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The Three Fs | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | Mature | microfic (wc: 397)

CW: Self-Blame, references to: disordered eating patterns, disordered sleep patterns, past child abuse, the whomping willow incident, guilt. Ending where nothing is resolved. Mental illness.

Sirius misses the way Remus’s hands felt on his body. He misses the fervor of youth. He misses broom cupboard doors slamming against his back, misses fumbling hands yanking at his jeans, grabbing his hips like they would slip through those long, pale fingers.

There was fear there, but passion, the lingering thought that they could be caught at any moment. There was grief, too— those long months when Remus refused to take off his shirt, and, after the willow, the years it took to get used to the scars Sirius himself had caused.

They’d hurt each other.

Sirius hates that he still wakes up at night with his own insults ringing in his ears. His mind healer says it makes him a good person. A truly evil one wouldn’t care, she says. Sirius thinks, quietly, in the safety of his own mind, that a truly good one would never have said them. He feels it sometimes in arguments, flashfire instants where Wallaburga and Bellatrix pour out of his mouth like a stuck-open faucet, where he says things he doesn’t think, or says them unthinkingly.

He’s had a lot to unlearn, and he’s still finding new stones unturned, still growing into this adult body that was designed to expire at 23. So, yes. He misses their youth— a time when everything burned hot and cold, when he was too busy living in the moment to regret it, when danger came from so many places at once that a forgotten shower or skipped meal didn’t raise any notice.

Sirius missed when no one cared.

It was so much easier, then, to keep up with expectations. Sirius missed fighting and fucking and fleeing in the same afternoon, missed never having to answer for it. Now, though, he was in his thirties and still breathlessly panic-stricken and still, against all rational explanation, alive.

Now he had Remus in a way he could keep. They lived together, shared a bed and a set of dishes. Remus cooked, and Sirius ate, and no one was running. Sirius felt like a child, but he wanted so badly to be taken care of. Remus was there, doing the caring, doing everything Sirius had ever hoped for—

And yet, at the back of his mind, Sirius was still fleeing, fighting, flickering like a lighter on a windy day. He wasn’t sure he’d ever stop.

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We’re taking it back to the childhood coping mechanisms tonight, folks. Tried to cut JK out of me but sometimes these characters are the only font my brain can parse. It’s fine if you need to skip this one— you’ll find no blame here. Stay safe everybody 💛

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why don't most vampires just find ppl who are into getting pinned down and bitten and drained. this shit is easyyyy

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🚗💕 making memories

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One of my favorite things about the steddie fics I've read is that pretty much every single one of them that's from Steve's perspective will have at least one time where Steve thinks like, a fact or something, and it's immediately followed by "Robin said" or "Robin told him"

I just love that we all unanimously agree that Robin is Steve's source of education and news, like everything he knows about world events ties into her yapping at him about something.

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The first person Eddie comes out to is Hopper.

He is in the middle of a drug deal and Hopper happens upon him and another guy. The other guy bolts before Hopper can see what is going on and Eddie, holding both cash and drugs, shoves both hands on his pockets and blurts out as soon as they make eye contact, “I’m gay!”

The good news is that Hopper now thinks an entirely different scenario was happening here so maybe Eddie won’t be arrested on his third drug deal ever. Bad news is that Eddie didn’t know that he was gay at the time, so he’s a little mortified that Hopper now thinks he’s out in the woods having sex with random men.

Also, briefly, he thinks he might kill him but all Hopper does is awkwardly stutter out, “That’s - that’s fine. But not here.”

“You want me to be gay over there?”

“I want you to go home, Munson.”

The second person he comes out to is Wayne and it goes better than expected. It’s awkward but Wayne is supportive and tells him he loves him no matter what. He also tries to make Eddie feel better about the whole thing by saying, “I knew some guys in ‘Nam who were…like that. Good guys.”

The third person Eddie comes out to is Hopper again.

He’s in the back of Hop’s truck, high on mushrooms and rambling about a pretty boy with freckles who is unfortunately too straight to be allowed to live and Eddie hopes he dies. Hopper is just like, “Why are you telling me this?”

“You were in Vietnam,” Eddie says like it explains anything at all. “You get it.”

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Dead Things |  E  |  15k 

Author: @poppyseedsorpoppy 

Artist: @ghosttotheparty

Beta Readers: @perkiset

[Link to fic] | [Link to art]

Pairings: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington, Past Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove (not framed as healthy), Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson & The Upside Down/Hivemind

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson’s Mother, Al Munson, Eddie Munson’s Grandparents, Wayne Munson, Vecna, The Hivemind, Billy Hargrove, Background/Cameo Characters

Tags: Post-Season Four, Canon Divergence, Trans Eddie Munson, Eddie is Kas (sort of), grief and mourning, escape from the upside down, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Domesticity, Established Relationship, Temporary Memory Loss, Sentient Upside Down, Eddie Munson Needs (and gets) a Hug, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex

Trigger Warnings: Body Horror, Graphic Descriptions of wounds/dead bodies/violence, Character Undeath (Eddie is a monster and did die. He also dies in a few nightmare/vison sequences, but never permanently), child abuse (past), identity issues, Vecna and all the creepy shit that comes with him, Insects, Animal Death (deer hit by car), allusion to addiction, suicide (Eddie’s Mom) and suicidal ideation/imagery, consensual head-shaving

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 Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down with blood in his mouth, gaps in his memory, and the strange feeling that he is being watched.  As Eddie fights his way through one nightmare after the next, all he can think of is his Boy and how to get home to him. His body isn’t quite how he remembers it, and whispers seem to be following him everywhere, but he knows one thing for certain: the Moon always takes care of the Munsons.

OR

Eddie claws his way out of hell. He and Steve kiss about it. 

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The latest Family Video customer is barely through the door before Eddie explodes, "Ugh, Tyler."

Beside him, Steve scoffs in agreement, nose wrinkled with distaste. He's so hot. "Yeah, exactly, uugh."

"That should be his middle name. Ugh," Robin chimes in. Eddie's so glad they're in agreement about the bleach-spiked punk guy that graduated three years ago but is still bumming around Hawkins. "Steve, I can't believe you dated that guy."

Seriously, Tyler is the worst— Wait, what—?

"Wait," Eddie says, gaping at Robin. "What?"

"You could barely call it dating," Steve huffs.

"You were together for a month and a half," Robin says. She's got this evil grin on her face and is pointedly not looking at Eddie who is very desperate for Robin to look at him right now, please. "You drove that bum to Indy every weekend. He broke up with you on Valentine's day."

Eddie's weak "Tyler? Tyler Teaks?" gets completely ignored.

"I—" Steve says with haughty emphasis. "—broke up with him on Valentine's day. Don't get it twisted, Buckley."

Robin snorts and finally glances at Eddie. "Steve only broke up with him because the guy blew him off. On Valentine's Day. Which is basically getting broken up with," she tells him, and ignores it when Eddie whimpers at her.

"Yeah, but I'm the one to ended it!" Steve insits.

Eddie, finally, finds his voice, and says, "Tyler Teaks?! Harrington!"

"Ugh," Steve says, slumping against the counter. "I know." He cuts a glare over at Eddie after a moment. "I blame you for this."

"Me?!" Eddie shrieks, incredulous. He's pretty sure he's stepped into another parallel world. Perpendicular world? A world where Steve apparently dates guys—and guys like Tyler Teaks, no less. Eddie's sure he's gone completely batshit insane. "What the hell did I do?!"

Steve stands, cocking his hip the side, and looks down his handsome nose at Eddie. "You wouldn't be my New Year's kiss at Tina's party," he says. "So I had to settle for Tyler Teaks instead."

"What the fuck?" Eddie says, completely lost. "What—? You—? Tina—? KISS—?!"

Beside them, Robin is grinning, laughing, eyes going back and forth between them, munching on a stolen back of skittles—her own personal dramedy on stage before her.

"Yep," Steve says, popping the P. He looks distinctly bitter. "Pulled my best moves on you, and you turned me down."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. He reaches out, places both hands on Steve's shoulders, intent. The eye contact he forces Steve into is desperate. "I don't even remember getting to Tina's New Year's Party." He takes a deep breath. "I woke up in her mom's pantry the next morning with no shoes and no memory of how I got there."

Finally, Steve cracks, a big smile stretching his face. Robin cackles. "Yeah, I kind of figured as much," Steve sighs, wistful now. "You told me, and I quote, 'Steve Harrington, you are very beautiful and I want to have a summer wedding because you'd look beautiful-er with sunflowers'—"

"Don't forget the 'you look so hot in that sweater' part."

"—'But actually, I am a very straight man. So very super straight.' And then you crouched down on the floor and crawled away." Steve is biting his lip now to keep from laughing. Robin is not so nice. "Like I couldn't see you, and the handkerchief flagging in your pocket."

"Oh my god."

"Don't worry, it was really cute," Steve says, grinning. "But, I still needed a New Year's kiss, and unfortunately for everyone involved, Tyler was my only willing choice."

"Oh my god."

"Totally duped me though, he was super sweet the entire night," Steve sighs. His mouth is twisted into genuine regret now. "Plus, the next week, you acted like you'd never spoken to me before, so—"

"OH MY GOD."

Steve and Robin give him twin grimaces. Robin's is a lot more sympathetic. Steve's is confused. "Listen, man," Steve tries to soothe. "I'm sure that's pretty embarrassing, but it was a cute story! No hard feelings, I promise."

Robin's sympathetic grimace deepens.

"No," Eddie says, standing up straight. "I refuse. There is no way I turned down Steve Harrington for a New Year's kiss. There is no way."

"Wait—"

"Eddie, where—"

Eddie marches for the door, digging his keys out of his pockets. "Good-bye friends, I must go see a supergirl about time travel."

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Post-Starcourt Steve and Robin needing to get the hell out of the mall parking lot and being like, “I have this friend. He’s close.”

Cut to Eddie standing at his bedroom door, holding his guitar like an axe because he’s pretty sure someone just broke into his house and is going to murder him. When he busts out the door holding a lamp above his head (didn’t want to break his guitar), he nearly bludgeons a couple of puke covered ice cream sailors.

After they all stop screaming, Steve looks at the lamp and nudges it like, “Lighten up, man.”

Eddie: What are you doing here?

Steve: Relax, my friend lives here.

Eddie: I live here

Steve: Are you my friend? No??? Then I’m talking about someone else. Duh. *makes a gesture to Robin like ‘this guy.’*

Robin, making the same gesture back: We are going to sleep on your couch.

Eddie: …Are you guys high?

Steve & Robin, after considerable thought: A little.

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had th e absolute honour of making art for @poppyseedsorpoppy’s fic dead things <3

read it here on ao3

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stevie & eddie s4

(close ups under the cut)

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And they were there, in the darkness. Above and beside and behind. Watching, guiding him on hands and knees through the forest, through the dim and damp and dark—

It burns, white-lighted and scorching. It hurts his eyes. He was not made for this, he was not such a creature, he could not withstand it. Mine pulls the cords. Mine makes the bright thing go away. Mine goes to the dark room, sits in the cave with the soft things. He leans on the pebbled white wall and tries not to think of the smudge his body leaves behind.

There is music below him rightside he can hear it a woman’s voice, quavering, low “ No other love can warm my heart now that I’ve know the comfort of your arms” the Boy is singing with her quiet footsteps in the kitchen Mine listens to him move listens as a glass breaks listens as the Boy sits on the tile and begins to cry

Mine squirms over a bit two inches to the right aligns his body with the Boy’s in the quiet kitchen with the broken glass and the woman skipping “No Other Love” and then static “ No Other Love” … “No Other Love” … Like it’s a question. Mine thinks the Boy must know the answer.

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My bang piece for the 2024 Steddie Bang is live! Expect hivemind fuckery, gender weirdness, and my typical helping of troubling family dynamics and so, so much unconditional love.

Send some love to @ghosttotheparty, too, because HOLY SHIT THEIR PIECE— it’s absolutely fantastic and he deserves all the praise.

🦇Art Here!🦇

archiveofourown.org/works/59559838

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Vampire Eddie always feels so embarrassed that he's only 40 and not 500 or something cooler than that.

When Steve first asked about his real age, he tried to phone it by saying he's 2607.

And to this day, Eddie still wishes he had learned about Steve being a psychic under a different circumstance.

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Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?

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y'all know those AUs that go something like hellfire makes eddie flirt with steve as a bet?

okay, here me out:

eddie tricks hellfire into betting he can't get steve to flirt back. he wants to flirt with steve and he's determined to get him to flirt back, so he decides to act coy, pretends he isn't absolutely obsessed with steve, makes some off-handed comments about being friends with him and one day manages to get the guys to make a bet with him. he wants to flirt with his dream guy and make some money. best of both worlds.

it's game on from then, he flirts like his life depends on it. he watches steve blush and stammer, because the guy has apparently lost all his game since high school, and revels in it. the problem is steve gets so flustered it seems like he wouldn't be able to flirt back even if he wanted to. eddie thinks he's unused to getting attention from guys, but he figures he'll get used to it.

and he does. he becomes more confident and eventually does start flirting back. but by that time eddie has sort of forgotten about the bet, he's on cloud nine from all the attention steve is giving him. it all comes to a head when hellfire witnesses them flirt.

and in his shock gareth shouts "why haven't you told us you've already won the bet?"

and steve is all confused, while eddie lights up "oh shit, yeah, give me all your money, guys!"

and when steve asks what the fuck is going on, eddie explains while he collects the money and steve looks absolutely crushed. he can barely get out a "so it was all a bet?" in a choked voice, all teary eyed.

eddie panics and realizes how the whole thing sounds and rushes to explain "no no no no, it wasn't! the bet was for the flirting, not the other way around! i tricked the guys into betting i couldn't get you to flirt back, so i could flirt with you and steal their money. two birds with one stone and all that. i did sort of forget about it until now, though. i'm sorry."

now it's the guys' turn to pipe up. "what do you mean tricked? we made the bet so you would finally do something about your pathetic crush??"

okay, so maybe eddie wasn't as slick as he thought. maybe he talked about steve a tad too much? or maybe he was too enthusiastic about the idea of the bet? he's not sure.

steve looks like he can't quite decide how to feel. but then he says, "well then, you better use that money to pay for our first date, asshole." eddie rushes to pepper his whole face in kisses. he was gonna do that anyway.

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It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

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Eddie, posting to Tiktok in a singsong voice: Guessssssss who, just had a tooth removed

Eddie: *zooms in on the boneless cat laying on Steve’s chest*

Eddie: ✨✨ Joan✨✨

Eddie: And she is still feeling the effects

Eddie: *pans camera up to Steve*

Eddie: Guess who ate some gummies Argyle gave me?

Eddie: ✨✨Steve ✨✨