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the first chapter of the fast & furious steddie au has dropped; i had a blast writing this for this year’s @steddiebang2024 + can’t wait for y’all to read it! art from the talented @redlegumes coming soon!
summary + tags below the cut
summary: Eddie Munson is a mechanic at his uncle’s sunny SoCal garage during the day; at night, he’s one of the most highly sought after mechanics for the street racing community as they race for pink slips, cash, and glory. He works on all the winningest cars, makes a killing in his bets and cuts with the racers for his work, and is generally just a top dog in this underworld scene — until some new hotshot out of Miami shows up, allegedly tight with racing legend Joyce Byers (or maybe that ex-cop squeeze of hers), and starts sniping wins from Eddie’s guys. He wants to hate him, and the suped up, hot pink Honda S2000 he rolled in on; it’s just too bad that he’s also just Eddie’s type: pretty, mean, and lethal behind the wheel.
He’s desperate to keep his wits about him and to keep this grudge going, but it’s fucking near impossible when it seems like him and Harrington can’t keep their hands off each other whenever they end up in the same darkened clubs to save their lives. And it’s maybe even worse than just a shitty crush, because, all the while, someone is causing trouble for the whole racing community when a trio of white Honda Civics start robbing eighteen wheelers of their cargo, bringing the heat down on all of them...
tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Street Racing, Enemies to Lovers, (Or Rather: Rivals to Lovers), Rivals With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Mutual Pining Even While Boning, Misunderstandings, Fast Cars, Dumb Boys, Car Chase, Injury, Service Top Eddie Munson, Beefcake Babygirl Steve Hours, Brat Steve Harrington, Shades of Power Bottom Steve Harrinton, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Car Sex, Hand Kink, Spit Kink, Panty Kink, Feminization, Oral Sex, Rough Sexm Semi-Public Sex, Injured Sex, Anal Sex
#stranger things#steddie#fic#steddie bigbang#steddie bigband 2k24#eddie munson#steve harrington#fast and furious au#street racing au#greatunironic writing about cars again? extremely likely apparently
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(You got me) in the palm of your hand
"Fortunes told, futures unfold." The sign at the local ren faire looks tempting. After all, Steve is one year out of high school and has no idea where his life is going. Sometimes he wishes someone could just gaze into the future and figure it out for him. In the fortune teller’s tent, Steve has a run-in with his past. And if he doesn’t turn on his heel and leave, it has absolutely nothing to do with how pretty Eddie Munson looks in his costume, all gleaming jewelry and dark tendrils of hair spilling out from under a patterned headscarf. He lets Eddie read his palm, because why the hell not? It’s all bogus anyway! Except, as the summer goes on, Steve finds that Eddie’s cryptic predictions somehow, inexplicably keep coming true. As they keep running into each other, almost as if orchestrated by an invisible force, Steve can’t help but be intrigued with the other boy. He also can’t seem to forget how pretty Eddie’s eyes look in black liner, or the way his fingers feel on his skin, but that is an entirely different problem. Read the fic here.
Author: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation (tumblr) | just_my_latest_hyperfixation (AO3)
Artist: Yours truly @xgumiho (tumblr) | xgumiho (instagram) | jul2ja (twitter)
The other artist creating for this fic: @peachypurr (tumblr) | peachypurr (linktree)
Thank you @steddiebang for hosting Steddie Bigbang 2023!
Personal note!
I have already talked about this but I'm gonna say it again because I can!
When Steddie Bigbang fic excerpts dropped, I got HOOKED on Hype's fic immediately. I knew I just HAD to draw for this fic because I saw what I wanted to do in my mind's eye the moment I laid my eyes on the excerpt 🖤 I loved every part of this fic and I hope y'all will love it just as much!! Chapter 1 is now available and also make sure to stay tuned for the updates - you're gonna adore each and every chapter. Please don't forget to show lots of love for the author and leave comments under the fic 🖤
#steddie#steve and eddie#steve x eddie#steve/eddie#eddie fanart#eddie munson#steddie fanart#steve fanart#steve harrington#steddiebang#steddiebang23#stranger things art#stranger things#stranger things fanart#eddie#steddie big bang#steddie bigbang#palm reading#fortune teller
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It is still @steddiebb2024 time and this time we’re doing a Set It Up inspired Steddie fic hehe. CC you amazing human, thank you for everything and yeah can’t wait for you guys to read the first three chapters hehe
@steddiebang2024
*link to the fic will be added tomorrow*
#hagnoart#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fanart#steddie big bang#steddbigbang24#steddie bigbang 2024#steddie bigbang#steve harrington fanfic#steve stranger things#steve and eddie#steve x eddie#eddie munson fics#eddie munson fanart#eddie stranger things
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Second art work for the steddie bigbang. Please go read the wonderful story that inspired this artwork Sometimes I Close My Eyes (and dream of somewhere else) by patientanxiety
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Of Space and Time
A steddie AU based in the future. A time where the line between technology and reality is almost too thin.
Part of the Steddie Bigbang 2023
#steddiebang23#steddie bigbang#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#fanfic#fanfiction#steddie fanart#appledagger#steddie fanfiction#steddie fic rec
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Steve Harrington's Ren Faire Adventures
By Emotionalking13 @shadybullfrog, illustrated by nietozz_ @nietozz
Part of @steddiebang
Summary: After the events of Starcourt, Steve desires a way to get out of his own head. He decides to finally take up Henderson’s idea and go and pick up some of the fantasy books to read. When he starts loving it and going back for more? Well, Henderson doesn’t need to know that. Or, 3 times Steve goes to a Ren Faire alone and the 1 time he goes with his whole family.
Rating: Mature
Trigger warnings: Emotional child abuse, neglect
Prequel Illustration
Adventure 1: The Shadow of The Past Illustration
Adventure 2: The Black Gate Opens Illustration
Adventure 3: Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit Illustration
Adventure 4: A Long-Expected Party Illustration
#steddie bigbang#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie fic#steddie fanart#fanfiction masterlist
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Smooth Talkin', So Rockin' - Snippet
I wanted to share a little bit of what I've been working on since February. This is a small part of my fic for the Steddie Big Bang event (@steddiebang ). Huge thanks to them for running this event, or I wouldn't have tackled just a large project.
In this fic, Steve is just Steve Harrington by day, but by night, he's performing in sold-out stadiums as iconic popstar Zayne Maine. Eddie Munson is an up-and-coming rock star hell-bent on proving Zayne's not all he's cracked up to be.
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“When are you going to admit Zayne’s a good person and a good singer? Clearly, you think so, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here," Chrissy asked.
“When he admits he had no good reason to cover our song,” Eddie responded quickly, still not sure if he even believes it anymore, “and when he stops being so popular, Jesus Christ.”
“You’re unbearable and I can’t wait to see your face when he proves you wrong live.”
“We’ll see about that,” Eddie spoke, glancing around for anyone he could use to prove his point. Most people were busy by now, rushing to accomplish every last-minute task before the start of the show. The openers were on, leaving only a precious few minutes to get everything set up.
There was one person, though, standing off to the side like he meant to disappear in the crowd.
He wore all black like many of the crew did, though instead of working like the rest of them he was leaning against a wall sipping on a bottle of water. An intern, maybe? Well, Eddie wasn’t above bothering the interns if it meant proving himself right.
“Hey!” Eddie called, waving the unknown man over. The man looked shocked, pulling an earbud out and pointing to himself like this was the first time someone purposefully noticed him. “C’mere, I have a question.”
The man listened, and walked over close enough that Eddie could get a better look at him. He was, admittedly, gorgeous in the kind of way that only normal people got to be. He was unassuming in his comfort clothes, with the kind of flowing hair that would normally have Eddie swooning and bright, brown eyes that were earnest in their focus. “Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham, right? What can I, uh, do for you?”
“I’m so glad you asked,” Eddie said with a Cheshire grin, ignoring Chrissy’s eye roll. “You see, Chrissy and I were having a debate amongst geniuses, and we need you to be our tiebreaker.”
“Oh, oh I don’t think I’m your guy. I can go get—” He looked a little like a deer caught in headlights, doe-eyes wide as they flicked between Eddie and Chrissy. It was charming, the way he seemed so shocked that Eddie was talking to him now.
“On the contrary...what’s your name, man?”
“Steve. Steve Harrington.”
Steve Harrington. Delightfully plain, with no obvious connections to anyone in the industry. This might be the first person Eddie could talk to in L.A. with zero strings attached, no expectations or cameras watching them.
“Well, Harrington, I need someone on my side. Think you can do that?”
“Depends,” Steve answered, smoothly dodging the arm Eddie went to sling around his shoulders. He raised his eyebrows, arms crossed almost like he was trying to size up Eddie. It was an attitude that not many people took with him anymore, either because they were too starstruck or too terrified of him. “Think you can be a little less cryptic?”
“That might be kinda hard, I am known as the Cryptid of Hawkins.”
Steve’s laugh was like the bells of Notre Dame—bright, music-like, and commanding in a way that had Eddie clinging to the sound for more.
“You’re not called that,” Steve returned, completely focused on the conversation despite the growing commotion around them.
“Oh, so you’ve heard of me.”
“I have,” Steve said, “It’s hard not to, you’re kinda popular.”
“Say that to the Midwestern moms who form protests outside our concerts,” Eddie laughed, remembering all of the angry signs that rivaled all the good ones at his last show in Indianapolis.
“Hey, bad press is still press,” Steve answered, shrugging once like the concept didn’t bother him much. In general, nothing seemed to phase him despite talking to a not unfamous musician while backstage at one of the biggest concerts of the year. Who was this guy? “So what was it you needed?”
“Oh, right! What d’you think of Zayne Maine? It’s a safe space, I promise I won’t tell,” Eddie asked with a light teasing tone in his voice.
Surprise took over Steve’s expression then, coming in a slow wave as he clearly tried to comprehend the question. Then he laughed, a nervous thing that ended with Steve’s hand running through his beach waves. Right when Eddie was about to ask what was so funny, Steve asked, “You really wanna know what I think of Zayne Maine?”
“Only honest opinions will be accepted,” Eddie answered, “Chrissy over there seems to think he deserves all this hype.”
By the time Steve opened his mouth to respond, the commotion backstage finally caught his attention. Steve turned his head as someone asked where Zayne had gone, his cheeks flushing pink as he watched the crew search for the missing popstar.
“I think that’s my cue,” Steve sighed, beginning to step back from Eddie, “I should go find him.”
“Are you his PA?” Eddie asked then, feeling his heart begin to race. Did he really just ask Zayne Maine’s personal assistant if he thought the man was an asshole? No wonder he wanted to get away from Eddie so soon! The first time Eddie met someone gorgeous, funny, and completely out of the celebrity circle he goes and has to ruin it. Screw Zayne Maine for making him trash talk the guy’s boss.
“Something like that,” Steve answered, shaking his head and beginning to walk backward, somehow managing to stay out of everyone else’s path like he already knew where they'd be. If Eddie were to have tried something smooth like that, he would’ve fallen flat on his face in seconds. “Come find me after the show, I’ll give you my answer then, Eddie.”
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie bb#steddie big bang#steddie bigbang#snippet sunday
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You might have noticed that my BigBang still hasn't been posted, but that doesn't mean I haven't been working on it, just like my wonderful artists @mcdadarts and @m00n-arin have. I would like to give you a small teaser before the posting date on February 15th...
My Steddie Corpse Bride drabble seemed to get people interested in more. I heard you and because of that, I proudly announce that my BigBang fanfiction is...
With This Ring
(an excerpt from the first chapter, very reminescent of the drabble I posted over a year ago)
Steve wandered further and further into the forest, kicking at decayed wood and fallen leaves, his mood sour. “You want vows, I’ll give you some,” he muttered and grasped the wedding ring in his hand so tightly it made an imprint into his skin.
He stomped on a rotten branch, snapping it in half.
“With this hand, I will punch my father’s perfectly shaved face and get arrested, maybe that would postpone the stupid wedding for a day or two.”
His foot slipped on a wet patch of moss and he stomped on it in retribution.
“Your cup will never empty because if you ever marry into my family, alcoholism is the way to go, baby, and wine might not be enough to get through a single dinner with my parents, do you like vodka? You will need vodka.”
Steve’s suit got caught on a thorny bush and he swore, sending a bunch of nearby crows into a complaining match. He could relate.
“With this candle, I will set fire to our marriage certificate and set you free, at least for two days or so before our parents bribe someone to re-issue it on a fireproof paper.”
With that last word, he slipped on moss once again and barely kept his balance, only stopping against a stump of an old oak tree. He remembered spending careless summer afternoons there, in the small clearing with Eddie, laughing and humming tunes that his mind refused to forget. The same ones he still played whenever he could, gripping the memory tight and not letting it go. Eddie might have been gone, but his melodies would stay with Steve forever, no matter how dramatic that sounded.
The old oak tree used to be a place of comfort for him and Steve really needed some comfort. Uncaring whether his suit trousers would survive the damp and overgrown seating, he slumped down and closed his eyes, sighing. It really felt like his life was over before it had even begun.
He finally opened his palm to look at the ring, turning it in his fingers. It looked beautiful in the setting sun, gleaming and reflecting the dying rays of light. Such a small thing. Such a commitment.
“With this ring, I wish someone like you could be mine,” whispered Steve and hung his head down.
He would have been content sitting in the woods much longer, but several things happened that foiled his plan.
First, the birds stopped singing and the woods became eerily quiet.
Second, a strong gust of wind threw several fallen leaves into Steve’s face, obscuring his vision.
And third – a hand grasped Steve’s ankle and started pulling.
Steve yelped and tried to run, get away from that icy touch, but to no avail - the grasp of the hand, yep, definitely a hand, not a root or anything, remained firm, although he distantly noticed some of its joints cracking, as if they were finally getting some movement after a long period of stiffness.
Steve’s escape attempt had him yanked back, spinning around and then everything was a whirl of thick tree crowns, growing shadows and cowing of crows – and then his back hit the forest floor and everything went dark.
When he came to, he immediately wished he’d remained unconscious for just a little longer.
The pressure on his ankle was gone, but only because the hand found something better to do – digging. It started removing the soil around and soon another one joined it, loosening the soil…and disappearing into the ground.
A thud from underneath. The crows were louder and louder, flapping their wings and flying in circles over the clearing.
Another thud, roots cracking, the whole tree stump shaking and tilting back.
And with the third one, the roots snapped and those hands were back, but with them a head of messy dark hair, pale skin covered in mud, sticks and patches of moss, faded black clothes and a chain belt, a belt that Steve knew too well, this had to be his punishment, had to be a sign because he still tried to pretend that he hadn’t known from the second the hand with all those gaudy thick rings touched him, but now he couldn’t pretend any longer, the long fingers pushed back all those dirtied strands of hair and Steve was met with the deep eyes that haunted his dreams, the best and the worst ones. Only in those dreams, the eyes had a spark of life in them, the desire to exist, to fight.
These had none of it. Not anymore.
Crawling away from the horrifying sight, Steve hissed as something in his ankle snapped and with unexpected clarity, he remembered his recent half-baked plan to break his own leg. Finally, something going according to plan, he thought and felt a hysterical urge to laugh.
The figure spat out a mouthful of dirt and wiped his face, throwing his head back and letting out a dry, humorless laugh. His skin had a blue tint but, and Steve couldn’t comprehend why his brain would focus on that instead of the actual reanimated corpse in front of him, was surprisingly well-preserved. It would have been a wonderful Halloween costume and maybe others would have doubted, assumed that it was a prank, a sick joke, but Steve saw the undisturbed moss, the unnatural movements of those once graceful limbs, and knew.
What used to be Eddie leaned down, the clearing quiet except for cracking of joints and Steve’s uneven breathing, and picked up something shiny, something that caught the last ray of the setting sun before shadows enveloped both of them, the living and the dead. It was a ring – the ring that Steve must have dropped right before he fainted.
“Eddie-“ Steve whispered and he wanted to say so much, ask even more, but the words wouldn’t leave his lips. He just stared at his former friend and the ring he was holding.
Eddie’s pale lips spread into a wide smile, his dirtied teeth on display. “That for me, Harrington?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as he examined the ring. His voice was rough, parched. “I expected at least one date first, perhaps a dinner. And the ring isn’t really my style. But,” he sighed with theatricality so familiar that it made Steve’s heart ache, “beggars can’t be choosers. Well then, King Steven the first of the House of Harrington…”
Steve couldn’t speak. He just watched as Eddie slipped the wedding band onto his ring finger.
“I do.”
The full fic will begin posting on 15th of February, unless the world ends. Or something.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie fanfiction#steddie bigbang#corpse bride au
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bigbang fic reveal! to no one's surprise, i'm writing about cowboys.
i'm teaming up with @cuips-not-cute and @/garfeddie (twitter) 💙 excited to share more in the coming months!!
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(You got me) in the palm of your hand
Complete | 7 chapters | 39,850 words
Read it on AO3
Summary:
“Fortunes told, futures unfold.”
The sign at the local ren faire looks tempting. After all, Steve is one year out of high school and has no idea where his life is going. Sometimes he wishes someone could just gaze into the future and figure it out for him.
In the fortune teller’s tent, Steve has a run-in with his past. And if he doesn’t turn on his heel and leave, it has absolutely nothing to do with how pretty Eddie Munson looks in his costume, all gleaming jewelry and dark tendrils of hair spilling out from under a patterned headscarf. He lets Eddie read his palm, because why the hell not? It’s all bogus anyway!
Except, as the summer goes on, Steve finds that Eddie’s cryptic predictions somehow, inexplicably keep coming true. As they keep running into each other, almost as if orchestrated by an invisible force, Steve can’t help but be intrigued with the other boy. He also can’t seem to forget how pretty Eddie’s eyes look in black liner, or the way his fingers feel on his skin, but that is an entirely different problem.
Project #005 of the @steddiebang, art by @xgumiho and @peachypurr
#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie#steddie brainrot#steddie fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#steddiebang#steddie bigbang#(you got me) in the palm of your hand
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So down for Fuck Shit Up Friday.
Gimme a tasty snippet of your big bang fic, pretty please.
NSFW is so more than okay
You got it! 🤩 Here's a little snippet from the dance studio of my Steddie Dirty Dancing AU (minus all the toxic BS because this dirty dancing is all about trust baby)
Still on his knees, Eddie brackets Steve’s clean white sneakers with his thighs. Wrapping his fingers around each of Steve’s ankles. Eddie trails his hands slowly up and over Steve’s calves, up the taut muscled thighs, calloused palms sliding through the coarse hair on his legs. Steve’s little gym shorts are straining with the bulge of his erection and Eddie traces just the tip of his finger up the swell of his cock, feels it throb even though his touch is featherlight. Steve’s breath is coming in little pants and his knuckles are white where they’re clenched around the ballet bar behind him. Leaning in, Eddie nuzzles the front of his shorts, nosing against the growling bulge there while sliding his hands further up the back of Steve's thighs and into his shorts to cup his ass from inside the pant legs. Moaning, Steve melts, canting his hips up just a little. “Be good, Stevie. Keep your hands on the bar and your feet on the floor unless I tell you to move or you need to safeword, okay?” Eddie tells him, letting his voice drop into a lower register and squeezing Steve’s ass hard enough to make him go up on his tiptoes.
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It’s 1994, and Eddie’s been a guest of Uncle Sam at Pelican Bay since it opened in ‘89, when his public defender stopped defending and he resigned himself to the sixty to life bag the Spring Break of ‘86 had left him holding. Sure, the series of frantic transfers that made Wayne and the Party lose track of him (and cost him his unlikely prison penpal, Steve Harrington) truly were a bummer, but life’s actually not too bad, in the long run: he’d got three hots and a cot, ya know, and sometimes a few of the other inmates actually believe him when he tells them he’s innocent. Still — the new lawyer and a paralegal shaped suspiciously like one Erica Sinclair is starting to give him pause, and make him wonder if the story's not quite over yet…
Or: a story about seven letters, the worst love song ever written, and a heist.
read the completed fic by @greatunironic HERE or listen to the gorgeous podfic by @daysarestranger HERE
written for @steddiebang
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👩🔬 Get ready for your science lesson taught by Professor Manon! 👨🔬
We’re not here for the science! We’re here for the gays! Episode 10 comes out on Saturday, November 25th and we’re talking about the Steddie Big Bang @steddiebang! 💥
🎙️ Hosted by the lovely Sara 3blackhearts and Cady @lostinadmiration. With our wonderful guests Birdie @audacityofbird, Manon @transmascsteveharrington, and Kris @kwills91. Modded by the amazing Ash @steddiehands86.
#ssp promos#steddie#steddie podcast#eddie munson#stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie fanfic#steddie fanart#steddie headcanon#steddie fics#steddie bigbang#steddie fanfiction#steddie art
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It this time of the year again hehehe. This is the banner drawing for one of the projects i am working on for the @steddiebang2024
I’ll add the link to the fic a bit later, but it’s written by the amazing @hitlikehammers who’s just the most wonderful person and yall are in for a treat hehe
#steddie bigbang 2024#steddie big bang#steddiebigbang24#steddie fandom#steddie bigbang#steddie art#steddie fanfic#steddie fanart#steddie#steve harrington fanfic#steve stranger things#steve and eddie#steve harrington#steve x eddie#eddie munson fanart#eddie munson fics#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#stranger things art#big bang#hagnoart
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no context Steddie BB spoilers
Come yell at me to finish this chapter instead of daydreaming about it.
#catie writes#except sometimes catie just listens to the playlist and trawls pinterest instead#steddie bb#steddie bigbang#Spotify
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"The music continues to float through the air, now joined by a voice, deep and true. Steve makes his way to the guard rail that looks upon the lower decks and that is where he sees him.
A young man, about his age, gently strumming a guitar on one of the lower decks. Long, dark curly hair frames his face, pale alabaster skin, the kind prone to burning in the sun like this. He is the most beautiful man that Steve has ever seen. He faces out toward the little crowd that is beginning to grow around him."
"The Weight We Carry" by @thebridgetonarnia is leaving port on its maiden voyage.
#steddie#steddie titanic au#steddie bigbang#steddie big bang#steddie fan#steddie fanart#steddie fanfiction#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#fanfiction#appledagger
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