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Don’t know wtf it means but just pointing out that in the new poster, Vecna only has one eye like Eddie said in his campaign…

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while snz is mostly (or entirely) for kink purposes for me, whump/hurt-comfort/general illness can also have a side I haven't seen talked about a lot

the side where you want it to happen to you, to get sick enough or wounded enough (whumped, emotionally or physically, but obviously) that people will care for you, comfort you~

an excuse to finally break down and let someone care for you, even though sometimes the fantasies still involve being tough, saying you're fine, fighting through it-

because part of the appeal is someone seeing through that, seeing you, and how sick/tired/hurt you are, and choosing to fight through your defenses and give you that comfort you crave~

and that can be a sexual thing for people too, but at least for me, it can also have no ties to anything kink/sexual at all, and instead just be a deep craving~

figured i'd throw that out there, see if anyone else relates at all~ or maybe just let that one person who feels it but thinks they're alone know that you're not the only one <3

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another prompt if ur interested: any Au Steve brings a cold to a weekend away at a cabin w Eddie robin and Nancy. He tries to keep his distance and take care of himself but Eddie can’t bare his boyfriend suffering alone. He insists on looking after him and resigns himself to that fact that he’s gonna catch this, which he promptly does

My lovely lovely anon🫶🏻

You’re in luck. I actually have a fic very similar to this already and you can find it here! It’s set in my Streamer AU and is a medium burn fic with accidental contagion amongst friends and I believe it (as always) starts with Steve as patient zero!

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Yeah so the trailer has me anxious af so between now and when I see F/antastic4 (Aug 2 or so) I will be actively filling prompts for S/teddie

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Okay WHO TF SAW THE TRAILER

Sound off in the comments or feel free to slide in my DM’s

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FYI - I have a running list of headcanons for R/red R/ichards and J/ohnny S/torm. Will update it again after seeing the film and will share with yall afterwards

Will def be taking fic and Drabble requests for them after I see the movie! 🩵4️⃣💙

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I am not ready for the ST teaser tomorrow wow

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If anyone wants to recommend or write some sick H/itch or R/eid, I would not complain

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Under Pressure

Summary: Rockstar AU Eddie comes back home annually to play at the fundraiser event for Munson’s Music Academy - a music program that Wayne started for low income youth in Hawkins. When Eddie has a fever one year, he asks Wayne to step in and help him out with the set - after all, he taught him everything he knows….

Word count: 1.7k

CW: mentions of abuse, implied murder, childhood trauma

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Wayne Munson took Eddie in when the boy was just 8 years old. With his mother dead and a father in prison, this kid needed all the love and reassurance he could get. Eddie was cautious at first, being seen but not heard. Wayne couldn’t blame him, not really - with a father like that, he had to be.

Before the incident, the Munson household was quiet. Very mentally unstimulating, half the neighbors hardly even knew a young boy lived there at first. But the Munson household was quiet until it wasn’t. There was yelling. There was screaming. There were sirens following the crash of porcelain or glass from the inside.

No one dared bat an eye for fear of being caught in the middle until they realized Eddie was living there too. His father hid the signs well and had barely been touched by the law until the fateful day they found the body of his wife, the young boy hiding just two rooms over.

Wayne jumped at the chance to raise Eddie, feeling he should be with family. Before the social worker came to inspect the trailer, the man had moved out of the master bedroom and set himself up on the pullout in the living room. The main bedroom was left with a new bed for his nephew.

For a few weeks after moving in, Wayne would catch Eddie staring at the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall of the trailer. One day, he finally decided to engage.

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?” He asked from the doorway.

The young boy jumped back, not realizing he was being watched. “I was just looking, I swear! I didn’t touch it.”

Wayne’s heart ached, seeing the boy recoil - learned behavior from a lifetime of abuse.

“Would you like to? I mean… would you like to learn to play? I can teach you.”

There was a long pause between them before the boy nodded and met Wayne’s gaze with his big brown eyes.

“Alright then.” Wayne smiled, grabbing it off the hook. “Come sit.”

That night he gave Eddie his very first guitar lesson. Just a month or two later and he was already able to play his first song.

Eddie got his very own acoustic guitar for his ninth birthday. He spent that year playing songs with Wayne in their living room or occasionally around the fire in the front if it was a nice evening.

It was his tenth birthday - the big one-oh - that he got his first electric guitar from Wayne. “Thought you might want to play something a bit cooler than your old man.”

“I love it, Uncle Wayne. Thank you.”

Middle school was when he formed his band, and only a few years post-college was when Corroded Coffin made it big.

Eddie’s said it in interviews many a time, but he definitely owes part of his success to his uncle, without whom he wouldn’t have grown up with music in his life as an outlet.

When Eddie moved out for college, Wayne felt he was left a bit without a purpose. An empty nester through and through. What with touring and everything, he sometimes felt like he saw Eddie more on tv than in real life. That wasn’t Eddie’s fault of course, but it was an unfortunate fact of reality. They really only saw each other for birthdays, part of summer, hometown shows, and Christmas.

And Wayne’s annual fundraiser concert. With Eddie moved out, he had started a music program in Hawkins for underprivileged youth. Anyone who couldn’t afford lessons, who came from a broken home, anyone who felt out of place could find a home here. At Munson’s Music Academy. Once a year, Eddie would drive out and sing a few songs at a local bar and grill to raise money for the kids’ program.

The event was already a hit, but nobody could object that having a rockstar in the flesh definitely brought in a bigger crowd.

It’s November, and a crisp November at that. Wayne is outside sweeping the fall leaves off of the trailer’s front porch when the familiar van pulls up. The driver and the passenger wave as the van parks out front.

Steve hopped out of the passenger side and smiled, giving Wayne a hug. As he was embracing with his partners uncle, he whispered, “Fair warning, he’s-”

“Uncle Wayne!” The 29 year old rasped, clearing his throat.

Wayne pulled away from Steve and went in for a hug with his nephew, taken aback by the heat radiating off him.

“You boys drive over with the heat blasting or something?” He chuckled, glancing at Steve who shot him a knowing look.

“ii’TSCH! Tsch’uh! … H’etCHiew!” Eddie shook his head and sniffled, hand to his chest, “ugh, excuse me!”

“Edward Munson!” Wayne scolded, “Why’d you come all the way out here if you’re sick.”

“I’m not- it’s just a cold.” Eddie blushed, embarrassed to be found out so quickly.

His uncle held a gruff hand to the back of his forehead. “It’s a fever is what it is. C’mon, get inside.”

***

Eddie had been lying on the couch with a cool cloth on his forehead. Steve was sitting on the armrest at Eddie’s feet and Wayne was sitting on his bed across from them.

“How long have you been feeling like this, son?”

“Oh I dunno. A day or two. What say you, Stevie?”

“Uh yeah.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “Only a few days. He’s been resting, though!”

The man glanced at the clock and went back to his nephew. “Do you still wanna do this, Ed? We can reschedule.”

“No no no, I’m already here. Let’s raise some money for these kids, yeah?” He sat up and placed the cloth on the table.

Steve and Wayne started until Eddie spoke again. “I’m serious. I’m fine. Let’s go.”

Everyone following behind him, they headed out to the bar and grill.

***

Eddie liked to go to these things early so he wouldn’t have eyes on him when he arrived. Gave him a chance to set up and get into the right headspace before a show, especially an intimate one like this for a good cause.

There was a barstool and microphone at the front with two of his acoustic guitars on their stands. The lighting was dimmer in the dining area so that the stage could be ever so slightly illuminated.

Eddie beamed as people started flooding in as it got closer to the event start. Kids from the music academy, their parents, people from town - and out of town. Eddie mingled as best he could, waving or giving out fist bumps until it was time.

Wayne approached the mic first to speak.

“Hey everyone, thanks for coming out. This is our 3rd annual fundraiser for the Munson Music Academy. We’re raising money tonight to help pay for some lessons for these kiddos here. I’m happy to announce that once again, my nephew Eddie is joining us. You may know him from a little band called Corroded Coffin.”

The guests clapped, some of the kids yelling words of love for Eddie.

The long haired man waved and leaned into his mic, “Thanks again for having me, I’m looking forward to a chill evening with you all.”

With that, he picked up one of his acoustic guitars and sat back down, launching into one of his songs.

***

After playing about 6 songs, he smiled and leaned into the mic again. “Thanks so much guys, I’m going to take a quick break.”

The audience clapped and went back to their meals while Eddie walked over to Steve at the bar. He let his shoulders slump just a little and ran a hand through his hair, sighing a little.

“Can I get you anything Mr.Munson?” The bartender asked.

“Eddie, please. Mr.Munson is my uncle.” Eddie laughed, “Could I just get an ice water?”

Steve tilted his head and cupped Eddie’s cheek. “How’re you feeling?”

“Fine!” He tried. When it came out strained, he sighed again. “Pretty rough. Think the fevers spiking.”

The bartender came back with his ice water right as Wayne walked up, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hanging in there, kid?”

“Eh, kind of.”

“He thinks his fever’s back.” Steve added.

“I’m okay. Do you think you could back me up this next half?”

Wayne was both honored and shocked. It had been a while since he’d gotten to play with Eddie, certainly not in front of a crowd.

“Of course I will.”

Eddie took a sip of his water and brought it back with him to the stage, Wayne following.

“Hi everyone, thank you so much for coming out tonight. My uncle Wayne took me in and looked after me when I was just 8 years old. Twenty and some years later and he’s still doing it. I’m losing a fight against a fever right now, but since Uncle Wayne taught me everything I know, we’ll both be in his more than capable hands.”

“And this is a real treat,” Eddie continued as Wayne picked up the guitar, “We usually only play together at family Christmases, so you’re really getting something special.”

Wayne had admitted to Eddie two years ago that he had learned all of Eddie’s songs on guitar because it made him feel closer to his nephew when he was touring, and thank god that he did because now here he was playing an acoustic set on stage with his boy.

He plucked the strings, playing the gentle opening of Midnight Masochist. Eddie tapped his foot along and smiled at Wayne, nodding before picking up the microphone and singing gently.

The next few songs went well. Wayne and Eddie’s connection musically was undeniable. After the show, Eddie mingled briefly, shaking hands with a few donors and receiving compliments about his voice and his successes.

“I can wrap up here, Ed. Why don’t you and Steve head back to the trailer and get some rest. Bed is made up for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that, that’s your bed now.”

“Eddie I done slept on that pullout for 18 years, I think I can handle one more night. There’s some Tylenol in the cabinet-”

“Where it always is.” Eddie chuckled as he finished the sentence. “Thanks Uncle Wayne. And thanks for backing me up out there.”

The old man smiled, “It was my pleasure.”

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Under Pressure

Summary: Rockstar AU Eddie comes back home annually to play at the fundraiser event for Munson’s Music Academy - a music program that Wayne started for low income youth in Hawkins. When Eddie has a fever one year, he asks Wayne to step in and help him out with the set - after all, he taught him everything he knows….

Word count: 1.7k

CW: mentions of abuse, implied murder, childhood trauma

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Wayne Munson took Eddie in when the boy was just 8 years old. With his mother dead and a father in prison, this kid needed all the love and reassurance he could get. Eddie was cautious at first, being seen but not heard. Wayne couldn’t blame him, not really - with a father like that, he had to be.

Before the incident, the Munson household was quiet. Very mentally unstimulating, half the neighbors hardly even knew a young boy lived there at first. But the Munson household was quiet until it wasn’t. There was yelling. There was screaming. There were sirens following the crash of porcelain or glass from the inside.

No one dared bat an eye for fear of being caught in the middle until they realized Eddie was living there too. His father hid the signs well and had barely been touched by the law until the fateful day they found the body of his wife, the young boy hiding just two rooms over.

Wayne jumped at the chance to raise Eddie, feeling he should be with family. Before the social worker came to inspect the trailer, the man had moved out of the master bedroom and set himself up on the pullout in the living room. The main bedroom was left with a new bed for his nephew.

For a few weeks after moving in, Wayne would catch Eddie staring at the acoustic guitar hanging on the wall of the trailer. One day, he finally decided to engage.

“She’s a beauty isn’t she?” He asked from the doorway.

The young boy jumped back, not realizing he was being watched. “I was just looking, I swear! I didn’t touch it.”

Wayne’s heart ached, seeing the boy recoil - learned behavior from a lifetime of abuse.

“Would you like to? I mean… would you like to learn to play? I can teach you.”

There was a long pause between them before the boy nodded and met Wayne’s gaze with his big brown eyes.

“Alright then.” Wayne smiled, grabbing it off the hook. “Come sit.”

That night he gave Eddie his very first guitar lesson. Just a month or two later and he was already able to play his first song.

Eddie got his very own acoustic guitar for his ninth birthday. He spent that year playing songs with Wayne in their living room or occasionally around the fire in the front if it was a nice evening.

It was his tenth birthday - the big one-oh - that he got his first electric guitar from Wayne. “Thought you might want to play something a bit cooler than your old man.”

“I love it, Uncle Wayne. Thank you.”

Middle school was when he formed his band, and only a few years post-college was when Corroded Coffin made it big.

Eddie’s said it in interviews many a time, but he definitely owes part of his success to his uncle, without whom he wouldn’t have grown up with music in his life as an outlet.

When Eddie moved out for college, Wayne felt he was left a bit without a purpose. An empty nester through and through. What with touring and everything, he sometimes felt like he saw Eddie more on tv than in real life. That wasn’t Eddie’s fault of course, but it was an unfortunate fact of reality. They really only saw each other for birthdays, part of summer, hometown shows, and Christmas.

And Wayne’s annual fundraiser concert. With Eddie moved out, he had started a music program in Hawkins for underprivileged youth. Anyone who couldn’t afford lessons, who came from a broken home, anyone who felt out of place could find a home here. At Munson’s Music Academy. Once a year, Eddie would drive out and sing a few songs at a local bar and grill to raise money for the kids’ program.

The event was already a hit, but nobody could object that having a rockstar in the flesh definitely brought in a bigger crowd.

It’s November, and a crisp November at that. Wayne is outside sweeping the fall leaves off of the trailer’s front porch when the familiar van pulls up. The driver and the passenger wave as the van parks out front.

Steve hopped out of the passenger side and smiled, giving Wayne a hug. As he was embracing with his partners uncle, he whispered, “Fair warning, he’s-”

“Uncle Wayne!” The 29 year old rasped, clearing his throat.

Wayne pulled away from Steve and went in for a hug with his nephew, taken aback by the heat radiating off him.

“You boys drive over with the heat blasting or something?” He chuckled, glancing at Steve who shot him a knowing look.

“ii’TSCH! Tsch’uh! … H’etCHiew!” Eddie shook his head and sniffled, hand to his chest, “ugh, excuse me!”

“Edward Munson!” Wayne scolded, “Why’d you come all the way out here if you’re sick.”

“I’m not- it’s just a cold.” Eddie blushed, embarrassed to be found out so quickly.

His uncle held a gruff hand to the back of his forehead. “It’s a fever is what it is. C’mon, get inside.”

***

Eddie had been lying on the couch with a cool cloth on his forehead. Steve was sitting on the armrest at Eddie’s feet and Wayne was sitting on his bed across from them.

“How long have you been feeling like this, son?”

“Oh I dunno. A day or two. What say you, Stevie?”

“Uh yeah.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “Only a few days. He’s been resting, though!”

The man glanced at the clock and went back to his nephew. “Do you still wanna do this, Ed? We can reschedule.”

“No no no, I’m already here. Let’s raise some money for these kids, yeah?” He sat up and placed the cloth on the table.

Steve and Wayne started until Eddie spoke again. “I’m serious. I’m fine. Let’s go.”

Everyone following behind him, they headed out to the bar and grill.

***

Eddie liked to go to these things early so he wouldn’t have eyes on him when he arrived. Gave him a chance to set up and get into the right headspace before a show, especially an intimate one like this for a good cause.

There was a barstool and microphone at the front with two of his acoustic guitars on their stands. The lighting was dimmer in the dining area so that the stage could be ever so slightly illuminated.

Eddie beamed as people started flooding in as it got closer to the event start. Kids from the music academy, their parents, people from town - and out of town. Eddie mingled as best he could, waving or giving out fist bumps until it was time.

Wayne approached the mic first to speak.

“Hey everyone, thanks for coming out. This is our 3rd annual fundraiser for the Munson Music Academy. We’re raising money tonight to help pay for some lessons for these kiddos here. I’m happy to announce that once again, my nephew Eddie is joining us. You may know him from a little band called Corroded Coffin.”

The guests clapped, some of the kids yelling words of love for Eddie.

The long haired man waved and leaned into his mic, “Thanks again for having me, I’m looking forward to a chill evening with you all.”

With that, he picked up one of his acoustic guitars and sat back down, launching into one of his songs.

***

After playing about 6 songs, he smiled and leaned into the mic again. “Thanks so much guys, I’m going to take a quick break.”

The audience clapped and went back to their meals while Eddie walked over to Steve at the bar. He let his shoulders slump just a little and ran a hand through his hair, sighing a little.

“Can I get you anything Mr.Munson?” The bartender asked.

“Eddie, please. Mr.Munson is my uncle.” Eddie laughed, “Could I just get an ice water?”

Steve tilted his head and cupped Eddie’s cheek. “How’re you feeling?”

“Fine!” He tried. When it came out strained, he sighed again. “Pretty rough. Think the fevers spiking.”

The bartender came back with his ice water right as Wayne walked up, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hanging in there, kid?”

“Eh, kind of.”

“He thinks his fever’s back.” Steve added.

“I’m okay. Do you think you could back me up this next half?”

Wayne was both honored and shocked. It had been a while since he’d gotten to play with Eddie, certainly not in front of a crowd.

“Of course I will.”

Eddie took a sip of his water and brought it back with him to the stage, Wayne following.

“Hi everyone, thank you so much for coming out tonight. My uncle Wayne took me in and looked after me when I was just 8 years old. Twenty and some years later and he’s still doing it. I’m losing a fight against a fever right now, but since Uncle Wayne taught me everything I know, we’ll both be in his more than capable hands.”

“And this is a real treat,” Eddie continued as Wayne picked up the guitar, “We usually only play together at family Christmases, so you’re really getting something special.”

Wayne had admitted to Eddie two years ago that he had learned all of Eddie’s songs on guitar because it made him feel closer to his nephew when he was touring, and thank god that he did because now here he was playing an acoustic set on stage with his boy.

He plucked the strings, playing the gentle opening of Midnight Masochist. Eddie tapped his foot along and smiled at Wayne, nodding before picking up the microphone and singing gently.

The next few songs went well. Wayne and Eddie’s connection musically was undeniable. After the show, Eddie mingled briefly, shaking hands with a few donors and receiving compliments about his voice and his successes.

“I can wrap up here, Ed. Why don’t you and Steve head back to the trailer and get some rest. Bed is made up for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that, that’s your bed now.”

“Eddie I done slept on that pullout for 18 years, I think I can handle one more night. There’s some Tylenol in the cabinet-”

“Where it always is.” Eddie chuckled as he finished the sentence. “Thanks Uncle Wayne. And thanks for backing me up out there.”

The old man smiled, “It was my pleasure.”

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I’m sorry for disappearing for literal months and then coming back to dump an absurd amount of fic for the characters I discovered in my absence

It will happen again

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One thing about the flu is that it worsens fast. I'm talking actual influenza, not the colloquial 'stomach flu' which has nothing to do with influenza. A character can go to bed almost perfectly fine and wake up a few hours later at hospital levels of bad. They can be dying before they even know what hit them.

I'm especially thinking of a whumpee coming home from a trip exhausted and kind of run down but their partner just chalking it up to travelling or maybe stress as they go to bed. Only, the next morning, Whumpee has a horrendous fever and they have such a bad cough their chest sounds like it's crunching as they cough.

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Fuck the way I wanna write MASH too god damn

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The people have spoken 🙌🏼 some soft Eddie coming to you v soon

I have a very whumpy B/ob slow burn fic in the works

As well as a Rockstar AU soft fic in the works.

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I have a very whumpy B/ob slow burn fic in the works

As well as a Rockstar AU soft fic in the works.

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So on a lighter note if anyone has any soft S/teddie or B/ob prompts for this weekend, I am hoping to get to my inbox 🥺

Steddie can be for any of my AU’s. Bob rn I’m just doing canon (the Kb version)

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Thunderbolts* (2025): "I'm fine."