𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

my writing:

(from 3k to 15k words)

Red With Love

Obviously, there was only one bed. A round bed. And red walls, red carpets, a red mini fridge, a fucking red heart-shaped tub. Because if it wasn't bad enough to have his (almost) brand new break right as a snowstorm seems to be on the way, Eddie had to get stuck in a love hotel with no one other than Steve Harrington.

Word Count: 9,1k | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | Tags: enemies to lovers (but only in Eddie's mind), dry humping, post-canon (but Eddie lives), set in 1996

♥️ obs: this was written for the Steddie Winter Exchange for my lovely giftee!! The hotel, Tropical Inn, is inspired by famous real life love hotels and resorts of the Poconos Mountains in Pennsylvania, such as Penn Hills Resorts, Cove Haven and Pocono Gardens Lodge. The original post has some pictures of the inspirations.

In My Peripheral Vision

It's the spring of 1989 and Steve is finally moving on from them, having his fairytale wedding. And Eddie, who's been stuck on his own failing marriage, watches from afar, collecting memories of their days together like old trinkets, trying not to get too close.

Word Count: 10k | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington | CW: a LOT of internalized homophobia; brief mention of parental abuse; unplanned pregnancy; miscarriage; cheating

This December, I'll Remember

After a decade avoiding his dearest friends, Eddie finally shows up to their yearly holiday reunion. As he reconnects with those people and sees the adults they've become, he faces his own truths and regains some memories his mind swept under the rug.

And he learns that remembering can change everything.

Word Count: 6012 | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, little mentions of other couples. | CW: past drug addiction and alcoholism, brief mentions of hallucinations, sound hallucinations and intrusive suicidal thoughts, mentions of vomiting |

💜 obs: written for Corroded Coffin Fest pop up event "If We Make It Through December", songs used as inspo: This December by Ricky Montgomery and A Long December by Counting Crows.

(from 500k to 3k words)

Corroded Coffin Fest

14 standalone oneshots, 11 being steddie, 3 centered only on platonic relationships, lots of Corroded Coffin interactions.

3 of my entries below:

kiss me under the bleachers

Prompt Day 28: Never Been Kissed | WC: 997 | Rating: G | CW: bullying | POV: Eddie | reader's pick!

Because of a valentine's day prank that went too far, Eddie looks for a place to hide and ends up at Steve's hiding spot. Something begins that day.

better change your tune

Prompt Day 14: Poetic justice | WC: 995 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | my personal pick!

Making mixtapes for his friends ends up becoming some sort of therapy for Eddie during his recovery. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't figure Steve Harrington's music tastes right.

so different when I'm on the stage tonight

Prompt Day 22: Friday Night Lights | WC: 998 | Rating: G | CW: none | POV: Eddie | Wayne-is-everything-to-me-pick!

Wayne is getting married, Corroded Coffin plays a gig at the reception and Eddie has a surprise in store for him.

master list of my entries below:

Corroded Coffin Fest 2025 entries

steddie bingo (round three)

How I Reappear

Prompts: Guitar; "Forever?" "Why not?"; Music | WC: 1,8k | Rating: G | CW: grief, parent death | POV: Eddie | (inspired by My Chemical Romance songs)

drabbles:

Rebel Without a Cause

Word Count: 100 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington |

Steve dresses as James Dean for Halloween and Eddie is only human.

wrapped around you (requested)

Pairing(s): Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler | Rating: G | POV: Robin | CW: slight period-typical homophobia, internalized guilt

Robin can pretend all she wants, but there is a certain someone she'd love to ask for prom. If she could, how would she do it?

works in progress

(links for each wip tag, with snippets, hcs, random thoughts and all things related!)

💜 Jesus Christ (That's a Pretty Face) | Steddie, Steve is wrongly presumed dead and wakes up on a morgue while Mortician!Eddie is working. Set in 2009, Explicit, angst, religious themes and catholic guilt, hurt/comfort.

💜 I Will be Your Garage Band King (temporary title) | Steddie + open relationship Jancy (casual Jargyle/Ronance shenanigans) + Buckingham | 90s AU, Punk!Steve, Am I a Bet? trope, Mature or Explicit (not sure yet)

💜 Something Vengeful, Something Blue | Henderhop, side Steddie | modern AU, Jane/El centric, flower shop/tattoo shop rivalry, rate T, coming of age, found family, romantic comedy.

💜 Someday I Suppose | Steddie | 90s sitcom au | 5 times Eddie almost finds the one he got away + 1 time he finally does. | Songfic | Rated T or M, I'm not sure.

on hiatus:

💜 No Title We Nameless Like Freak | steddie, sound tech Steve meets Corroded Coffin, set in 1989, Explicit, coming of age, CC before making it big. (being rewritten)

💜 High Top Sneakers (temporary title) | Buckingham + side steddie, set on a indie rock festival camp, Mature, coming of age, comedy.

things to know me:

tags:

I ramble a lot in tags

here's my personal tag

I participate in a lot of tag games

Stranger Things Headcanons

not a fan account but I post a lot of Djo things (impressions, opinions, freakouts etc), so here's a tag!

Last but never least:

There are ships I don't like or engage in, but that doesn't mean I can't follow or befriend people who like or produce content for them! However... I don't engage with any Harry Potter related content. I have pretty much every tag and term related to it blocked. And though I won't go on your chat or ask box telling you what to like, I won't refrain myself from posting my opinions regarding the franchise and the author on my blog. I'm totally anti generative AI, don't follow me if you post anything made with it. I'm against censorship, tags and filters are our best friends.

They were high. And drunk. And, in all honesty, stupid.

Still, it feels ridiculous to be in the hospital, at age 33, because you broke your butt falling off a waterbed. Or because your friend broke his butt falling of a waterbed, whatever.

Jeff knows everyone is staring the three guys dressed in black from head to toe, leather and chains and band patches all over their clothes. Plus they're soaked, which adds to the ridiculousness.

Corroded Coffin isn't a worldwide sensation, they're not even a national wide sensation, if he's honest. But they have a following, even got enough fans to do a couple small concerts in Europe and South America. Tonight they're almost back home. Chicago sometimes feels more like home than Hawkins (but not more than Indy), since it's where they started to make enough money to make a living out of music. It made sense to start the tour in there.

Then Eddie broke his butt because Gareth decided to test how many times he could stab the hotel's waterbed with his pocketknife before it fell apart. Not that Jeff can blame only him, the four of them engaged with the stupidity, loudly chanting "Stab! Stab! Stab!" while he done the deed.

"You're here with Edward Munson?" a voice says behind his back and as he looks around… Oh. Eddie must be having the worst day of his life, cause his doctor is the one and only Steve Harrington from high school, Eddie's sworn enemy that didn't even acknowledge his existence.

"Yes!" Gareth practically jumps from his seat, a puddle of water around his feet.

"He's back from the X-ray. He's got a femoral neck fracture that will require surgery."

"Wait, he broke his neck?" Gareth says, with wide (and obviously still very high) eyes.

"No," Steve answers. He looks like he's fighting the urge to call them idiots "femural neck, as in femur."

"Thanks doc," Doug chimes in "can we see him?"

"Yeah, of course. We're just running some blood tests in order to give him the pain medication," Steve looks at them, examines the situation "he asked me to tell you not to tell Stacy."

"Well, too late for that. She's already coming with out clothes," Gareth sighs.

"Oh, right," Steve nods as if he knows who Stacy is "maybe one of you should see him now and the others when she arrives, then?"

"I'll go!" Jeff finally gets up from his chair. He's the most sober of the group and he has questions. How many days will Eddie stay there? What type of surgery? Is he okay? He's not comfortable with needles, what are they gonna do about it?

Still thinking of all that, he follows Steve, or Dr. Harrington, to Eddie's bed in the ER. Eddie looks silly in the hospital gown (they probably thought it was easier to get him to change than to take off all the metallic garments in his clothes), eyes watery, face pale. But aside from that, he seems fine.

"Dude!" he greets before Jeff can't say anything "you won't believe who I just saw!" he pauses "Steeeeeeve Harrington! Do you remember him? Fuck it, I'm sure you remember him, I doubt anyone could ever forget him," his voice is high pitched like it gets when he's too excited. A nurse gets in, talks to Steve about something, starts preparing her stuff to make an abscess in Eddie's arm. Jeff figures that the best way of not letting Eddie notice what is going on, is to keep him talking.

"Hawkins Harrington? Yeah, I remember. What's he even doing here?"

"I don't know. Giving me his blessing or something? Y'know they say you see a bunch of stuff when you're about to die, right? It makes sense that I'd see Harrington,"

"Eddie, you're not dying–"

"Shhhh, shhhh! He also said that, but I am dying, why else I'd be in so much pain and seeing the one guy I dreamed of boning for my entire teenage years? I'm dying, man. Can you hear the noises? The voices? I'm dying!"

Oh my God. What the fuck, that's too much information at once. Jeff doesn't know what to do with it. And Steve is still there. Staring. And apparently interested.

"Hey buddy, you're not dying. That I can promise you," Steve says with a side smile, clearly not bothered about Eddie's "deathbed" confession.

"Thank you, dream Steve. You're very nice, tell real life Steve you could take him any day. On my behalf."

"I will," Steve answers and the nurse giggles a little. Eddie didn't even notice she put the needle in him. She then gives him instructions about his medication and he nods, tells her she's nice too, though he doesn't know who is she and why he's remembering her. She thanks him, smiles and leaves.

"Thanks," Eddie smiles, then turns to Jeff "I'm in love with him. I wish I could have his babies. This is not how I dreamed he'd make my ass hurt, but we take what we can get, I guess."

Jeff looks at Steve, bracing for a disgusted expression. What he finds is a fond and amused smile. Maybe a little cocky.

"Uh, I see he's fine. Very himself," Jeff states "sorry about the babbling, he gets like that when–" he knows Steve is aware that Eddie is high; they had to tell him. Still, it's too much, talking about with a doctor.

"It's okay," Steve shrugs "I have to go, but I'll be back to take a look at him."

Jeff swears he's never letting his friends pull any of their stupid stunts, ever.

But he does wave at Steve when, months later, they're about to play Chicago again. He's front row.

Jeff can only hope Eddie doesn't fall off the stage or something.