My last piece for the stranger things reverse big bang, #steddie, Hard Launch. Fic by @hitlikehammers.bsky.social

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“We'll Be Alright, Sweetheart.” by dadpunsandmisery Summary: When Steve and Robin came to Hawkins a few months ago, they'd been looking for a job. Something simple, quick, and that would grant them just enough money to survive another month on the road. Steve should've known that hoping for anything 'simple' at this point in their lives was naive. Now he's in here; trapped in this prison cell by himself, staring at the stone ceiling and hoping at least Robin and the kids are safe somewhere. That's when he sees him: a strange man being dragged in by the guards with a manic grin on his lips. ~~~~ OR: a Fantasy/DnD!AU for the Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, The Party (Stranger Things), Henry Creel | One | Vecna Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Dungeons & Dragons, Paladin Steve Harrington, Bard Eddie Munson, Vampires, former knights stobin, Prison, mentions of torture, Happy Ending, First Meetings, Eddie Munson is a Tease, Pre-Relationship Language: English Stats: Published: 2026-04-08 Words: 4,960 Chapters: 1/1 Hits:0

My fic for the ST Reverse Big Bang is finally out!!!

Check out the amazing art by @penny00dreadful.bsky.social

Here’s a fantasy!AU for the dnd nerds ❤️

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My next piece for the ST Reverse Big Bang. A D&D AU with fic by @dadpunsandmisery.bsky.social

My first piece for the ST Reverse Big Bang. A Crimson Peak AU with fanTASTIC fic by @hbyrde.bsky.social

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YOU'RE THE MOST WELCOME DARLING

Happy birthday @pearynice.bsky.social

and velvets lining their furniture.

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climbed the walls as though alive, their colours chosen to hide the ever present soot from the gas lamps, not quite ready for the new electric light yet. Every surface bore the quiet whisper of wealth without ostentation: dark carved mahogany, bright brass fixtures, thick brocades

its rooms stacked like childrens building blocks.

Heavy drapes muffled the street sounds and shut out prying eyes, their folds thick enough to swallow daylight. Patterned wallpapers, floral or damask, dense, and darkly fashionable,

Somewhere outside, a carriage rattled over the cobblestones before fading into the night, wheels striking stone in a staccato rhythm.
The house around them was vast in the particular way houses in the modern age were. Tall and narrow, built upward rather than outward,

The gas lamps along the wall cast her in a soft amber glow as she sat opposite him in her chintz armchair. Rain tapped lightly against the tall, darkened windows, and beneath it all the mantle clock ticked with the steady, inexorable patience of a thing that had never known a heartbeat.

Temporary chatacter death, vampire steve&robin, victorian era. Written (belatedly) for @hitlikehammers.bsky.social birthday 🥰

“Have you… ever been in love?”

Steve lifted his eyes, catching Robin’s gaze.

He's admiring the goods 🤣

My first piece for the ST Reverse Big Bang. Accompanied by an AMAZING fic by @hbyrde.bsky.social

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Steve as cupid shooting dildo arrows into Eddie's butt

Wishing you nothing 🍑 love this Valentine's Day #steddie #steddiefanart And a special thanks to @hawkinsleather.bsky.social for twisting my rubber arm to do this damn thing. 💜

Happy Valentines Day #steddie

I hope you enjoy! 🥰

Steve had looked up at him like Eddie had handed him the world, like he had never expected to have the fun reciprocated with him at the centre.

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It was only once Steve had sprawled down on the grass, panting and tired from the exertion, Eddie had wiggled his way down from the swing and insisted Steve take his turn now.

“Let me help!”

Those were the first words Steve had ever said to him, his grin almost splitting his face, showing off his missing teeth and giving him a lisp over the s sounds.

Eddie had screamed with joy as Steve had taken it almost as a personal challenge to push him as high as he could.

his little legs dangling high off the ground, swinging back and forth wildly, barely able to build enough momentum going to move before he had heard a voice calling bright and excited and completely unashamed from behind him, getting closer and closer as footsteps ran through the grass.

They’d been regular visitors to the same park on summer days, a wide expanse of dying grass and half hearted tyre swings pretending to be a playground, but to Eddie and Steve it was a boundless plane of adventure.

Eddie had been trying to propel himself forward on one of those tyre swings

@steddieexchange.bsky.social submission for @malikat24601.bsky.social hope you enjoy! 🥰 #steddie

Eddie’s earliest memories of Steve were sunny, bright and loud.

But a solid and constant weight.

And he built it all with his own two hands, from the ground up.

He couldn’t be prouder.

It was only in hindsight that the knock at the door felt wrong.

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Every morning he was able to wake up slow and warm and worry free. He had the pantry stocked with his favourite food, his coffee flavoured exactly to his taste. He was happy. Completely and utterly. The kind of happy that wasn’t a rollercoaster of emotions, a high waiting for a drop.

A concept that he never thought possible, growing up in that rural trailer park with his uncle Wayne. His home felt like his own space. Open, comfortable, a little cluttered but covered in signs of the things he loved and the people who love him. Photos and posters and flyers and instruments.

Only by those deep within the metal community but still, it filled him with pride every time it happened. The music was still alive and aflame in his soul. The money granted by his music was steady, more than he had ever seen in his life before, able to keep him comfortably upper middle class.

Warm and confident and comfortable and hard earned. Corroded Coffin were moderately successful. Not successful enough to be followed by the paps or hounded by fans with boundary issues or to be a household name. But he was recognised occasionally.

#steddie bingo prompt: hurt/comfort

Eddie’s life was, by every metric he could count, pretty fucking good. It wasn’t good in a front page magazine, sold out Madison Square, all of the sex, drugs and rock and roll kind of way. (Though the sex was fantastic) But it was a solid life.

#LateLateToyShow do you think the Labubu mask was calling to him like the Green Goblin