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strawberryspence · 1 year

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this one's for my cassie banana (@henderdads) who wanted a HAPPY grammy related ficlet. but because i wrote it, of course there's going to be a tiniest hint of angst. 🙄 ily and i hope this satisfies ur craving 💗🌷🏆

As a gay, rock star in the late 90's, Eddie's had to keep his and Steve's relationship under the wraps. He's had to sing songs and change the pronouns from he to she.

In his heart, he knows Steve doesn't mind, knows that he understands that this is the life his boyfriend chose. But Eddie hates it, hates that he can't scream on top of his lungs, on top of the highest mountains, that he loves Steve Harrington and he, miraculously, loves him back.

As Eddie stares at the wall of awards in front of him, he thinks— knows— that not one of these gold, silver, bronze awards mean as much as Steve means to him. No award is as important as the love of his life.

People still remember the Grammy Awards on 2001. No, it's not because of the famous singers. No, it's not because of the performances. No, it's not because of their outfits.

It's because the singer-songwriter of rock band, Corroded Coffin, won their fifth grammy award and what they thought was a normal award speech would change the course of the industry.

Eddie walks up alone, accepts the award and smiles.

"Well, the band— Gareth, Jeff and Grant— has trusted me enough to do this speech without fucking it up." He laughs as he hugs the award closer to his chest.

"Thank you to the recording academy, our managers and our label, for the last 10 years. The last 10 years has been crazy and amazing and surreal. But just this morning," Eddie takes a deep breath, "We— Me and the members of the Corroded Coffin— has decided to move labels. Somewhere we'll be free to express ourselves and be out true colorful selves."

"So yeah, thank you for them and the chance. But this award," Eddie holds it up, "Is for every gay kid who was scared and who thought they were alone. It's for every gay kid who thought they will never, ever get to express themselves and thought they'll have to hide forever."

The audience starts cheering, people clapping and standing as Eddie smiles, bulldozes on, "This grammy is for little Eddie Munson, Gareth Emerson, Jeff Best and Paul Grant. Four gay kids, in the middle of Hawkins, Indiana, just finding each other. We're Corroded Coffin and we're the proof that you could also be free and true to yourself."

"To my boyfriend. Yes, my boyfriend. Every she in every song I wrote was originally an he. Every word and tune was meant to be for you. Sweetheart, baby, you are my whole heart. Steve Harrington, I fucking love you. This fucking grammy is for you."

He holds up the award as he starts walking back to the back of the stage. The people in the crowd give him a standing ovation.

Somewhere in New York, there's a boy, who once survived death himself, smiling and beaming so hard it hurts his jaw. He'll call Eddie later, and thank him for what he's done for people like them. He'll sleep peacefully, knowing that a few kids will sleep better tonight, knowing that everything is going to be okay.

Somewhere in LA, there's a girl, sitting on the couch with a cold champagne and confetti in her hands, waiting for Eddie and Steve to come home. She'll kiss both their cheeks, happy to have them both home. They'll drink, cheer and celebrate being out to the whole world.

But before that, just behind the curtains, a man is waiting for him, with the biggest smile on his face and tears streaming down his face.

Eddie greets him with a smile, and an earth shattering kiss on the lips.

"I am proud of you." Steve says, and Eddie melts in his touch.

"I can sing with boy pronouns now. I am going to be so insufferable." Eddie laughs.

"You go do that, be what the world needs." Steve laughs, hooking his arms with his boyfriend, walking deeper in to backstage.

"What about what you need?" Eddie asks, looking at the man beside him, the one who saved him and who's still saving him.

Steve smiles, holding Eddie's free hand and intertwining it. There's people walking around them, but they're in their own little world. For the first time, they're not hiding.

Steve holds up Eddie's hand, "I've got everything I need right here."

#famous eddie munson my beloved #i hope u love this cass #or ill post the sad one #wooooo 👻#daeheadcanons #dae writes #steddie #steddie headcanon #famous eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie hc

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 6 months

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Happy Halloween 🎃 🥰😤🧛‍♂️🤠

#woOoOo nothing spookier than long neglected mental health care 👻#please laugh I think this is so fucking funny #depression #happy halloween

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utas-faerie-gf · 7 months

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I’m not dead 🪭

But I am *goes limp*

#wooooo im a ghost 👻

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grape-souffle · 4 months

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Also here's a lil wip since I've been too busy to draw recently:

In case you can't decipher my sketch writing: B is asking who's femur that is, to which Stoli simply says "guess"

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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Okay but re: dreams story about waking up bruised can we have a dream imagine where he gets in a fight or something and comes home to reader and he's all beat up so they have to take care of him? I don't know if that's not okay I understand :) 👻

Ok I’ve literally been freaking out about this ask since the first time I read it today! I literally love this so so so much and I’m gonna work sooooooooooo hard on this!

HUGE TW: fights, blood, wounds

Someone had been talking shit, they had been talking shit about you. Clay could not let that stand, he couldn’t just watch as people slandered your name. So he said something, the other man threw a punch, so then Dream did the same. They went back and forth until the other guy fell and his friends dragged him away. Dream drove himself home with blood dripping from his nose, his lip, his cheekbone, his arm, and his collar. He got home, stumbled through the door and called out your name. You rushed into the living room after hearing his scratched voice. “Clay, Clay oh my god what happened? Hey hey, what happened baby?” You ran to his arms and sat him down on the floor against the wall. “Got into a fight” the words where slurred and hard to hear but you still understood. “Over what? With who? What happened?” You held onto his face. “Don’t worry love, just know I won” he chuckled a bit and you sighed. “Clay you know damn well I can’t just ‘not worry’” he smiled. “Yea but it was worth a shot” you nodded your head, “I guess it was huh. Clay, darling, I’m gonna go get some first aid supplies, you stay here yea?” He nodded at you slightly. You rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. You got back and sat down with the kit and opened it. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol from the plastic container. “Ok love, this is gonna hurt, but it’ll be ok, I promise you will be ok” you held his hand and put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad. When you dabbed the cotton pads on his face wounds he winced hard. “I know, I know, I’ve got you, you’re almost done” you took the cotton pad off the last cut and quickly grabbed band-aids to put on the clean cuts. “Good job baby, good job” he weakly smiled and you kissed the top of his head. “Am I done?” His voice sounded shattered and it broke your heart. “Not yet honey, I have to clean up your arm and your neck ok?” He winced at the statement. You grabbed another cotton pad and put rubbing alcohol on it. “Ok, I’m gonna clean up your neck, ok?” You put the cotton pad on his neck and he winced. You took off the cotton pad off and put a bandage on it. “Good job baby, good job just one more my love, god I’m so proud of you, you’re doing so good.” You got another cotton pad and did the same thing you’ve been doing and got the same results as before, but now it was over. “Good job Clay, you did so good” he smiled weakly and you kissed his cheek. “Let’s go to bed” he asked you and you nodded your head and helped him stand up. When the two of you got in bed, all of the stress from when he walked into the door and now the both of you where together and everything was ok.

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WOOOOO I SPENT AN HOUR AND A HALF WRITING THIS

Also @zooone because they where one of the people I flipped out about this amazing ask to!!!!

#dsmp #toad’s anons #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #trigger warning #writing #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x you #dream x reader #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken

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fintan-pyren · 11 months

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WoOoOo SCARY TRANSGENDERISM 🏳‍⚧😈👻

AHHHHHH 😱😱😱

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mxtxkinfessions · 3 months

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I did see it! I’d buy it if I had the space, but sadly I do not. In any case, I feel rather strange about my eye. Of course I am glad I have my eye, but it is just. Hm. Huh. Sometimes I reach up and just poke at the area around it, because it’s kind of strange, in a way. Heavy Hua Cheng shifts are weird like that, I guess. This is my first kinfession in a Hua Cheng Shift where I haven’t mentioned gege I think, Woops, Let me fix that very quickly.

WOOOOO HUSBAND WOOOOOO WOOOO

That’s all, I think.

Regards,

✈️🍜

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#life confession #yeah! i know exactly what this is like bc i also. have had things missing #or things i no longer have #tgcf kin #hua cheng kin #character love #✈️🍜#emoji choice... Bc ghost king.......

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felizusnavidad · 4 months

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ghost blog lol 🤪👻

cause, you know, i just wanna be a ghost and go WOOOOO all night long 👻

#it's just me being in my ghost quartet era #sorry #👻👻👻👻#i saved every letter you wrote me*

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brianwashere · 2 years

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Master list wooooo

Here we are finally.

Edit: yes I know the gifs and links are fucked pls give me grace 😭 if you have a fic you wanna read dm me and I’ll send it

Update abt this acc!

Rules and Fandoms and stuff. Read before requesting.

**DO NOT FOR ANY REASON POST MY FANFICS ON ANY SITE WITHOUT CONSULTING ME FIRST**

Spam welcome!

Fandoms I have written for already

**just because the fandom is not on here does NOT mean that I won’t write for them. I enjoy new fandoms and characters just as much. I promise.**

🦯Daredevil🦯

⚡️DC⚡️

🕷️🕸️ATSV🕸️🕷️

🌫Marvel🌫

🌟Stranger Things🌟

🥄MCYT🥄

👻Ghost files👻

🛰️Tranformers🛰️

💣COD (the babygirlification of military propaganda)💣

🧪HLVRAI🧪

#masterlist #Brian’s masterlist #fanfic #fanfic writing #male reader

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taciturnraccoon · 8 months

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WoooOooo haPpy RObot coupleeeee…

WooOOOooOoo… so SCARY Woooooooo

WOoooo scary scAry domestic love… bad for tik tok boy very scary for Liam

WOOOOOO THE UNNECESSARY INSULTS TOWARDS ARTIST AREN’T EFFECTIVE👻

😂😂😂

#anon #asks #he wanted me to fight w him so bad

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spongebob-connoisseur · 2 years

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To be fair, Doug Lawrence is really cute and needs to be crushed on more

FOUND ONE

Jk jk y'all can simp for him. I don't think he can age anyways. Even tho hes probably the same age as your parents. He's like a vampire wooooo 👻 not as glamorous as the movies but I know y'all would take what you can get.

I wonder if he's aware of his fangirls tho? Does he know? I've seen folks simp for him on discord and it's kinda down bad so you're not alone!

Maybe somewhere out there he's reading this and he's getting a good chuckle from it.

#I'm not gonna simp for someone who's the exact same age as my mom #Idc idc #Doug Lawrence #Plankton #the spongebob connoisseur

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strawberryspence · 11 months

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i will never let you fall, i'll stand up with you forever

if this makes anyone cry, please don't blame me. someone 👀 gave me this idea... ( @thefreakandthehair / @henderdads )

Eddie loves visiting the beach.

He has gone to two in his life. However, he always longed to go visit more, to pick one too many seashells and collect them all, to play in the water and bask in the warmth it brings. He has been to lakes, lots of them. However, growing up in Indiana doesn’t really entail a lot of beach days.

The sun passes through his skin, warmth and gold against him. There’s a lovely breeze sifting through his hair, intertwining him to the wind. The sand is soft on his toes, the feeling barely even there.

Arwen laughs as the sand washes on her toes, like Mother Nature herself tickling her with her kindness. Eddie watches her carefully, as she giggles and splashes at the water. A turtle comes up to the shore, making her yelp in excitement. It’s crazy how much she’s grown in the last few years, it’s like watching album pages being flipped in haste.

There’s soft snoring beside him, making Eddie turn. Steve’s eyes are closed, his chest humming with every snore. His hair sweeps against the wind, his freckles illuminated by the sun. He’s gotten old, wrinkles and glasses permanent in his face. Eddie doesn’t really care. He’s always been Eddie’s golden boy, he always will be.

He’s clutching a book about parenting, but Eddie doesn’t think he needs it. Arwen’s growing up perfectly and Steve’s doing great.

From a far, Eddie can see Nancy and Robin laughing at the fruit stand. So much time has passed now that they’re holding hands in public and no one bats an eye. They deserve it, he thinks. The happiness and pride radiating from them.

He turns his attention back to Arwen, his heart dropping when he sees her in the ocean, wading through the waves. She’s barely seven, the water stops just above her chest even if she’s still close the shore.

“Steve! Wake up!” Eddie tries to shake him awake, but Steve stays asleep, batting his hands away.

Eddie turns to Robin and Nancy, but they’re too far. He sighs, taking off his shoes, not that it matters. He rushes to the ocean and calling out to her, “Arwen! Come back!”

Arwen turns to him, familiarity shining through her eyes, something that still makes his heart stutter, “Eddie! Come swim!”

Eddie holds out his hand, “I know, honey! But you have to go back to the shore!”

She pouts, “But the turtle!”

“Ask Stevie for one, but we have to go!” Eddie pushes, as he feels the water pulsating around him. He looks around the water, surprised to see that people have run away. There’s something wrong.

“There’s a kid!” Someone shouts from the crowd, “A wave is coming!”

“Eddie! What’s wrong?!” Arwen shrieks when the water sways against them, fear evident in her eyes.

“There’s a wave coming. Hold my hand, honey. Come on. It’s going to be okay.” Arwen nods at him, wadding closer to him and trying to clutch his hands.

“I can’t!” She panics, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“It’s okay, honey. I got you!” Eddie catches her in his arms, concentrating all his power in protecting her. The wave surges forward.

“ARWEN!” Steve shouts from the shoreline and before Eddie can even look back, the wave sweeps them away into it’s hands.

Eddie’s not really sure how he does it, how he holds unto Arwen and brings her back to the shore. It’s the same adrenaline he felt when he had to dive through Lover’s Lake, following three people he barely know.

Steve runs through the crowd, Nancy and Robin right next to him.

“Come on, honey. You’re okay. You’re okay!” Eddie says, his hair dripping with water. He presses on Arwen’s chest. She coughs water out, bleary eyes opening and looking around.

“Oh thank God.” Eddie sighs, as Steve takes his daughter in his arms.

Steve’s shaking hard, and Eddie fights the urge to reach out, “Oh my god, you scared us.”

“I am okay, dad. I am okay.” Arwen reassures, clinging unto her father’s neck.

Robin wraps a towel on her as the people finally disperse as the commotion dies down, Nancy running a comforting hand against her back.

“Don’t ever do that to us again!” Steve wails pulling her away and brushing his hand through her wet hair, “Does anything hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor?”

Arwen shakes her head, smiling widely at her father, like she hasn't almost drowned minutes ago, "It’s okay! Eddie was with me!”

Steve freezes as Robin audibly gasps, her hand immediately clutching Steve’s shoulders.

Nancy’s mouth opening wide in shock, asking, “Who?”

Arwen, unaware of the tension she has caused, squeals, “Eddie! You know Eddie! My friend! He's always on the beach! He held on to me and brought me back.”

"Is that the reason you keep on wanting to go to beaches?" Robin asks, her own voice quivering.

"Yes! He's only on the beaches! He never goes away!"

“Peanut,” Nancy says softly, “What does Eddie look like?”

“Well,” Arwen looks at him, but he’s not far enough for it be apparent that she’s looking at someone not there, “He’s always wearing a shirt with a skull, like the one Uncle Dustin wears. He has long curly hair and he has pretty eyes.”

Eddie watches as the look on Steve’s face crumbles. It’s like watching his heart break into pieces right in front of his eyes. There has been so many handful moments that Eddie has seen Steve look like this because of him.

From the time Eddie pushed Steve out of the way, from when they were trying to revive him after their fifth and last go with the Upside Down, to the time they were burying him, to the time Steve went to what should’ve been their first date.

“Is he here? Is Eddie here?” Steve asks, sounding so broken and so young. Like it hasn't been twenty years since Eddie Munson died.

Arwen blinks at him, ready to say yes before Eddie jumps, pursing his lips, his dimples dipping, “Honey, don’t say I am here. Tell them I am not here. Please.”

Arwen’s brows furrow in confusion, but she shakes her head, “Eddie’s not here.”

Steve opens his mouth, but no words come out. “Are you sure?” Robin asks for him instead.

“He’s not here.” Arwen purses her lips, her dimples dipping and damn, that’s her lying tell.

Steve sees this almost immediately, recognition flooding in his features. He moves forward to kiss her forehead, “Okay, bean. I believe you. Can you do me a favor?” Arwen nods.

“The next time Eddie comes and shows up, can you tell him something?”

Arwen lets her eyes stray back to Eddie before looking back to her dad, “Sure, dad.”

“Tell him Stevie says thank you for saving his bean.” Steve chokes, but he pokes her stomach to make her giggle, “Tell him that I miss him everyday and I am glad that he’s around. Our metal guardian angel.”

Eddie holds up a hand on his mouth, turning away so Arwen won’t see his tears. He wipes it off, trying to get a hold of himself.

“Eddie says that!” Arwen exclaims in recognition, “He said he was my guardian angel, but he’s my friend.”

“That’s right, bean.” Steve approves, “That’s right.”

“Come on,” Robin pushes, knowing what her best friend needs right now, “I got you some pineapple juice!”

Arwen giggles as Robin and Nancy carry her off, swinging her between their arms. Steve stands still, his arms wrapping around himself as he watches the ocean and sun dance together.

“Eddie.” Steve blurts into the wind, making Eddie turn to him, “I know you’re here.”

Eddie laughs, his vision blurry with his own tears, “I am always here, sweetheart.”

He walks closer to him, watching the tears stream down Steve’s eyes. Eddie tries to wipe them away, his hands going through him.

“I did great, didn’t I?” Steve asks, making Eddie nod, “I am glad you’re here to watch her grow.”

Steve lets his eyes roam around the shore. For a moment— just a split moment— his eyes makes contact with Eddie’s. It fleets away soon after.

“I want to be around for Arwen as much as I can, but when I am ready, when it’s time…” Steve trails, letting his eyes flutter shut almost as if he can feel Eddie’s touch, “Please be there.”

Eddie smiles, “I’ll be there, Stevie.”

Arwen calls out, “Dad! Look at this seashell Auntie Robin got me! It has eyes!”

Steve wipes his tears, smiling at his daughter, “Give me a second, bean!”

“See you later, Eddie.” Steve whispers into the wind, before he starts walking back to his daughter.

Eddie watches from a far, watching as Steve throws Arwen into the air causing another burst of giggles. Nancy and Robin chuckling as they watch the father-daughter duo.

“See you later, Stevie.”

Arwen waves at Eddie, watching her friend slowly dissipate with the wind, like he's going home to the skies and ocean. The ocean is blue and bright, the sky beaming as it meets the ocean halfway.

She smiles. It's okay.

Eddie's never really gone. Not as long as Arwen visits beaches.

Luckily, Arwen loves visiting the beach.

#AHA #heavily inspired by your guardian angel by red jumpsuit apparatus #lex gave me this idea in their words 'i fear i poked the hornets nest'#this is the hornets nest #have fun #wooooo 👻#GHOST EDDIE #tw mcd #tw ghosts #tw slight drowning #steddie #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanons #steddie fanfics #daeheadcanons

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