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Hey! I’m a fandom old, obsessed with Stranger Things since 2016, and writing fanfiction since 2023. I predominantly write for Steddie, but rare pairs are creeping in. You can find all my fics over on AO3.

I finally tidied up my masterlist. I’m trying to group them in some kind of order, hopefully this is a little easier to navigate.

All my fics that have been written for any of the CC Fest events and pop ups are here.

Corroded Coffin Fest 2025 - My Masterlist | Tumblr | AO3

Corroded Coffin Fest 2024 - My Masterlist | Tumblr | AO3

Corroded Coffin Fest: Seven Deadly Sins - My Masterlist | Tumblr | AO3

Pleasant Valley Sunday | Tumblr | AO3 | 2.5k | Rating T | Steddie | AU, Firefighter Steve Harrington, Corroded Coffin are the best and worst neighbours | Steve gets his sleep disturbed by the band that just moved onto the street

Look Up at the Storm | Tumblr | AO3 | 2.3k | Rating: T | Eddie & Wayne, Eddie & Al, Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, fathers and sons, Good Uncle Wayne, S01 | Eddie waits for the outcome of Al’s sentencing.

Holding hands at the end of the world | Tumblr | AO3 | 3.7k | Rating: M | Pairing Steddie | Eddie and Steve at the end of the world

Wicked Game | Tumblr | AO3 | 4k | M | Pairing: Jeff/Eddie, Steve/Eddie | CW: use of homophobic slurs, period typical homophobia, internalised homophobia |Tags: Angst, unhealthy relationships, unrequited love, background Steddie | Eddie is a ball of anger and Jeff is caught in the crossfire.

You're The One I've Waited For | Tumblr | AO3 | 12k | T | Pairing: Steddie | Fluff and tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, protective Gareth, Steve Harrington is a sweetheart | Steve wants Eddie to have the perfect thanksgiving. He ends up giving him so much more.

There Is a House... | Tumblr (snippet) | AO3 | 6k | T | Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Corroded Coffin, Horror, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending | Eddie and the boys get up to no good on Mischief Night and have to make amends. If only it were that simple.

Give Me a Break | Tumblr (snippet) | AO3 | 6k | T | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Pre-Steddie, pre-season 3, attempt at humour, Eddie Munson whump, Gareth is a little shit, maybe a hint of foot fetish? | Eddie winds up in the hospital and gets a surprise visitor to help him with a little problem.

Run fast, don't stand in the sun | Tumblr | AO3 | 2.3k | M | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Death, description of canon deaths | Tags: Dark Eddie Munson, police officer Steve Harrington | Be careful where you play ding dong ditch.

On The Mend | Tumblr | AO3 | 4k | T | Pairing: Steddie | CW: descriptions of injuries and medical procedures, medical trauma | POV: Mixed | Tags: Hurt/comfort, medical whump | Eddie and Steve fall in love over the railings of a hospital bed.

Home | AO3 | Tumblr | 1.6k | T | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Angst, Grief | Eddie and his kids pack up their family home, but the ghosts of a happy life make it hard to leave.

Come Alive | AO3 | 7k | M | Pairing: Steddie | Mental Illness, Angst with a happy ending | Nobody has seen Eddie for weeks, and nasty rumours are spreading through Hawkins. When Dustin can't get any answers from Wayne Munson he turns to Steve for help.

California I'm Coming Home | AO3 | Tumblr | 3.2k | T | Pairing: Steddie | Rock Star Eddie and Good Uncle Wayne | Wayne Munson moves to California and lives the high life.

I'm A Bad Boy For Breaking Her Heart | AO3 | 3.6k | M | Steddie | The Harringtons Are Doing Their Best | Eddie finally gets to meet the parents.

Only The Horses Can Bring Us Back Home | AO3 | 3.4k | T | Steddie | Horse Girl Eddie, recovery, therapy | Recovery comes in many forms aka Eddie falls in love with a horse.

Masterlist of the fics I wrote for Corroded Coffin Fest. I haven’t completed every prompt because I’m a slacker (although I have written more than one fic for some of the prompts, go figure).

Not all the same universe necessarily, but some are interlinked and have nods to others. And thank you to @the-unforgivenn for giving me the idea to do this!

AO3

Warm Up Rounds

April prompt: Taxed | I tell you folks, it's harder than it looks | Rated T

May prompt: Get A Job | What a way to make a livin' | Rated T

June prompt: Band on the run | Kick 'em When They're Up | Rated T

June prompt: Band on the run | We Gotta Get Out Of This Place | Rated M

July

Day 1 Prompt: Firsts | Breaking The Law | Rated T

Day 2 Prompt: In The Beginning | Four Chords and a Dream | Rated T

Day 3 Prompt: Best Friends

Day 4 Prompt: Eddie | Echoes and Silence, Patience and Grace | Rated T

Day 5 Prompt: On The Road | Get in the Van | Rated T

Day 6 Prompt: Heard It In A Love Song

Day 7 Prompt: Celebrate Good Times

Day 8 Prompt: Band Politics | Spoilin' for a Fight | Rated T

Day 8 Prompt: Band Politics | Landslide | Rated T

Day 9 Prompt: The Hideout | One Day It All Will Fade | Rated T

Day 10 Prompt: Pride

Day 11 Prompt: Jeff

Day 12 Prompt: Ow! | There Goes My Hero | Rated T

Day 13 Prompt: Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll | You Know, This Used To Be Fun | Rated M

Day 14 Prompt: And The Winner Is... | My Occupation is Syncopation | Rated T

Day 15 Prompt: Let's Talk About That

Day 16 Prompt: Struggling | Disenchanted Lullaby | Rated T

Day 17 Prompt: This One's For You | Know When To Hold 'em | Rated T

Day 18 Prompt: Freak | Hello, I've Waited Here For You | Rated T

Day 19 Prompt: In The Garage

Day 20 Prompt: Under The Covers | Ramblin' Gamblin' Man | Rated M

Day 21 Prompt: Hate This Town | Town Called Malice | Rated T

Day 22 Prompt: Alternate Universe | Computer Love | Rated T

Day 23 Prompt: Up And Coming | Mine is Yours | Rated T

Day 24 Prompt: Behind The Scenes | Exposure | Rated T

Day 25 Prompt: Gareth

Day 26 Prompt: Tour Date | Let the Bodies Hit The Floor | Rated M

Day 27 Prompt: You’ll Be In My Heart

Day 28 Prompt: Back To Indiana | Looking California, Feeling Indiana | Rated T

Day 29 Prompt: Behind The Music

Day 30 Prompt: Fame & Fortune | Turn The Page | Rated T

(meant with complete fascination and excitement)

Ha! Probably not as exciting as it sounds. So I once talked to the lovely @gravytape about what would happen if Wayne found out Eddie was dealing. Like, I’ve seen it handled in fics where Wayne seems to not give a fuck, but I dunno, is he going to be that cool when his brother is already in prison? And also, and this is the kind of thing that gets a girl shot in this fandom, but… I LOVE Wayne, like I’m all up for Saint Wayne of Hawkins, but I wanted to make him a bit mean and scary in this, unleash his anger in a way Eddie has never seen before, because fucking drugs! It’s a big deal. And if he’s truly the loving uncle we all believe him to be then he would be furious. That anger coming from fear, of what could happen to Eddie, of Eddie potentially throwing everything away and winding up like his dad. Wayne’s not a mean man, but he’s loving and he’s going to lash out over something like this, in my opinion.

So I wrote something as part of another fic, like not quite a flash back but Eddie reminiscing on the moment Wayne finds out and the immediate aftermath of that. But I didn’t like it for the fic, so pulled it out to turn into a standalone one shot but never got round to finishing it. So, wee snippet below:

Eddie had come home one night to find Wayne waiting for him, sitting on the couch staring at nothing. “Sit down,” he’d said the moment Eddie walked in the door.  And that tone. That tone wasn’t Wayne, at all. That tone was all his Dad.

“What’s going on?” said Eddie.

“I said sit down! Don’t make me say it again.”

And as he’d headed to the armchair, because he sure as fuck wasn’t going near Wayne when he was like this, he saw it. Sitting in front of Wayne on the coffee table.

His tatty black lunch box. Open. Contents laid out a like a narcotic smorgasbord.

Fuck.

So, I hope you enjoyed my Ted talk. 🤣 Sorry, give me an inch and I’ll just keep going.

Fell On Black Days aka the Prison Fic. This is 'what would happen if Eddie went down for the murders', because making Eddie suffer in prison is very appealing to me. 😆 Also, there's lots of letter writing! I have about 62k thousand words for this but it's unfinished. This was my NanoWriMo fic and I needed a break from it after that so it's been put to one side to rest, but it's very much an active project. Last year's writing goal was 'Publish something on AO3'. This year it's 'Get the Prison Fic DONE'.

I shared some snippets while doing Nano, hopefully this isn't one of them! Last lines I wrote:

Brendan is sitting on Eddie’s bunk as he shuffles in from his shift in the laundry. It’s a thing in prison, you don’t touch another guy’s bunk, but Eddie and Brendan were past that a long time ago. Still, it’s not that often he’d do it when Eddie wasn’t there. Brendan practically leaps from the bunk when Eddie wanders in. “They have a letter for you,” he says almost breathlessly. Eddie blinks. His brain is syrupy and sluggish from all the meds, which he’s grateful for most days to be honest, but he’s trying to grab onto this and hold it down with two hands. “What? From who?” Brendan laughs hysterically. “I don’t know. I don’t know! But you don’t know anyone else, right? Like out of Hawkins? Who else would write to you?” Who does he know? He got some weird mail from people over the years. Women who think murderers are sexy, especially serial killers. A lot of Christians. A long last aunt of Wayne’s who spent the cost of a stamp to tell him she’s ashamed to be related to him.

This is a deepcut! This is the first thing I ever started writing for the fandom, sometime early last year. It was essentially my take on the immediate aftermath of S4 and was initially supposed to be from Wayne's POV, but then I realised I probably needed another POV, Steve or Nancy, and then Dustin had a scene and... yeah, it got messy fast! And I was going all kinds of places with this that in retrospect it didn't need, but I didn't know that until I started writing other fics and got a bit more experience. I have so much of this mapped out in my head, scenes I've been carrying around since the beginning of last year. I only have about 4000 words down though.

I've shared snippets before but these are the very first words I wrote for the fandom *drum roll*

Wayne Munson couldn’t tell you exactly when he became so attuned to sounds. He had spent much of his life learning to block them out. Gunfire and the screaming of young men. The constant churn of machinery at the plant. Screeching guitars in the middle of the afternoon when he’s trying to sleep. He’s learned over the years how to just zone it all out. Now he’s listening.  The squeak of shoes on linoleum. Doctors and nurses talking to each other, not to him. Alarms. Good alarms (it’s normal, nothing to worry about Mr Munson) bad alarms (you need to step outside while we work), constant electronic beeps that tell him his nephew is still alive, the whoosh click of the ventilator that tells him Eddie has air in his lungs. He’s listening, now, to all these sounds that tell him that under the dressings, the machinery, the tubes and the wires, somewhere under all of that is his boy. They’re keeping him here with him. So he listens, and now these sounds are Eddie. These sounds are Eddie telling him he’s here. 

There's still a story in here somewhere and I'm determined to get something out of it this year.