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twentysomething midwesterner. they/them. multifandom as all hell. Check out my past monthly-themed fic recs and cross-stitching. I write and do podfics over on ao3 as hullomoon. I've been told I'm a good person.
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hullomoon's 2024 works round-up: part one

it’s the end of the year, which means it’s time for a work round-up! once again i didn't post too much this year, but i definitely know that i was doing longer works (looking at you 17 hour pod!). if you haven’t yet, check out my 2019 roundup, 2020 roundup, 2021 roundup, 2022 roundup, and 2023 roundup! all works are ordered in chronological posting order.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

[podfic] leave the children behind | Stranger Things | Joyce/Hopper, Steve & Hopper | 32:53

She catches sight of Hop first, of course. He’s who she’s looking for after all; or, perhaps more accurately, she will think later, he’s the only one she thinks she’s supposed to be looking for in this moment. The way Robin Buckley had talked about what had happened beneath Starcourt that night — well, it had all just seemed so final, she’d thought, and truly she’s never been so happy to be wrong in her life. Meanwhile, in the Soviet Union, Joyce finds not one ghost but two.

[podfic] the goodest boy, his Henry, and the other guy | Red, White, and Royal Blue | Alex/Henry | 04:07

“David?” That voice. The most beautiful sound in the world. David scrambles to his feet, performing a perfunctory stretch before leaping off his bed and bounding down the hallway. His heartbeat accelerates when he sees his Henry, wrapped up in a scarf, looking soft and snugglable. And oh! Behind him is the other guy.

[podfic] Interlude | Schitt's Creek | Alexis & David | 12:25

David whips the tie from around his neck and throws it to the floor in frustration. He will not cry, he will not cry. There is an itinerary and he’s supposed to be sticking to it. There is not enough time to budget in a whole other round of emergency skincare; the only option, if any, would be a few dabs of concealer. That’s it. — Or, a missing scene before the wedding where David's getting ready and realizes he can't quite do it on his own.

[podfic] Goosey Nature | Doctor Who & The Untitled Goose Game | multivoice | 01:42

"Don't you shake your tail feathers at me!"

[podfic] Mixed Emotions | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | multivoice | 33:43

Steve and Eddie trade mix tapes, for totally normal friend reasons. And if a little extra work goes into choosing just the right song, well, what's wrong with that?

[podfic] This Ken Has a Boyfriend! | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | multivoice | 13:39

Eddie the Banished is a half-elf bard, destroyer of Kas, devilish charmer, the Party’s ace up their sleeve, and he is trapped in the Barbie bin. Someone —a loyal party member never rats on their own— dumped him in the fluorescent neon pink tub during clean-up and now he’ll spend the weekend with the dippy plastic models. There’s three Barbies and one Ken, and no one has broken yet. Do they really just sit here and do nothing? “This is hell.” “Well that’s rude.”

[podfic] Five Cakes Marcus Thought Were Bombs and One He Knew Was Fire | The Bear | Marcus-centric | multivoice | 04:51

Six drabbles about Marcus's search for a perfect new cake to bake.

it's perpetual bliss | Schitt's Creek | Stevie/Ruth | 487

It's the end of their first date and Stevie is soaking up the last moments

[Podfic] covered bridge love | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | multivoice | 16:39

“You fucking asshole,” he says, and the moment he lifts his head, Steve’s hand is pushing tear- and sweat-matted hair off his forehead, so careful and kind and infuriating in the way the touch takes over Eddie’s entire self to the point where he can’t help but lean into it. “You absolute fucking jerk.” “I’m sorry.” “Yeah,” Eddie scoffs wetly, “you oughta be.” – Steve is injured in a fire. His ex-boyfriend gets a call. It was supposed to be easier this way.

[podfic] Close Encounters of the Alces Kind | Schitt's Creek | Gen | multivoice | 07:58 & 08:52

why are you trying to get me to stay at work longer than i need to what did you do Nothing i can hear you lying
#hullomoon podfics#hullomoon writes#stranger things#rwrb#schitts creek#doctor who#untitled goose game#the bear#jopper#steve harrington#firstprince#alexis rose#david rose#10th doctor#donna noble#steddie#marcus
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Steve Harrington, who has a very “in name only” relationship with his parents, the people who claim they love him lots but have simply given him cash for his last six birthdays without bothering to send a card. 

Steven Harrington, who lost his connection to the only adults in his life who actually parented him when he had his final fight with Tommy and Carol-- not that they ever really did that much. Having an adult put a bandaid on his knee and complimenting him for being tough was plenty enough. 

Steve Harrington, who drove Dustin and co. to the Byers house that one Christmas and was told by Hopper not to come in; that Joyce was still mad at him about the ‘demodog in the fridge’ and figured his exclusion was fair--it wasn’t like Hopper actually liked him. Joyce certainly had no reason to. It wasn’t like he was doing anything for Christmas anyways. 

#my heart#steve harrington#wayne munson#stranger things#queue to the moon
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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Request Accepted

CCF Spring Break Prompt: Keg | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Alcohol | Tags: AU, Corroded Coffin Van Tour, Frat Boy Steve, Beach Kegger, Meet Cute, First Kiss

He's pretty. The frat boy currently turned upside down, holding himself up in a keg stand, legs up so high it looks like he doesn't even need much of the help he's being given to stay perched up there in a handstand.

Eddie watches, enthralled. 

Even moreso, when the guy dismounts, and then immediately does a standing backflip. Bowing as the crowd cheers upon sticking the landing.

"Steve's something else," Jeff says from his side, with a chuckle.

"Steve?" Eddie questions. Has Jeff talked to their spring break neighbors? 

"Yeah, he came over earlier. He's nice. We can go down there if we want. We were invited."

Eddie shakes his head. He'd just embarrass himself. He knows damn good and well any guy who looks like that wouldn't be interested in anyone like him. Eddie looks like a Victorian ghost that accidently floated onto the beach, not a sunkissed Greek god like Steve.

Then, a loud, shrill whistle pierces the air, and they both look in that direction.

Steve is standing there waving at them, like he might take his arm out of the socket.

"Jeff! Jeff's friend! Come down here!" Steve yells, hands cupping his mouth, magnifying his voice as he's beckoning them, like he's the announcer on The Price is Right.

And before Eddie can decline, Jeff is standing. 

Well, fine.

#steddie#stranger things#queue to the moon
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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest Spring Break Pop Up

Prompt: I don't do shorts | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Anxiety (briefly mentioned) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler | Tags: mild angst, followed by warm fuzzies, Eddie has kids, Gareth is the best friend we all need in our lives, yeah I just wanted to write Edancy, sorry about that

*Normal Steddie content will resume shortly*

“You said you’d come this time.”

A fat tear rolls down his daughter’s face and another piece of his heart cracks open. Going back to Hawkins has never been such a big deal before; he hasn’t been back to Indiana since 1987, has no intention of going now, thank you very much. The Wheelers still live in Hawkins, Ted too stingy to move them somewhere better after the ‘earthquake’, so Nancy goes back a couple of times a year, often with the kids in tow. That’s fine with him, Ted hates him for trapping his daughter (like anyone could trap Nancy into doing anything she didn’t want) and Karen is civil at best. It’s just Wayne he misses, and Wayne comes to visit as often as he can. So all up he has no reason to ever go back to that godforsaken shithole.

But this year is different. This year they’re all going back.

All except him.

#stranger things#queue to the moon
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[podfic] zen, and the art of three point throws

part seven of eating in the underworld series

part of @podficbigbang

read by @hullomoon

written by @greatunironic

Steve was never someone they used to pay much attention to before. Mike bitched about him endlessly when he was dating Nancy (though he’d been the one to breathlessly relate the tale of Steve and the Nail Bat and the Demogorgon to them, so). They’d viewed him with the benign disinterest Lucas thinks most kids would view their friend’s big sister’s jock boyfriend, mostly, but then Lucas had been in that junkyard with him and Dustin and Max and the demodogs and then he’d been with them at the Byers, with Billy, and Steve had put himself between Lucas and Billy without a second’s hesitation. Then he’d protected them again in the tunnels, and Lucas had maybe thought, Wow. Lucas, at the basketball court on two Saturday afternoons, four months apart.
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#hullomoon podfics#lucas sinclair#stranger things
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[podfic] three inches above the floor

part six of eating in the underworld series

part of @podficbigbang

read by @hullomoon

written by @greatunironic

He had dropped like a sack of potatoes, the sudden shock of the loud noise and the red hot pain taking him out at the fucking knees. Carver had stood over him, leveled and cocked his gun, and Eddie wasn’t going to give this holier than thou fuckhead the satisfaction of closing his eyes or flinching or doing anything but looking him dead in the eye as he murdered him when Max clocked him with a tire iron from parts unknown and a whole lot of teenage girl rage. A few days after the world doesn't end (just yet), Eddie wakes up.
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#hullomoon podfics#eddie munson#stranger things
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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

A Perfect 40

CCF Spring Break Prompt: Sunscreen | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | CW: Equal Opportunity Objectification | Tags: AU, Famous Corroded Coffin, Meet Cute, Wet T-Shirt Contest, Gay & Horny Eddie Munson, Confident & Big Dicked Steve Harrington

Eddie is kicked back on the panel, his paddles piled up in front of him. He's the worst person to judge a wet t-shirt contest. He's not exactly a boob man. But the other three were thrilled, so he was game. He'll just give all the girls 10s and call it a day.

They parade each contestant out, wet, white tees clinging to their bare breasts and true to his word, it's 10s from him. Everybody's going home happy on his watch.

Then, Eddie finds a good reason to sit up straight. The only straight he'll ever be.

There's a guy, with perfect hair, and a skintight white shirt clinging to his torso, showing the thick thatch of chest hair underneath. And a slight softness at the middle, offsetting his broad fucking shoulders.

#fic rec#steddie#stranger things#queue to the moon
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[podfic] so this is what the volume knob's for

part five of eating in the underworld series

part of @podficbigbang

read by @hullomoon

written by @greatunironic

So he phones his shit in too if they’re not going to care. He spends a lot of time tracing the words carved into his desk absently, or staring out the windows now. He tries to get a seat closer to them, the windows, when he can, which is most classes except his English one. Mrs Woodcliff assigns seats alphabetically, and probably always has, far as Dustin can tell  —  there’s an SH WAS HERE!! carved into his desk in that class. He puts his notebook over that one, sits on his hands to stop reaching. One afternoon, in December, Dustin and Erica work on their character sheets.
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#hullomoon podfics#dustin henderson#erica sinclair#stranger things
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Written for @stobinmonth and @corrodedcoffinfest.

It's Tradition

Stobin Month Prompt: Tradition & CCF Spring Break Prompt: Beach | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Robin | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Steddie | CW: Mentions of Recreation Drug/Alcohol Use, Steve's Neglectful Parents | Tags: Childhood Friends AU, Reuniting

It's tradition. The annual week-long Buckley family trip to the beach. A highlight of the year, until her parents made it clear they didn't want to go anymore.

All good things must come to an end. 

They just couldn't understand Robin didn't want to go somewhere new. That Robin didn't want it to end. That she needed to go to the same house, on the same beach, where she spent a week each year of her childhood. 

That she wanted to go where she last saw Steve. At least one more time.

Even though Steve hasn't been there the last six years her family visited, and she heard the Harrington house sold when his parents divorced. That's the gossip around this small coastal town, anyway.

Either way, the Harringtons are long gone, taking Steve with them.

But he was the best friend she's ever had, and turning up for a week every spring and getting to see him was a staple of her childhood.

So, with her summer job savings she rented the same house her family always did, and sits on the screened-in porch.

Harrington's old house definitely doesn't have Steve in it, instead a family with a bunch of little kids that are loving their time on the water. On the other side, there's a rowdy group, loud at all hours, but closer to her age. She watches them, trying to not be sad that this last attempt was a bust. 

One of the guys is currently swinging his girlfriend around in circles as she screams, delighted. Two others are making s'mores. And the long-haired one is running around in circles like a maniac. Harassing his friends on a loop. At least they're having fun. She's seen them drink, smoke weed, and poke at a bonfire.

#fic rec#i adore this#robin buckley#steve harrington#stranger things#queue to the moon
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[podfic] baby teeth

part four of eating in the underworld series

part of @podficbigbang

read by @hullomoon

written by @greatunironic

He’s upright, at least. Leaned up against something, head tipped back and sort of sitting, with his hands bound, and he almost wants to laugh, on account of how much it reminds him of that first November, handcuffed in the bowels of Hawkins National Lab and that white haired son of a bitch framed in the doorway. Jim squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head a bit, and opens them again, looking straight ahead then, and would you look at that, he thinks. This is the worst day. Across from him, Steve Harrington sits flanked by two Soviet soldiers, beefy mother fuckers too, and he looks exactly as terrible as when they went beneath Starcourt and Jim only had time to think, Kid, what the fuck, I’m putting your ass in a bubble after this, so not that much time has passed, he thinks, he hopes. He’s handcuffed too, hands in his lap, and he smirks at Jim, all teenaged boy bravado that he can see through in a heartbeat. “Hey, Chief,” says Harrington. Hopper, Steve, and the art of survival.
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#hullomoon podfics#jim hopper#steve harrington#stranger things
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