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Modern Day AU where S4 only half happened--Chrissy didn't die, Eddie wasn't involved and there wasn't a giant earthquake, so things just got hand waived as a whoopsie by the government again.
Flashforward, and there's Max and Dustin, now in their early twenties, loudly overtaking an oft-ignored college coffee shop, yelling about the town they all grew up in.
It takes a minute for both halves of Stobin to figure out what the hell they're on about, until Dustin finally manages to get ahold of Steve's phoneÂ
("What the fuck Henderson, use your own phone!â Â
"Mine's DEAD Steve, stop trying to grab yours, this is serious!âÂ
"Youtube is serious? Since when?â
âIâll show you if you just shut up for two seconds!â)Â
Long enough to play videos from a Youtube Channel that wasn't that popular until two days ago and is now exploding in views.Â
Hellfire Hour, lead by Eddie Munson--
Six months. For six months Steve has been listening to this radio show and not ever one time did he expect to hear the host, Eddie Munson, growl out the words âHawkins, Indiana," but here they are. The name said.
Steve stops the car dead in the middle of the road, canât hear anything aside from the radio show host listing Hawkins facts in his sonorous voice.
He should have known. Like rationally, he should have considered it a possibility that Hawkins might come up on this late night talk radio show called Hellfire about monsters, cryptids, folklore.Â
Itâs just. He thought. Hawkins hadnât exactly made national news, and what had was about a toxic gas leak and a government coverup, not exactly this showâs focus.Â
But enough, apparently. Obviously.Â
Eddie starts talking about the disappearance of Will Byers, and Steve lays his head on his steering wheel, tries to ignore the way his hands tremble.Â
For six months Hellfire brought him comfort and companionship as he roams the dark street of Hawkins on what Robin calls his patrols. Itâs not like he can sleep, not anymore, so what better to do than make sure everyone is safe? That thereâs no signs of the Upside Down? That the gates are still closed?Â
Hellfire has been his companion through it all and nowânowâ
Eddieâs talking about the Department of Energy, MK Ultra, a fake body in the quarry.Â
Out of curiosity, where did you guys read your first fanfiction ?
Ao3
Wattpad
Fanfiction.net
Deviant art
Livejournal
Tumblr
Quotev (wtf)
It was a Twitter threadfic (ok what the actual fuck)
Other
I don't read fanfic
Please participate in my research (also, if you say other, please put it in the tags/comments !)
Holy shit, Myspace
I would take those 7 minute in heaven quizzes for bands and my little tween heart fluttered
Time for a new poll! I'm curious to see the spread of answers on this one (and hear any other series not on the list.) Tried to go for a range of older and newer series on here, more on the older end of the spectrum, but I can't cover everything with the limited poll options here, so I hope you'll share your answers! :)
What was the first detective series (TV or books) you ever watched/read?
Sherlock Holmes (books, TV, cartoons or movies)
Hercule Poirot (books or TV)
Nancy Drew (books, comics, movies, TV)
The Hardy Boys (books or TV)
Columbo
Murder, She Wrote
Detective Conan / Case Closed (manga, movies or anime)
Psych
Only Murders in the Building
Dead Boy Detectives
Enola Holmes (books or movies)
Other (list below in the comments?)
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Polaroid #1 May 28th, 1987
"Mom," Steve whispered in the inky blackness of his parents' room. "Mom, there's something under my bed."
Patricia Harrington turned over. "Steven, go back to sleep," she murmured.
"I can't." Steve said. "There's a monster."
"No such thing." his mom said, angrier, more awake. "Go to bed now, and if I catch you out of bed again you can forget going to Tommy's this weekend."
Steve nodded and padded back down the hall, pausing at his door then taking a running jump into bed.
The room was silent.
Eddie started finding notes in his locker his sophomore year. The first couple of them, he just tossed without reading. He didnât need to read what those asshole bullies wanted to say about him. But curiosity won out after two weeks of constant notes and he finally opened one. It was the single most impactful thing heâd ever read.Â
I think youâre the prettiest boy Iâve ever seen.Â
He kept that note. And every other note he got from that point on. If anyone were to ask Eddie what he regretted most in his life, it would be those two weeks of notes he tossed without reading. Ten slips of paper with unknown writing that he wishes he could get back. Add them to his âmystery boys notesâ box. And he was a mystery, the note writer. Anonymous. Unknown. Impossible to catch.Â
Eddie held out for a month. A whole month before he decided to stage a stake out. He watched his locker like a hawk. In between classes, during classes, lunch, after school and even one absolutely horrible day where he came in an hour before school started. But the mystery boy had to be invisible. He never saw anyone approach his locker but his daily note was always there. And Eddie; poor, unfortunate, infatuated Eddie dealt with mystery boysâ notes from â82 to â85. Four agonizing years of the most heart-warming, loving notes.Â
I wish I was as brave as you.
Did you change your shampoo? Your hair looked so soft today.
God, your eyes have to be the biggest fucking eyes Iâve ever seen. So pretty.
I like how long your hair is getting.Â
Saw you walking down the hall today and Iâve never wanted to kiss someone more.Â
They started cute. Compliments here and there, even a doodle every once in a while. Hearts and smiley faces. But as the months and years went by, the mystery boy got deeper. Confessions and secrets.Â
I think if I had a different dad, we wouldâve been best friends.
Can you fall in love with someone youâve never talked to?
I dream about us.Â
Iâm a boy. Iâm sorry.
I want to hold your hand. Those rings are something else.Â
I saw you trying to catch me. Adorable.
I wish I could take you on a date. Not give a shit what my dad would say or what people would think.Â
I wish I could be brave enough to talk to you.Â
Youâre still the prettiest boy Iâve ever seen.
Iâm graduating this year. Iâm sorry it didnât work out for you. I think Iâm going to try to figure out a way to keep dropping these off next year. I donât want you to forget about me.
The notes didnât continue when the school year started. Eddie was embarrassed to admit he cried that first night. He wasnât sure how the mystery boy was going to be able to get the notes to him but he fully believed it was going to happen. He went five weeks with no daily note in his locker. And then, it showed up on a Monday. He almost missed it, the tiny slip of paper.Â
Sorry this took so long. Had to figure out how I was going to sneak these in here. I donât think Iâll be able to call you pretty every day of the week this time around but Iâm going to try my best!Â
And mystery boy was right. The notes were always there on Monday. Just Monday. But Eddie didnât complain. One note a week after five weeks of nothing almost had his heart bursting from his chest. It also narrowed down his search. Sort of. Mystery boy was either coming in on those Mondays to drop off the note, sneaking in on the weekends when the school was empty OR after school on Fridays. And look, heâs failed to graduate high school two times in a row now but he wasnât stupid. Did it take him three months after the notes to start again for him to realize who it was? Yes but to be fair, for two of those months it was Eddie wallowing in denial.Â
Five weeks into school was when he restarted Hellfire. Three weeks before that was when he brought in those new little freshman sheepies. The same freshman sheepies that got picked up by Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who graduated last year. Steve Harrington who he catches staring at him from his beemer in the parking lot every Friday night before he takes the kiddies home. Steve who he categorizes as someone who is so far out of his league that it just couldnât be him. But itâs been three months and there isnât any other former Hawkins high student running around in or near the school. And now that Eddieâs almost certain Steve has been mystery boy these past few years, he canât wait. Heâs been in love with a figure made out of slips of paper for four years and his nonexistent patience has truly run thin. Â
He calls for a break 15 minutes before they normally end their sessions. Tells the boys he needs to run to the bathroom and almost sprints out the door. His locker sits in the hallway just around the corner of the drama room. The door closing shut echos through the empty hallways, alongside the squeaks coming from his shoes as he hustles towards his locker. He freezes as soon as he turns the corner.Â
Steve probably only had 30 seconds after hearing the door open and shut to process what he was going to do. He couldâve run or hid, maybe pretend like he just needed the bathroom while he waited. But Eddie watched him pause as they made eye contact instead. Watched as Steve looked him up and down. Watched him relax and lean back against the lockers behind him with a lazy smirk. His arm slowly moved up and Eddie could see a slip of paper held between his fingers. Steve didnât break eye contact with him at all as he proceeded to shove the paper between the vents of his locker. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Staring. Broken when Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked towards him. He didnât stop. Side stepped around Eddie before they could collide. A faint brush of his fingers along the back of his hand as he walked past him. And Eddie just watched him pass. Just like he watched him slip that note in his locker, he watched Steve walk back down the hall and out the front doors.
He waited only five seconds after the doors closed behind Steve before he jogged over to his locker. Grabbed the note and shoved it into his pocket before running back over to the drama room. Told the guys that they stopped at a decent spot and would meet again next Friday. Walked with them to the parking lot to head home. To catch a glimpse of Steve. And there he was, sitting in his beemer, staring again. This time though, Eddie smiled at him. He smiled at him and pulled the note out of his pocket. Opened it right there in the parking lot while he stared back at Steve. It only took him a few seconds to glance down to read. And as soon as he did, he threw his head back and laughed. Cackled really. He looked back at the beemer and saw Steve with the widest grin. Watched him lift his fingers off the steering wheel and wiggle them at him before he started pulling out of the lot. He looked back down at the note in his hand and chuckled again. Who knew Steve Harrington knew DnD well enough to draw a perfect rendition of an eight sided dice?
Wanna go on a d8? - Steve Harrington xxx-xxx-xxxx
He makes me so happy, I love him so much đŤśđ¸đđ¤˛
Prints available in my shop!! <33
Pirate/Mermaid Steddie One
There is way more mermaid culture world-building than I intended, but that's the fun part lmao
This part discusses injuries, has a mention of mutilation in passing, and involves stitching up a large wound. Nothing is graphic, but there are some descriptions of pain
Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future parts!
As always, if you see any typos no you didn't
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There were a few things Eddie expected from this raid. Gold, of course. Supplies like food, obviously. Some new weapons, surely.
A fucking mermaid? Nowhere near that list of expected things.
And yet, here he stands in the doorway of the raided ship captain's cabin, caught in a staring contest with a merman that's definitely seen better days.
He's stuck in a tiny wooden tub, his tail forced against his chest as the rest of it flops over the edge and trails the floor. His blue-and-green with inexplicable hints of orange scales are dull, too dull, and Eddie is trying really hard to control the sheer rage he feels at the jagged cut that drags down the middle of the tail and through the fin at the bottom. The edges of the wound have crusted over, but it still looks painful, and Eddie knows it was meant to keep the merman from using his tail to escape.
Eddie takes a step into the cabin, ready to just scoop the merman up and take him back to his ship. But he stops when the merman tenses, his entire body somehow becoming more rigid. His hands on the edge of the tub tighten, his sharp nails digging into the slowly rotting wood. He's staring at Eddie like he's some new threat, which seriously is not gonna help with the whole "take the gorgeous merman with incredible hair and alluring brown eyes back to his ship and nurse him back to health" thing.
Eddie freezes and holds his hands up. "Sorry," he says, keeping his voice low and soothing. The merman doesn't relax much, but his nails are no longer digging into the wood. Eddie figures that's a tiny win.
"I'm Captain Eddie of the Corroded Coffin. We didn't expect to find you here, sweetheart."
The nickname just slips out, an unthinking attempt to butter the merman up and an admission of his own thoughts. The merman's eyes narrow, slowly looking Eddie over as though sizing him up.
Eddie lets him, perfectly content with standing still if it means the merman will give him even one iota more of his trust. "That doesn't look very comfortable," he says, nodding to the tub. "Would you like some help?"
The merman relaxes a little more, and Eddie has no clue what he did to cause that. Before he can think too much about it, the merman points to a dresser on the other side of the room, looking at Eddie expectantly.
"You want something from there?"
The merman nods, which tells Eddie he at least understands human language. That doesn't give him any idea if the merman can speak it, though.
He walks over to the dresser and looks at the merman, pointing to each drawer in turn until the merman nods. The fourth drawer is, apparently, the correct one. When Eddie opens it, he finds a small treasure trove. It must be a collection of trophies from the ship captain's previous raids.
A quick glance reveals a gold crown with rubies, several diamond rings, a few silver bracelets with various gemstones along the bands, and a pearl and seashell necklace thrown on top. Eddie knows the merman probably wants that necklace most, but he can't help thinking of a rumor that mermaids like shiny things.
The drawer is full of shiny things.
He hesitates for less than a second before pulling out the entire drawer itself and turning around. "I'm not sure what you want from here," he lies, smiling apologetically at the merman. "Can I come close enough to show you?"
The merman stares at him before slowly nodding once, suspicion practically radiating off of him. Eddie flashes a more genuine smile and slowly approaches, giving the merman enough time to reject his presence. When he's a few steps away, Eddie crouches and tilts the drawer so the merman can see what's inside.
Immediately, the merman reaches out and snatches the pearl and seashell necklace. The gills on the side of his neck flutter slightly as he puts it on, and Eddie wonders if that's a sign of relief. "Was that everything you wanted?" he asks.
The merman glances at him, one hand still lingering on the necklace. He glances down at the drawer again, seeming to argue with himself before reaching out and removing the crown and every bracelet. He carefully slips the bracelets on and clutches the crown in his hands.
"Anything else?" Eddie asks, his tone indulgent. It must be reassuring, though, because the merman looks at him with curiosity more than anything else. It's like he's trying to figure out what he can get away with.
A few seconds pass before the merman glances down at the drawer. His gaze lingers at the edges, and Eddie starts to wonder what could possibly be there when the merman points at one of his rings.
Eddie blinks, following the merman's finger to a chunky ring. It's shaped like a bat with emeralds for eyes and diamonds for teeth. It's one of Eddie's favorites; he found it on his first raid, took it right off the captain's hand himself. Nobody has ever dared ask to touch it, let alone have it.
Without a second thought, Eddie puts the drawer down, slips the ring off his finger, and offers it to the merman. It sits in the palm of his hand, meaning they'd have to touch if the merman really wants it that badly.
Slowly, the merman reaches for the ring, his nails tickling against Eddie's palm as he takes it. From the light brush against Eddie's fingers, the merman's skin is cool, exactly like jumping into the ocean on a hot day.

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The ultimate sexy poll showdown you can only choose one to fuck
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whenever stobin have boundaries in fics iâm like oh thatâs neat. i headcanon that she takes his hole pics for eddie but you do you
Stranger Things fandom ate my brain sorry.
Eddie Munson đ¸ "Master of Puppets"
Steve Harrington đŞ Demobats
Eddie/Steve OTP
pixel art is my 2nd truest expression of love I guess, after gifts đđš
Modern Steddie AU
âOh sheâs cute.â Robin points over to a table near the bar.
Steve follows her finger and the blonde in the pink pleated skirt is, in fact, very cute. âYou should go talk to her.â
Robin gives him a look, âLiterally everything about her screams âstraightâ so no thanks,â she takes a sip of her cocktail, âDonât feel like getting humiliated today.â
Steve rolls his eyes, âI doubt sheâd humiliate you but suit yourself.â He stands and fluffs up his hair a little, âIf you wonât, I sure as hell will.â
Before his friend can protest, Steveâs strutting over to the girlâs table. She looks up at him when he stops and leans slightly against the chair opposite from hers.
âHi!â she greets before he can say anything. Her whole face lights up as she smiles. Sheâs definitely cute, but not exactly what Steve had in mind for the night.
âHey,â Steve flashes his own smile, âI was just telling my friend how cute you are and wanted to know if I could maybe buy you a drink?â
Her face goes pink, but her smile falters slightly and a small frown forms. âOh thatâs so nice of you, but Iâm actually a lesbian,â she seems genuinely upset at having to break this news to him. âIâm really sorry, you seem lovely.â
Steveâs eyes widen slightly, but his smile remains, âOh, god, sorry I should have asked,â he laughs, âThatâs totally my bad.â
She shakes her head and leans forward in her seat, âNot at all, sweetheart!â thereâs a slight southern accent slipping through and her smile is back. âYou couldnât have known, I know I donât exactly look the part.â
âWell, since Iâm already here,â Steve smirks, glancing over his shoulder to where he can see Robin watching the scene unfold. Her eyes snap away once she realizes heâs looking at her. âMy friend over there is single and also extremely gay.â
Chrissy looks over and her smile turns coy, âNow sheâs cute,â her eyes snap back to Steve. âSheâs the one who told you to come over?â
âThe opposite, actually. She thought you were straight so, I came over instead.â Steve explains.
Chrissy nods, glances over her shoulder and then stands. âWell, Iâll just have to go over there then.â
Steve smiles, âIâm Steve, by the way.â
âChrissy.â The blonde extends her hand and Steve shakes it. âThank you for letting me know the girl Iâve been eyeing is queer.â
Steve gives her a two-finger salute and goes to walk away, but she grabs his wrist to stop him.
âDo you like men, by any chance?â Chrissy asks, her smile alluding to something.
âIs it that obvious?â Steve laughs.
She gives him a once-over, âThe tight shirt sort of gave you away.â
âFair enough. Why do you ask?â
Chrissy points over to a curly-haired guy covered in tattoos, whoâs ordering at the bar, âYou should go talk to my friend, Eddie, heâs been blabbing about the hot jock in the polo since you walked in.â
Steve swallows, heâd seen the guy when they walked in, but hadnât allowed himself to look. He was the kind of hot and scary Steve usually avoided due to their usual disdain for preppy guys like Steve. But surely if he kept Chrissy around, he couldnât be all bad.
âI donât exactly seem like his type.â Steve points out, giving Chrissy a nervous glance.
She laughs, âOh please, pretty boy with big eyes and a great body? Youâre everyoneâs type.â
âNot yours.â
âTrust me honey, if you were a masc lesbian Iâd be all over you right about now.â Chrissy winks and Steve can feel his face heating up.
âI donât want to bother himâŚâ
Chrissy rolls her eyes, âJust use the same line you used on me, he doesnât bite.â she pauses, âUnless you ask really nicely.â
Yeah she isnât exactly easing his nerves with these little jabs.
âHe looks like he carries a knife.â Steveâs just stalling at this point.
âI know he seems kinda mean and scary, but heâs really just a big olâ softie, trust me,â she pats his shoulder, picks up her drink and starts walking towards Robin, âNow Iâve got a pretty lady to talk to, so get! Go make a move on the scary metalhead, Steve!â
Steve watches her go, his amusement growing at the sight of Robinâs panic when Chrissy plops down at their table.
Mustering up the courage to walk to the bar, he turns but immediately bumps into someone. The person manages to steady their drink and somehow prevent Steve from falling on his ass, grabbing him around the waist.
âShit sorry!â Steve finds his footing, only to nearly lose it again when he looks up to find his face a few inches away from the aforementioned friend of Chrissyâs.
Eddie smiles, squeezes Steveâs waist once before releasing him, âDonât sweat it, sweetheart.â
Steveâs face must have been bloodshot at that point. Two people had called him sweetheart within the span of a few minutes. At this rate his brain was going to malfunction entirely.
Eddie studies him for a second, his eyes twinkling, before looking over to the now unoccupied table. He frowns, looking around the bar.
âSheâs over there.â Steve points to where the two girls are deep in conversation.
Eddieâs eyes look from Steve to Chrissy and back again. âWere you heading back there?â
âUh, no, actually,â Steve clears his throat. Why was it so hot all of the sudden? âI was told to go talk to the scary metalhead?â
Eddieâs grin returned, showing off his dimples. Steve was allowing himself to stare at the man now, and god was he stunning.
âScary? Thatâs rich coming from the girl who literally carries a knife with her.â Eddie sits down at the table and looks at Steve expectantly, âI donât bite,â he gestures for him to sit, so he does.
âApparently you do if I ask nicely,â Steve says, then feels his face heat up again when he hears what he said.
Eddie laughs, loud and beautiful, âGod, she really knows how to play wingman, huh?â
bewitched: s.h. x f!r
summary: on his graduation trip in london, steve is apart from robin for the day when he runs into you at a coffee shop. after one conversation, you agree to spend your last day in london together, and you both become bewitched.
based on bewitched by laufey
an: hi everyone! i reposted this from earlier, but this fic was so fun for me and i hope you enjoy! please let me know your thoughts and give that magnificent song a listen :) (not proof read)
The clinking of dishes filled the London coffee bar as businessmen on their breaks stopped for small sandwiches wrapped in wax paper squares, a red logo printed across them.Â
Emotional bribery came as two roundtrip tickets across the pond for Steveâs graduation present, taking Robin with him as they took the two weeks off from work. The silver credit card with his name on it covered most expenses, but the steaming tea was paid for with crumpled dollars from the tip jar of Family Video.
Taking a glance up from the book in his hands, he spotted you turning around from the cashier, looking around at an empty spot. The only spare seat was the one before him, a black metal one that wasnât the most comfortable, but it seemed this place wasnât for long-term moments.
âHey.â Steve cleared his throat, earning your attention, gesturing in front of him.Â

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Bitchy Omega Steve/Lovesick Alpha Eddie
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Steve Harrington has a reputation.
Itâs not something Eddie ever particularly cared about or noticed before either of them presented. Steve was just another dickhead jock who wouldnât give someone like him the time of day.
And he was perfectly fine with that.
Until Steve came back to school after winter break smelling like a freshly baked batch of cookies.
Suddenly, his bitchy attitude and the upturn of his nose at everyone below him was enticing.
"What the fuck did you do?"
Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasnât new, but Eddie doesnât think heâs actually done anything recently to earn it.
"Well-"
"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"
Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.
âI was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?â
âYou are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.â