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Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

One Shots:

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

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There is a man in the woods behind Steve’s building.

At least, he thinks it’s a man.

He’s been there every night for the past two weeks. Watching and waiting. Only an outline, a shadow somehow in the dark night. Steve hoped rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and sliding on his glasses will help puzzle together the features of a man, but it’s a lost cause. He hopes blinking a few times, will make the nightmare fade away. It doesn’t.

There is a man in the woods, and each night Steve thinks he gets closer.

Tonight, the light from the street lamps that illuminate the sides of the building sprinkle around back, dips of soft light touching the tips of leaves, and the pale skin of a hand.

Steve thinks about going downstairs, knocking on his friendly neighbor’s door. Robin, he thinks her name is. He wonders if she’s seen the man in the woods. Maybe she will know what to do.

Steve sees the man’s hand twitch.

No, he won’t get Robin. It’s not that Steve doesn’t think she won’t believe him. He has a strange feeling she would believe him in an instant. No—Steve doesn’t want to risk dragging her into whatever mess awaits him. If she hasn’t seen, maybe it’s for the better.

Because there is a man in the woods, and he is the closest he’s ever been.

And Steve knows, as he sees the glimmer of a perfect white teeth, that the man brings nothing but pain.

There is a man in the woods behind Steve’s apartment. So he shuts the blinds, and goes to sleep.

Steve doesn’t know if it hopes he won’t return, or he’ll finally come through his unlocked window.

I wonder if you look both ways (when you cross my mind) will be updated this week, since i finally have some time off. <3

I turn 25 in a few hours…idk how to feel about that.

Steve Harrington is a gold jewelry man. I will be taking no questions at this time.

someone stop me, I have been fighting the urge to write a religious trauma steddie fic for weeks, specifically Steve having religious trauma. Someone stop me, the brain worms are rooted in my brain.

what's your steddie headcanon that you are just convinced is canon at this point?

Steve finds love in clean sheets.

He comes home on a Wednesday night to his, Robin’s, and Eddie’s apartment, exhausted. They are packed in like sardines in the place; Robin gets a room to herself, having the space to create her own identity. But Eddie and Steve share a room and do so without much complaint.

They both want her happy.

They are friends, so it’s normal to share a room. It’s probably less normal to share a bed—but the space is small and they have so many things, so sharing a full bed is easier than squeezing twins into corners.

Steve doesn’t mind it being so close to Eddie. Thinks he should be worried about that feeling, but finds he isn’t bothered at all.

Their habits rarely butt heads, their organization skills somehow meet in the middle, and Steve doesn’t care how Eddie decorates as long he’s okay with the nail bat placed under the bed.

The only thing that is a problem that really isn’t much of a problem, is the bed sheets. Sometimes, Eddie forgets, so Steve’s taken it upon himself to change them. It’s not that he doesn’t like the smell of Eddie that lingers. It smells of a home he didn’t know he had on a warm summer day.

But after work, especially on hard days, Steve likes to shower and bury himself beneath clean sheets. The cold, smooth texture rubbing against he legs, the fresh linen scent feeling up his nose.

Steve doesn’t think Eddie notices; he is almost positive, and even if he did, he wouldn’t bat an eye. So Steve changes his sheets every five days or so, more often than really necessary.

Until this Wednesday night.

Steve isn’t having a good day—in fact, he would categorize it as one of his worst yet. Work was hell, and nothing was going his way. Steve walks into the apartment to see Robin and Eddie on the couch, and all Steve wants is to shower and crawl into a clean bed.

The problem is, though—the day from hell has actually been the week from hell, and Steve realizes he hasn’t changed his sheets in a week.

Steve groans as he heads towards the shower, ignoring the curious look from his friends. He begrudgingly accepts his fate—a dirty bed in exchange for an early sleep. Steve bangs his head on the bathroom wall.

Steve exits, and moves to his room to throw on boxers and a tshirt he almost sure is Eddie’s.

Then, he lifts the blankets and snuggles inside only to realize—the sheets feel amazing. They feel clean.

Steve glances down at them, realizes they are the flower sheets Eddie hates—replacing the dark grey ones that had been there this morning.

Steve knows undoubtedly that Eddie is the one who changed them. Steve could write it off as Eddie finally remembering a chore, but he can’t lie to his heart.

It knows Eddie did this for him.

Steve lets out a huge sigh of relief as he sinks down into the clean sheets, the smell of linen wafted through the air with hints of Eddie’s cologne from his shirt.

Steve snuggles into the bed—taking Eddie’s pillow instead of his own, and falls asleep to the steady thought that Steve Harrington is in love with Eddie Munson.

It’s the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had.