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Loved working with @gotlostlosingsleep on this project for the @steddiebang2024 !!

After a brief delay I'm happy to finally post this piece, made for @biclarity 's 2024 big bang fic, thank you to her for swooping in to collaborate with me <3

Her work can be found here:

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So excited for this project!! 🥳

if darkness knows you well

Posting on October 30, 2024

Author: @biclarity | Artist: @gotlostlosingsleep

↳ Keep reading below for a sneak peek:

Within the woods, shrouded by twisted and gnarled branches, Eddie hears the saccharine call that ricochets off each tree and straight into his ears. When it had started, it was whispers that stroked at his cheeks, but now it howls desperately, for what? Eddie can only hope to know, and he can only hope that it’s not intended for him.

Eddie attempts to ignore the distant, detached voice as he plucks away at his guitar strings. Frustration stirs in his very soul when the calls synchronize with the strumming rather than come to a halt. Eddie can no longer dismiss the reality in which the beckoning melody is intended for him as it whistles through his hair and hisses across the frets under his touch.

Despite the misleading echoes, Eddie knows where the tune is coming from. It pulls at his rigid core and rakes against his bones until they ache. The lure is impossible to brush aside any longer, so with his guitar abandoned against a well-used stump-turned seat, Eddie heads toward the call.

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Welcome to the Steddie Big Bang 2024! This is our backup blog, as we woke up to find our beloved original blog completely gone with no rhyme or reason. We've contacted support and hope to regain access, but given that our posting season starts tomorrow, there's no time to wait.

We will be working to reblog all of the teaser posts we can find, and get this blog up and running as quickly as possible ahead of posting season tomorrow. If at all possible, please reblog and share this post so we can spread the word!

-SBB '24 Mods

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the lightning and the stars 🌠🌠

umm how to reach the drarry community.. hello drarriers i am officially obsessed w them

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Here’s a fic I’ve been working on for the @steddiesummerexchange event as a gift for the lovely @cranberrymoons

Hope you like it! 🥰🤗

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I loved collaborating with you 😭 Couldn't have asked for a better partner in this <3

“They’re back to square one, and it’s better that way. It’s better when Steve doesn’t look back through his car door mirror as they drive off, even as Robin is all but hanging out of the passenger side and waving in that reckless way of hers.”

I can't help but love you (even though I try not to) by @biclarity for @steddiebang

Summary: It’s 1992, and during a visit from Dustin, Eddie comes to learn of Steve’s (supposed) betrothal. Many miscommunications over the years have led Eddie helplessly pining over Steve. With Steve and Robin in San Francisco, while Eddie’s slumming it out in Portland, there aren’t many chances to even test things out though the chances they are given aren’t used all too effectively either. Now, Steve’s wedding is days away, and Eddie feels like this is his last chance to have a real shot with Steve, and he takes it without a second though. He’s going to stop this wedding by any means possible. Now if only Dustin had clarified that it isn’t Steve who’s getting married.

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, grief, depression, battling with extreme insecurity

((Honestly I lucked out with this bang. I got 3 out of 3 awesome authors to work with. Clarity has been so much fun to work with and her story is so good and entertaining to read. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I have 🥰)

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Robin convinces Steve that Eddie is interested in him, just based on how frequently he flirts with Steve. Uses the same logic that Steve deployed to convince her to give Vickie a shot. Except, there’s no doubt about who Eddie could be attracted to. He’s gay and doesn’t really flirt much with women, keeps it more surface level. 

But with Steve, he’s all over him, getting in his personal space, tapping his chin, batting his eyelashes and draping himself over his lap during movie nights. Steve’s confident in his newly discovered attraction to men, and subtly tries to turn up the charm on his end. Flirting back, giving as good as he gets, but it never seems to affect Eddie. 

Steve’s gotten used to striking out. Never really catching anyone’s attention these days, what with the lackluster attempts at being interested in the mundane things some of the girls drone on about, to being afraid to sleep over for fear of a nightmare tearing him from sleep, to the way no one makes his skin buzz. He’s given up the pursuit of anyone else, setting his sights on Eddie, pushing gently at the boundaries that barely exist between them. 

Until the first time Steve and Robin are invited to see Corroded Coffin perform at the Hideout. He watches from afar as Eddie bounces across the room before the show. He hasn’t spotted them yet as he makes his way over to the bar. There’s a cute, older guy bartending, probably in his late twenties, buzz cut hair, ripped leather vest accentuating his arms. 

Steve watches in what feels like slow motion as Eddie leans over the counter to get as close as possible to this guy. That mischievous smirk that Steve’s used to seeing pointed at him is out in full force. Eddie is saying something, looking up at this guy, reaching out to squeeze a bicep and getting playfully batted away. Eddie lets the guy tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, almost a caress along the side of Eddie’s face. 

And there’s a moment where Steve feels like he’s floating on air, suspended in a moment in time before a catastrophic shift changes his trajectory. He’s careening to the ground at break neck speed and crash landing all in a matter of seconds. A vice-like grip squeezes his heart, reminding him that he’s not special. He’s dissecting every memory of Eddie flirting, finding nothing consequential there in the wake of this discovery. 

How stupid could he have been to think that it meant anything? That must be why Eddie never reacted to his advances, they were just a blip on his radar. He’s got this guy wrapped around his finger, just like he’s had Steve. Except Eddie’s never blushed like that around him, or let Steve tuck his hair away. 

As much as he wants to turn around and get the hell out of here, he promised he’d come to Eddie’s show, even if looking at Eddie right now feels like a shot straight through his heart. That inexplicable draw to Eddie doesn’t just disappear. He wants to cross the room and drag him away from this guy, but what right does he have to do that? 

He feels Robin’s hand slip into his, turns to look at her, sees a mirror image of how she looked on the grimy bathroom floor of Starcourt, letting Steve down gently. Their friendship past the point of needing to verbally communicate anything. Robin gently tugs on his arm to convince him to sit at a table, clasping his hand underneath it tightly when Eddie finally spots them and Steve has to pretend like he’s fine. And he is fine. 

But he’s also not. His heart is cracking open with each note Eddie sings, the fault line growing until it feels like he’s split in two, bleeding out on the floor of this disgusting bar. When is he going to get it right? When is it his turn to feel wanted? Nancy and Robin hurt, but he feels blindsided by this one. He was so confident he was right, that this time it was reciprocated. 

But maybe he’ll always be the fool.

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Your Hand In Mine

Fun prompt game based on this post

Wheeler’s Basement / They save each others lives / Carol Perkins is there

Steve breathes heavily, air burning in his lungs as they run for their lives—literally. There’s a fucking demogorgon following them through the woods, roaring in that screechy way they do, probably letting all its friends know where they are. 

Carol trips over a branch and he yanks her up, and pushes her in front of him, after Eddie. The three of them got split up from the rest of the group and they need to find shelter now. 

“Keep moving!” says Steve in a loud whisper, “We’re almost at the Wheelers, we can hide there… see if the walkie still works”.

“You got it, big boy,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, “Onwards!” He points with his spear—an improved version of the ones he and Dustin used to fight off the bats at the trailer park all those months ago. The night that Eddie almost died. 

Steve hates that Eddie’s back here, in the Upside Down, that they’re still fighting for their lives when Eddie already nearly lost his. But now that Eddie found his courage there was no stopping him from joining them on yet another suicide mission.

Somehow, even in this life-or-death situation, Carol still finds the energy to be her sassy self.  “Big boy?” she scoffs under her breath as she raises an eyebrow at Steve. 

He shrugs, tries to fight the blush he feels rising to his cheeks, tries to rationalize that he feels hot from the whole running for their lives thing, rather than the alternative I think I might have a crush on my friend thing.

It should be comforting, that Carol’s still herself even after all this shit. After she and Tommy unwittingly got dragged into this mess for the simple crime of coming home for the summer to help with earthquake relief. Completely unaware of the horrors that awaited them here. 

If Steve had still been friends with them at the time he’d have told them to stay far away. He’s not sure if they would have listened though, Tommy’s always been very protective of his little sister and his mom, and Carol tends to follow Tommy wherever he goes. 

Tommy’s grown up a lot more than Steve expected after one year away at college. Or maybe it was the realization that monsters are real. Steve knows that helped him grow the fuck up quickly. Either way, some weird twist of fate landed them all here, in the Upside Down, together.  

They break free of the trees, Eddie ahead of them running across the clearing shield held over his head. Steve hears the bats before he sees them, chittering and screeching as two of them dive down. One hits Eddie’s shield with a loud bang, shrieking as it’s caught by the large nails embedded in the metal.

“Eddie!” Steve calls out, running after him. He won’t let anything happen to Eddie, not this time. 

Steve’s barely been able to let the guy out of his sight since he was released from the hospital a couple of months ago. He’s been wracked with guilt over leaving Eddie and Dustin to fend for themselves, and no matter how many times the rest of The Party tells him that it’s not his fault he can’t help but feel like he could have stopped it from happening. 

He swings his nail bat, strong and sure, knocking one of the demobats down to the ground and wailing on it until it stops twitching. Eddie’s taken care of the other one that got caught in his shield while Carol aims her shotgun at the trees behind them, keeping watch. 

They make a pretty proficient trio, surprisingly. Steve would laugh if he had the energy, and Carol seems to have the same thought as she grins manically at him and lowers her shotgun. Who’d have thought Carol Perkins and Steve Harrington would be fighting monsters with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson? Not their high school selves, that’s for damn sure. 

“Let’s get inside,” Steve says, dropping his own smile and stepping forward, stomping on one of the demobat corpses with his heavy boots for good measure.

After they quickly check the house, Eddie throws himself down on a couch and grabs the walkie, trying to call the rest of the party and find out where they ended up. Carol sits next to him, wringing her fingers and biting her lip. Steve feels for her, knows she’s worried about Tommy. 

He’s worried too, about all of their friends, but especially Robin. It’s not that she’s entirely inept, but she’s clumsy, and not a great runner. Steve just hopes that Robin managed to stay with Nancy, Jonathan, and Tommy. He figures that Tommy can handle himself, he was always proficient enough in a fight. Plus he knows that the rest of them work well as a team. 

Steve excuses himself to take a leak, figures it’s better to take care of it during their brief downtime rather than hold it. He wonders if the toilets even flush here, once he’s finished he tries the handle just to check. No dice. Ah well, it was probably too much to hope that an alternate dimension would have indoor plumbing.

He’s walking back from the bathroom when he hears a noise coming from the stairs down to the basement. Steve raises his bat and opens his mouth to try to call for Eddie and Carol, but everything happens so fast. 

The door to the basement bursts open, demogorgon screeching and clawing at him as he swings, catching it on the arm. It charges forward, forcing him back as he darts around the kitchen island, dodging the tips of its pointed fingers as they reach for him. He’s not really thinking, other than wanting to lead it away from his friends. 

Steve runs down the basement stairs, not his smartest move. The monster is hot on his heels, and he crouches down as it leaps at him, sending it sailing forward into the old couch there. It slams into the wall before it turns and shrieks at him. 

He plants his feet and raises his bat, heart pounding as he faces off with this hideous creature that’s probably about to tear him limb from limb. It charges at him, halted by a blast from a shotgun behind him. It staggers back after another blast from the shotgun, and a Molotov cocktail sails forward, hitting it on its head. There’s a burst of flame and Steve shields his eyes. 

Inhuman screeches fill the Wheeler’s basement as the demogorgon claws at its own petaled head. It retreats out of the back door, and Steve assumes that’s where it came in. Carol rushes forward and shoves a chair in front of the door, looks out the windows to check the back door. 

“Steve, what the fuck man, are you okay?” Eddie asks, and suddenly he’s in front of Steve. Holding him by the shoulders while his big brown eyes flick over Steve’s face and down his body, checking him for injuries. 

“Y-yeah,” Steve responds hoarsely, “I’m fine”.

“Good,” Eddie says, punching him on the shoulder, “You idiot!”

“Ow!” 

“I thought we had a group agreement, you know, the whole lecture you gave us? No sacrificing yourself for the good of the group? That means you too!” Eddie gives him a little shake, oddly intense as he moves his hands up from Steve’s shoulders to his face, brushing some hair out of the way. 

Steve leans into the touch, brushing his cheek against Eddie’s palm. He doesn’t mean to. Maybe it’s the adrenaline or the fact that Eddie’s so close to him, and looking at him with so much concern that it’s making Steve’s heart pound. But the movement makes Eddie suck in a breath, his eyes dropping to Steve’s lips and that’s all the indication that Steve needs. 

“Fuck it,” he says, mostly to himself, as he leans forward and captures Eddie’s lips with his. 

Just a quick press, nothing monumental, but it makes his stomach swoop all the same. Makes him realize he’s wanted to do that for a long time, longer than he’s ready to admit to himself in this moment. 

When he pulls back, Eddie looks shocked. He’s still standing close, one hand on Steve’s face, the other in his hair, but Steve can’t decipher his expression. They stand there for a moment, staring at each other, and just as Steve’s about to step back, apologize for misreading things, Eddie pulls him forward and kisses him again, open-mouthed and wet. Enthusiastic and a little sloppy. It makes Steve laugh, his chuckle lost into the cavern of Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into Steve’s mouth, his breath is far from minty but it still makes Steve groan. He grabs at Eddie’s jacket, pulling him in closer and kissing him fully, completely forgetting where they are and what just happened for a moment. 

That is until Carol clears her throat. “Uh, not that I’m not thrilled for you two, but maybe this could wait until we’re not in Nancy Wheeler’s basement with monsters trying to kill us lurking right outside?”

Steve and Eddie spring apart. Eddie grins, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “Sorry Perkie, The King kissed me and I guess I got a bit carried away, surely you understand.”

Carol rolls her eyes, “Munson, I told you to quit it with that nickname. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time I’m aiming my gun at your balls”.

Eddie quickly cups his aforementioned bits and does a goofy bow, “Yes, m’lady”.

Steve stares between them, an incredulous laugh bursting out of his throat before he gathers himself. He stares hard at Carol, “You don’t have a problem with this? Us?” he gestures to himself and Eddie. 

“Us?” asks Eddie quietly surprised, Steve’ll fill him in later. 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes again, “Honestly Steve, you really need to get out of Hawkins. I don’t care, and neither will Tommy”. She adds on the last bit in a sweeter, more reassuring tone. 

Steve nods, “Thanks.”

The three of them shove the couch and table in front of the door for good measure before they head back upstairs to their discarded packs, Carol rushes up the stairs when they hear Tommy’s voice calling for her over the walkie. 

“Us?” Eddie asks again in a lower tone as they shove more furniture in front of the basement door. 

“Yeah… us,” Steve says slowly, “You and me… you want that right?”

He has to hold back a smile when Eddie’s cheeks go bright pink.

“Yeah, yeah I want that,” Eddie says shyly, pulling a lock of hair over his mouth to hide his own smile. 

“Well c’mon then,” Steve says, grabbing Eddie’s free hand and pulling him towards the living room. “Let’s save the world, survive, and we’ll figure out the rest later.”

“Sounds easy enough,” Eddie replies with a chuckle. His hand is big, rings digging into Steve’s knuckles when he gives his hand a squeeze. 

Not for the first time Steve’s struck by how pretty Eddie is, even with the layer of Upside Down grime coating his face. It helps that he’s looking at Steve with a smirk, doe eyes big and sweet as they rove over Steve’s face, darting down to his lips like he wants nothing more than to drag Steve back into the basement and kiss him again.  

Steve knows what he’s about to say is stupidly cheesy, but he can’t help it, not when Eddie is looking at him like that.

“Anything sounds easy with your hand in mine.”

Cross posted on Ao3

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excerpt from my demisexual eddie fic | read on ao3 here!

Eddie is so unused to being this fucking messed up over one specific person, and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The fact that it’s Steve fucking Harrington doesn’t make it any better, and even though Eddie knows him now and he’s a good guy (the best guy, actually), it doesn’t help that Steve is probably, one hundred percent not interested–not to mention Eddie’s best friend these days. Eddie saw him in the hallways in high school, remembers thinking, damn he’s nice to look at, but it was never to this level–this constant, almost achy feeling to rub one off to fantasies of Steve (which, boundaries, Munson) when he’s alone, and don’t get him started on when they��re actually hanging out–it’s impossible to stop staring and nearly salivating over the column of Steve’s throat, the fucking veins in his hands, his stupid smile and soft eyes and–

Yeah. Eddie needs to get a fucking grip. It’s getting embarrassing. If Steve hasn’t noticed already, he’s bound to if Eddie can’t get a hold of himself.

He’s going to drop by Family Video in an hour to bother Steve and Robin, so he lies in bed longer than usual, palming himself through his boxers and flicking his thumb over the head of his dick. He debates making himself come, but honestly, it probably won’t make much of a difference. When he used to get horny, before Steve, he could jerk off and he’d be good for the rest of the day, no problem. Now it’s like he’s fourteen again, barely any refractory period, and it doesn’t matter anymore. When he sees Steve it’s like his entire brain hums to life, whirring and buzzing like electricity.

It’s never been like this before. Eddie is starting to get concerned that there’s something seriously wrong with him.

He sighs and pushes his hand into his underwear anyway, rubbing two fingers over his dick and closing his eyes. He imagines Steve’s mouth on him, those pouty lips and those big eyes on Eddie as he licks into him. Eddie moans, shuddering, his mind a litany of stevestevesteve—he makes himself come mortifyingly fast, and actually does whimper Steve’s name completely out of his control. Jesus christ.

When he gets to Family Video, there are no customers in the store and Steve and Robin are having a heated argument about Miami Vice of all things. Why is Eddie half in love with this guy again? Steve is gesturing wildly at Robin with both hands, and he looks good in that stupid green vest. His hair is a little lopsided like he was messing with it, and it just makes Eddie smile like an absolute lovesick moron. Robin sees him first. She grins at him, rolls her eyes.

“Hey, Eddie,” she says. “Thank god you’re here, I’m so bored.”

Steve turns, catches Eddie’s eyes and gives him this–oh. This amused, exasperated smile like him and Eddie are in on some inside joke. It makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, and he rolls them, drops his elbows back on the counter and leans on it.

“What, I’m not enough for you anymore?” Steve says, in a faux dramatic voice that really rivals Eddie’s, actually, and slaps a hand over his heart. Steve’s eyes flit to him, grinning with all his teeth, and Eddie wants to lick them.

“Mocking me in my own home, Steven?” Eddie gasps. It makes no sense, but Steve laughs anyway, eyes bright and heavy even when Eddie looks away. He squats a little and flings himself onto the counter next to Steve’s stupid (cute) elbows–he misjudges the momentum he’ll need to swing his legs over and his ass goes sliding across the vinyl. He knocks into Steve a little, but Steve steadies him with his hand gripping Eddie’s bicep. Eddie clears his throat, trying not to think about Steve’s big fucking hand wrapped around his arm, bare skin to bare skin, because he’s only wearing a Metallica shirt today.

“Thanks,” Eddie squeaks, winded. Steve squeezes his arm once, then lets go. Eddie is dizzy, both from Steve’s touch and the smell of him so close–he smells like some kind of spicy sweet shampoo, maybe clove? Please, for the love of fuck do not faint right now, Eddie begs his traitourous body. He’s felt so out of control lately that he wouldn’t be surprised. When Eddie looks at Robin again, she’s staring at him, one eyebrow raised–she’s clocked him immediately. He looks down at his white sneakers to avoid her eyes.

It’s a Tuesday, so the store is slow. Eddie stays with them for a couple hours, even though he worries sometimes that he’s actually bothering them. But today they don’t give him the chance to think that–they all bicker back and forth, and Steve keeps himself tucked towards Eddie. They’re not touching, but Steve’s body heat simmers against Eddie’s bare arms and makes them crawl with goosebumps. A couple customers wander in before Eddie leaves, and Robin goes to greet them. Eddie slides back over the counter reluctantly, but Steve leans in again before he can put too much space between them.

“Hey, do you want to hang out later?” Steve asks. “It’ll just be us, since Robin has plans.”

“Yeah sure, man,” Eddie says. “I’ll bring the good stuff, yeah?”

Steve beams at him, and Eddie has to pretend his entire heart cavity did not just fall through his ass. He leaves the store a little lightheaded, his chest aching a little from smiling and laughing and just being–fuck, happy, for once.

x

Eddie’s a virgin, or whatever, is the thing. He doesn’t actually believe in the fucked-up societal defintion of virginity or losing his virginity, especially as a person with a vagina, but the fact of the matter is that, either way, he’s never had sex. It’s not for lack of trying, though. After he turned eighteen, he’d gotten fed up and went on a weekend trip up to Indy. Its one gay bar was a hole-in-the-wall place down a dark side street, meant for hiding, and Eddie knew he had to be extra cautious, even. But he figured there had to be some guys that were into him.

He danced with some men, flirted with a few more, and even made out with a guy significantly older than him in the alley behind the bar–which, he knows now, was definitely fucking dangerous, even though nothing happened at the time. But the guy was attractive, and definitely seemed interested. Eddie remembers that they were kissing, and the man (who’s name Eddie didn’t know then, either) was really into it, moaning and grinding against Eddie’s thigh. Eddie though, just remembers feeling kind of uncomfortable. He was kissing him back, but it didn’t really feel good. The guy’s mouth was wet and warm, and objectively, it didn’t feel bad. But Eddie was just kind of frozen there, kissing, body stiff. He wanted to be enjoying it, what the fuck was wrong with him? Kissing was supposed to be nice, at least, and it’s not like the man was trying to get Eddie to swallow his tongue or anything.

When the guy reached between their bodies to pull Eddie’s zipper down, without even asking first, Eddie made a panicked noise and finally jerked away. He made some kind of excuse and ran before the man could get a word in.

He went back to that bar a few times. He danced, he drank, he tried more kissing (even tried skipping straight to blowing a guy, once, thinking he just didn’t like swapping spit). Every time he lost his nerve, he panicked, he ran.

In high school, during his second go-round of senior year, there was a boy that had heard the rumors about Eddie being gay (a freak) and was curious. His name was Blake, and he was cute, and kept coming to buy drugs from Eddie a startling amount. He flirted with Eddie when they were all alone, was borderline nice to Eddie in public, but Eddie didn’t believe him, because this was Hawkins. But one day, Blake just asked him point blank if he wanted to fool around in the back of Eddie’s van.

Eddie said sure, because if there was this one other gay person in Hawkins, he was going to take advantage of it. He had a lot of anxiety about Blake finding out he was trans, but it never even got that far. They were making out on a scratchy blanket that smelled like weed, and it wasn’t–it was okay. Blake had asked him if it was okay, and Eddie said yeah, it’s okay, and then Blake was on top of him with his thigh between both of Eddie’s, and all Eddie could think was he’s gonna be able to feel that I can’t get hard—but Blake seemed pretty focused on kissing him.

He seemed just as inexperienced as Eddie, used a little bit too much tongue, and it was just on the side of too wet. Eddie’s heart was fucking pounding so loud and he didn’t want to do this. But he wanted to like this, to want someone else, and Blake was nice and looked nice–and. Shit. Blake pulled away to give him some breathing room, and Eddie was panting too loud in the quiet car. He should’ve put some music on.

“You okay?” Blake said.

“Um–I. Yeah man, I’m good.”

“We can stop,” Blake said, and he didn’t even sound pissed about it. He didn’t look convinced that Eddie wasn’t having some kind of mental breakdown, jesus christ. Everything in Eddie’s brain screamed at him to take advantage of this, to keep going, that maybe he would finally get to touch a dick and just–feel good with another person instead of just by himself in his bedroom. But as soon as Blake had pulled back a little, Eddie’s racing mind quieted, the panic receded.

“I–shit. Yeah, maybe that would be good.” Eddie winced, but Blake nodded, sitting up a little and out of Eddie’s space. Eddie felt shitty about it, but also shitty about the fact that he felt shitty in the first place. He gnawed on his lower lip, lighting up a joint and passing it to Blake, because it was the least he could do. Blake took it, inhaling.

“You’re gay, right?” Blake asked.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Yeah, I am. I just don’t–” Eddie pulled hard on his curls until it hurt. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Blake said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to college in a couple months, you know? I just figured, if I could get some experience.” he stopped, looked sheepishly at Eddie.

“I get it, man,” Eddie said. “So–you’re gay, too?”

“I think I am, yeah,” Blake said. “Trying to figure it out.”

“Sorry, I can’t–I’m sorry I can’t help.”

“It’s okay,” Blake said. “If you change your mind though, just let me know.”

And that was that. They smoked some weed, and talked a little bit–Blake wasn’t particularly interesting but Eddie could talk to anyone. He told Blake some stuff about D&D, and Blake laughed at his dumbass storytelling, and then they both went on their way, separately, and Eddie had no more knowledge than what he started with.

He resigned himself to being alone, maybe forever. Which, is dramatic, because he hasn’t tried with that many people, but even so. He feels good when he’s alone, so he doesn’t understand why he can’t feel good with someone else, too. He had cried that night, in his bedroom, the bed covers pulled all the way up to his chin and curled in on himself like he could disappear.

The point is, Eddie knows Steve is experienced. He didn’t associate with any of Steve’s fanclub in high school, but rumors got around pretty quickly, and no one was saying anything bad about Steve’s skills in bed. Eddie loved watching Steve in school, with his stupidly styled hair and khaki pants, but he was always unobtainable. He was straight, pretty boy jock Steve Harrington, and Eddie was at the lowest level of the high school hierarchy. He was never even an option.

The more time Eddie spends with Steve after everything, the more he realizes that Steve is nothing like the perception that Eddie had of him years ago. Steve isn’t nice, actually, like Blake–he’s kind and loyal to his little ragtag family, but he’s pretty aloof to people outside their party. He can be fussy about the stupidest shit, like the fingerprints on Eddie’s van windows, and kind of a bitch, and Eddie is obsessed with him. And the more he gets to know Steve as himself, the worse it gets.

It’s not like Eddie was immune, before. He saw Steve rip that bat apart in the upside down and almost had a goddamn aneurysm about it. He replayed it behind his eyelids on a loop later, when they weren’t running for their lives, his mind screeching fuckfuckfuck that’s hot. He couldn’t stop staring at Steve wearing his denim vest and his dirty chest hair that Eddie actually might want to put in his mouth–ugh. But the attraction has gotten worse, thrumming inside Eddie’s bones, since he woke up in the hospital and Steve was curled up in the armchair by his bedside, passed out and not even stirring when Eddie tried to say Harrington, what the fuck? with a tube jammed down his throat. Where before Eddie was accused of murder, it was a casual appreciation, but now it’s just inconvenient. All encompassing. Suffocating. Like his body is making up for all the years it wasn’t a giant pain in the ass, and now he’s feeling every lustful thought he’s ever missed out on, all at once.

Maybe Eddie doesn’t want to feel like everyone else, actually. Maybe, even now, it would just be better if he’s someone else.

x

Eddie loves smoking with Steve. They’re parked at the quarry, back van doors thrown open to let in the cool September breeze. It smells like the oncoming autumn–like earth and rain and decay, and it mixes with the smell of weed and makes Eddie sleepy and warm all the way down to his toes. He’s lying flat on his back with the joint stuck between his lips, trying and failing not to stare at Steve, who’s too close and too far at the same time. He’s mirroring Eddie’s position on top of the blanket, legs and arms all sprawled out and head tipped back, eyes closed.

The muscles in his neck are huge, and Eddie knows he’s gawking at him like a fucking idiot, but he can’t tear his gaze away. He loves smoking with Steve, because Steve gets all relaxed and loose and giggly when he’s high, and most of the time Eddie can watch him an abnormal amount without Steve catching on–but he also hates it. Eddie’s whole goddamn brain detaches from his body, and he feels syrupy slow and sweet, wants to kiss Steve so badly it’s like a physical pain.

“You gonna hog that all night, man?” Steve asks. His head tilts towards Eddie–he’s smirking a little, lips quirked up and eyebrows raised, and his eyes are so fucking–they have flecks of green and gold in them, so fucking beautiful, and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat on the way out. What the fuck was the question, again?

“Mmm?” Eddie breathes. He has no idea what they’re talking about, not when Steve is looking at him like that–like maybe he can sense the tension between them too, amused and affectionate and something else, soft, that Eddie can’t name. Steve holds his hand out, and Eddie just stares at it for a second until he realizes Steve is waiting for him to pass him the joint, jesus christ. Eddie laughs, can’t help it, and hands it over–he must be higher than he thought. That, or drunk on Steve’s clove smell and how close his arm is to brushing Eddie’s.

Steve takes the joint between his fingers. Eddie watches, entranced, as he brings it to his mouth and inhales, his lips touching the paper where Eddie’s mouth just was and–Eddie breathes in harshly, his belly tight and hot with arousal. Steve looks back at him, still smiling, and Eddie realizes too late that his mouth is open a little (please don’t be drooling, oh my god) and his eyes are probably dilated as fuck.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve says. Steve still has that fucking smile, but it’s wider now, deeper, curved with an almost-laugh and a bit smug–there’s no way he doesn’t see exactly what the fuck he’s doing to Eddie, but he hasn’t punched him or shoved him away or even discouraged him at all. Huh.

Eddie flushes hard and obvious, the burn in his cheeks spreading to his ears and probably every inch of skin he has. He clears his throat, holds his hand out for the joint again, but his hand is trembling a little.

“Like what?” Eddie asks, because he has to be fucking sure. He’s not going to assume anything, especially with Steve. Steve, instead of handing Eddie the joint, stubs it out on the van wall–Eddie shudders, watching him, his heart pounding and pounding against his ribcage.

“Hey,” Eddie says, though it’s not a real protest. Steve just meets his eyes, giving him this look that’s almost admonishing, and Eddie swallows so loud he’s positive Steve can hear it.

“You know like what,” Steve says. He scooches closer to Eddie on the floor, the joint stubbed out and forgotten, but they were pretty close already. All the body heat Eddie can feel radiating off him is fucking insane, and Eddie wants him so fucking bad it’s making his whole body shake. Steve reaches out, gaze never leaving Eddie’s face, and cups the back of Eddie’s neck with his big hand. “Can I?”

And there’s absolutely nothing else Steve can mean except can I kiss you right? Eddie expects to panic, to feel that uncomfortable squirming in his gut that tells him run run run, because it’s one thing to want someone and something totally other to have that person right in front of you, touching you–but the sick feeling never comes. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed. Steve’s in his space and touching him and is probably going to kiss him. Eddie nods hard and jerky–he doesn’t trust his voice to not come out completely wrecked.

Steve cups his free hand against Eddie’s cheek, tilting his face and rubbing a thumb across the skin there. Eddie’s breath stutters, Steve’s breath falls warm on his face–and then Steve is pressing his lips to Eddie’s, careful and so light. Steve pulls away after only a few seconds. Eddie makes a sound in his throat, grabs Steve by the striped polo he’s wearing and keeps him there. Steve doesn’t go far; he dips in again to bring their mouths together, laughing a little.

Read the rest on AO3.

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A few days late but here’s the Part Two for anyone who hasn’t already bookmarked the collection <3 The time Steve Harrington dressed up as Santa Claus

Words: 2,891 Rating: Mature Prompt: Santa Costume/Middle School Teachers AU

I’ll be home for Christmas (You can plan on me)

Words: 8,175 Rating: Mature Prompt: Stuck in airport while going home for Christmas

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Words: 1,723 Rating: Mature Prompt: (Mom) Steve kissing Eddie (who’s in a Santa hat) and Dustin catching them

It doesn’t show signs of stopping

Words: 1,961 Rating: Mature Prompt: Stuck in a snowstorm (after delivering presents) 

Steddie Christmas fic recs

Hi all! It’s been awhile and I’m now in a new fixation so here we go. Steddie has taken ahold of me recently (as in for almost 6 months in a row now) so I’ve been contributing over on Ao3. All of the links below are for Steddie Christmas fics I’ve written so far and there are more to come!  The reasons Eddie Munson hates (loves) mistletoe

Words: 6,609 Rating: Mature Prompt: Kissing under the mistletoe

All I Want for Christmas is You

Words: 4,130 Rating: Mature Prompt: Christmas Parade/Proposal

It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Words: 4,037 Rating: Mature Prompt: Sledding

I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye

Words: 2,933 Rating: Mature Prompt: Christmas Dance (they’re chaperones)

‘Cause we built this gingerbread house

Words: 3,405 Rating: Mature Prompt: Gingerbread House building competition

Santa Baby

Words: 7,434 Rating: Explicit Prompt: Santa Land part-time job (Steve is Santa) 

The Way You Look Tonight

Words: 2,777 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Prompt: Christmas Light Show

I’m reelin’ around the merry-go-round

Words: 5,248 Rating: Mature Prompt: Ice Skating

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Steddie Christmas fic recs

Hi all! It’s been awhile and I’m now in a new fixation so here we go. Steddie has taken ahold of me recently (as in for almost 6 months in a row now) so I’ve been contributing over on Ao3. All of the links below are for Steddie Christmas fics I’ve written so far and there are more to come!  The reasons Eddie Munson hates (loves) mistletoe

Words: 6,609 Rating: Mature Prompt: Kissing under the mistletoe

All I Want for Christmas is You

Words: 4,130 Rating: Mature Prompt: Christmas Parade/Proposal

It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Words: 4,037 Rating: Mature Prompt: Sledding

I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye

Words: 2,933 Rating: Mature Prompt: Christmas Dance (they’re chaperones)

‘Cause we built this gingerbread house

Words: 3,405 Rating: Mature Prompt: Gingerbread House building competition

Santa Baby

Words: 7,434 Rating: Explicit Prompt: Santa Land part-time job (Steve is Santa) 

The Way You Look Tonight

Words: 2,777 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Prompt: Christmas Light Show

I’m reelin’ around the merry-go-round

Words: 5,248 Rating: Mature Prompt: Ice Skating

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Surrender to the Beat

I just posted my first chapter of a Klance fanfic I’ve been brainstorming for awhile! 

Surrender to the Beat

Chapter(s) (As of this date): 1 Description: Music is rumoured to bring people together. Maybe a few good songs, some dancing, and some singing can bring two oblivious idiots together. Keith has been going to Altea College for three years, majoring in music as a singer, and having a minor in astrology. His life has been pretty consistent since being adopted by Shiro's family. However, that consistency is about to shift with the help of a bisexual disaster, also known as Lance McClain. The dancer who sweeps Keith off his feet. Lance majors in dance, has been for three years but has been dancing for what seems like his whole life, having a minor in astrology as well. When invited to a bar night by his best friend Hunk, everything changes. All because of a black-haired beauty singing his heart out to a song that is all against love. How ironic. Will these two idiots who don't get the first thing about love end up with blissful happiness? There's only one way to find out!

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Imagine a bratty swan just hissing about the palace, and the workers have to always carry bread crumbs, or they face the wrath of this swan princess. Expensive vases are always at risk; only this isn’t OHSHC, you can’t get a swan to pay off some obscene debt. Where would a bratty swan fit into a host club?  

Concept: fairy tale where the wicked step-parent (who is of course also some sort of warlock) transforms the princess into a swan, as one does, but rather than running off to mope around in a lake and be beautifully tragic, the princess decides to stick around the palace and cause problems on purpose.

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I had to

THE FINAL DAY

I REPEAT

THE FINAL DAY

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>>Store Reopened!<< *U*/ Some new stuff as well as limited quantities of some older items<3 Please take note that ALL ORDERS WILL BE SHIPPED END OF FEB IN 2020 I want to avoid the holiday rush, ;0;; sorry for any inconvenience!

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HERE THEY ARE…Halloween-themed adopts of all your favorite shiny ghost-types!

Some things to note:

*These are $25 each! Friends/mutuals get a 15% discount! *If you’re interested in purchasing one please DM this blog, shima-draws, or email me at shimascommissions@gmail.com! *Payment is through PayPal only! If you don’t have a PayPal account and want one of these, get one! *The designs are yours to change/do whatever you’d like with once you purchase them! However, please DO NOT STEAL OR RESELL them. If you didn’t buy the design it’s not yours! NO TOUCHY. *If you buy one and would like to repost the art elsewhere, that’s fine. Just please, if you can, credit me! (This blog specifically if you’re not sure what to credit.) *This is a first come first serve deal. Once we’ve agreed on your purchase, I’ll give you 24 hours to send payment. If you don’t pay in time I’ll put the design back up for sale! *I will not give refunds! Once it’s bought, it’s yours! Take it and don’t come back lolol

As soon as the purchase is complete, I will send you the transparent, full-sized design to your email.

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Status of the adopts are under the cut!

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