000 chance of surviving their larval phase. They’re plankton as babies and everything eats them. Additionally, as the Gulf of Maine warms, they are having even lower survival rates because the blooms of copepods they feed on as babies are happening earlier in the year, and they’re missing it.

Obviously, the goal of this experiment is to grow the lobsters until they’re big enough to settle to the seabed and then release them, because they have a much higher likelihood of surviving to adulthood when they’re able to hide. Ideally, captive lobster hatcheries can boost the wild population and keep things stable, so we don’t have a major crash in a decade or two.

The first year we tried this was pretty bad. We had a lot of eggs, but very few babies. It turned out that the CO2 levels in the building spiked as more guests visited throughout the summer, and that settled into the water and threw off the pH and caused a chemical reaction that prevented a lot of the eggs from hatching. I think we ended up releasing three baby lobsters (which is still better than their wild survival rate but not great).

The second year was a little better. We added a de-gasser to the aquarium and got a ton of larval lobsters, but right as they were settling to the bottom we had a disease outbreak that killed most of them. We ended up releasing four babies at the end of the season.

But this year? Oh boy. We have so many lobsters that we had to release the first round early (usually we wait till September or October so guests can see them). We just released a total of FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE baby lobsters, and we still have over a hundred who haven’t settled to the bottom yet. I genuinely don’t even have words to explain how cool this is. OVER FIVE HUNDRED. We just added hundreds of lobsters to the wild population that wouldn’t have been there otherwise.

Conservation is so fucken sick

#hell yeah!#lobsters

steviewashere

Eddie making fun of Steve for his taste of music, specifically for his seemingly oversaturated love for Bruce Springsteen.

But then Steve shows up one day, tape in hand, and slams it into Eddie's chest.

"What"—

"Nebraska. Springsteen. Listen to it and then tell me if you think he only writes bullshit top 40 crap." He takes a breath, like he's hesitating. And then tells Eddie, "My Father's House. That's my favorite track. I don't know, maybe we can find common ground."

And the album fucking shatters Eddie's pinpoint world view of Jock Stereotypes. Completely shreds the last bits of his Munson Doctrine. 'Cause this album is devastating.

#steddie #Eddie daring to make fun of Bruce??#jail #jail for 1000 years #but also this is how he has to sit down and listen to born in the usa for real for the first time

ampervadasz

Unmute !

gingersofficial

Can you imagine the lights going out and accidentally bumping into this door and hearing that shit?! My soul would vacate my body through my asshole

leatherleaves

[A large, yellow, metal door is slammed open. As it ricochets back it makes a noise which is probably best described as “evil cackling witch”]

sluttyquarantinetheory

Everything i have ever learned about a celebrity has either been against my will or a brief moment when i got curious if they were gay and hopped over the ever informative Personal Life section of wikipedia.

#through a very hilarious misunderstanding I thought Joe Keery had either 1 or 3 kidneys for a while and didn't bother checking #if either was true #turns out a moot has 3 kidneys though very cool

hometoursandotherstuff

scoops-aboy86

Steve not thinking his flirting is working because he keeps putting on the Harrington charm but Eddie hasn't tried to get into his pants yet.

But Eddie really wants to be with Steve for the long haul so he's trying to demonstrate he would be a good partner by Providing Food whenever they hang out.

#Eddie in a very 80s view of masculinity decides that he's going to be the woman and takes up cooking #and let's be honest the way to Steve's heart could be through acts of kindness and his stomach #steddie #also given this is op: something something Steve happily wg all of the cooking and then him and Eddie kiss about it finally #and then they have fun in the kitchen and bedroom

steelycunt

in an ao3 full of sex scenes written like everyone’s taken a night school course on fucking shibari and then written up the experience for a linkedin post the bad bdsm etiquette tag appears to me like a verdant oasis in the unforgiving desert

#I love them stumbling their way through it lol

cherryhatter-deactivated2015072

KICK THE CAN!

Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.

To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.

visibun

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

drtanner

And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!

apomaro-mellow

WIP Word Search

Rules: For each word assigned, share one sentence or excerpt from your WIP(s) that contains that word. Then tag some friends to keep the game going!

Can't find one? WRITE IT! ✍️

tagged by @tinytalkingtina :D

DRILL from The Bright Side

Jim was powerless against the horde of teens that swarmed his living room. Despite that, he did protest the sudden descent. “You know the drill. It’s movie night”, Dustin said. “I told you it was my turn to host”, El reminded Hopper as she held out a hand for the remote.

LAKE from Swan Prince

The lake was calm as Eddie stood on the edge. He hadn’t been to this spot since Steve had been kidnapped. He missed him dearly and wished he could ride out to him but since he’d done that the first time, he was under a more strict watch.

CHEESE from The Bright Side

“Joyce? Are you okay?”, Jim asked, moving cautiously, trying to avoid the traps. “I just need more cheese. More cheese, Hop, and I’ll finally GET the bastard!” “Uh-huh….” Jim looked over at Jonathan and Will who simply shrugged. Well they wouldn’t be much help then.

DRIVE from The Best Thing to Ever Happen

A near endless stream of precum was dripping from the head of his dick at the mental image. And Eddie used it to ease the glide of his hand. He was dangerously close already. He wanted to drive over there right now, lay upside down on Steve’s bed and pull him onto his face.

RING from Swan Prince

Eddie thought distantly of commemorating this event for them both. Maybe a portrait of Steve’s swan form? Now that he wasn’t fearful for his life, he could see the beauty in a swan’s appearance. Or perhaps a ring with feathery details?

This is an all-call tag for anyone who wants to do this because it's fun to see what you can find and if it's not there, what can you write to make the word fit?

Your words are: HEAVENLY, PRINCE, YUMMY, GAMBIT, BRIDE

#cackling at hoppers dilemma there xD #stranger things

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