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Eddie fakes an asthma attack so he can hang out in the nurse’s office only to find Concussion 3000 already laying on the comfy cot and - “Wait, don’t - don’t leave me with him.”

Eddie looks at the retreating back of the school nurse and then back at Steve who had his arm thrown over his eyes. He holds his hands out like Steve might make a sudden movement and says, “Don’t die.”

“I will out of spite if you don’t shut up.”

“Then die, I don’t care.”

Those were the last words out of Eddie’s mouth before they both learn that enough head injuries can cause seizures.

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Looks That Kill by cosmoreads

@moreads5

Rating: Mature

21,259 words, 7/7 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Fluff, Angst, 1980s, Steve Harrington's House, Eddie Munson's Trailer, Gay Bar, Internalized Homophobia, Found Family, Smoking, Confessions, Virgin Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Rocky Horror Picture Show References, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs

Summary:

Eddie Munson is not supposed to like Steve Harrington. They’re not friends. They trade jabs at Family Video and pretend that’s all it is—just snark and sarcasm, surface-level and safe. Until one stormy Tuesday, Steve asks Eddie to hang out. Just the two of them.

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My fill for @steddiebingo prompt: “Gags”

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Never as simple

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompts: True Love’s Kiss on the Hop into Spring bonus card and Regency AU on the main card

Rated: T

Words: 1,321 [also on AO3]

Tags: Regency AU; Lord Steve; Stable boy Eddie; Arranged marriage; Secret relationship; Angst; Pining; Implied sexual content

It has been raining for days; deep gray clusters of storm clouds rolling over the sky and drenching the countryside in thick curtains of water. Eddie almost enjoyed them. They seemed like an odd reflection of his mood - as if his innermost turmoils had been turned outside. The only trouble with them was that they kept the household and its esteemed guests confined to the estate, and even with the size of the place and him hiding out in the stables for however long he could get away with it, he could feel their presence grate on his frayed nerves. 

So, all things considered, he was glad when it finally cleared up this morning. 

Lord Harrington, of course, had the brilliant idea to make use of the good weather and take the entire entourage out on a hunt. As all of his brilliant ideas, it had to happen right away, so Eddie spent the better part of the morning cleaning and saddling the horses and getting yelled at for dawdling. 

Now, however, with both the stables and the manor empty for a few blissful hours, he's looking forward to some much deserved peace and quiet. 

Unfortunately, fate seems to have other plans for him. 

He has just curled up in the hay of the remotest box and opened his book on the right page, ready to forget the world and all its troubles for a short while, when a voice from above asks, “What are you reading?”

Eddie startles, slamming the book shut and shooting to his feet with a speed that makes his head spin. A pair of curious hazel eyes looks back at him. The bottom half of their owner's face is hidden behind the wall of the box, but that doesn't matter. He'd know them anywhere. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he blurts. Somewhere at the far end of the stables, a mouse startles and scurries off into the hay. Steve quirks a brow.

“Ouch,” he mutters, rounding the wall to join Eddie inside the box. He’s still in his riding gear. High boots, tight fitting pants and the deep green tailcoat with the shiny gold buttons that brings out the caramel specks in his eyes. “Not quite the greeting I was hoping for.” 

He smiles. The same, stupid, sunny smile that still makes Eddie’s knees weak and his head light, and the ugly thing that has been simmering in his stomach roils like a storm cloud. 

“Pardon my impertinence,” he grits out, squaring his shoulders and setting his jaw. “I was merely surprised. My impression was that you had ridden out with your father and your financé.”

Steve scoffs as he steps closer into his space. Eddie backs away - or tries to, but the attempt is cut short when his shoulders bump into the wall. 

“Well, I absconded, obviously. I’ll take the path through the woods and meet up with them later, tell them I got lost while hunting after a particularly fine deer.”

“A deer.” Eddie raises a brow. “At this time of the year.” 

Steve laughs softly. 

“Prettiest I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, arms coming up to bracket Eddie on either side, eyes never once leaving Eddie’s lips. His breath fans over Eddie’s face, hot and ticklish.  “With the largest, most beautiful brown eyes.” 

He ducks his head. Eddie’s lids flutter shut. 

And then he remembers. 

“Stop it!” 

Steve makes a startled little sound as he pushes him away. He stumbles and trips over the book still lying in the hay, and only just manages to catch himself before he lands square on his ass. When he looks up, his eyes are large and full of hurt confusion. It’s almost enough to make Eddie rush to his side and apologize. But only almost. 

“You can't just keep-” Eddie yells. Stops. Pulls on his hair to ground himself. When he continues, his voice is calm and breeching. “We can't go on like this, Steve. You're betrothed. In a few months, you'll be a married man. You can't keep sneaking away to fuck the stable boy, what if the your fiancé finds out?” 

Steve is silent for a beat. 

Then he laughs. Loud, full-throated bellows that echo all through the stables and are probably still audible in the courtyard outside. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie hisses, rushing over and trying to press a hand to Steve’s mouth, but he squirms away and grabs both of his wrists in turn. “Are you insane? Are you trying to have us discovered?” 

“You idiot,” Steve blurts. His smile is wide and unhinged, but there's something firm and earnest in his eyes that makes Eddie go limp in his hold, heart hammering in his chest. “We've been doing this for years. Do you honestly believe that, just because my father is forcing me to enter into this marriage, this will change a thing? It doesn't, Eddie.” 

Eddie gawks at him. 

“But-” he starts to say, and that's as far as he gets before Steve's lips are on his and they go tumbling into the hay together. 

“It doesn't change a thing,” Steve murmurs, kissing down his jaw and neck, fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt so that he can continue his trail down his chest, “about the way your touch makes me feel. It doesn't change a thing about the fact that your eyes are the first thing I think about when I wake in the morning, and your smile is the last thing I see before I fall asleep at night. It doesn't change a thing about the fact that I love you, and always will. Please, Eddie. I need you.” 

And if he asks so sweetly, who is Eddie to deny him?

*

“Fairy tales? Aren't you a little too old for those?” 

Eddie blinks out of his drowsy haze to find that Steve has picked the book out of the hay and is examining the cover with a furrowed brow. His fancy coat and necktie are lopsided and disheveled and there is hay stuck in his hair. He looks impossibly beautiful, and Eddie needs to hold himself back from biting down on the long stretch of his neck. Steve’s skin isn't his to mark, no matter how much he wishes it was. 

“Leave me my childish little fairy tales,” he pouts instead, propping his arms up on Steve’s chest and pillowing his head on them so that he can feel the gentle rise and fall of his breath. “In these stories, the star-crossed lovers always find each other, good triumphs over evil, and true love's kiss mends every problem. You can't fault me for longing for a happy ending, even if it's only in my books.”

“We will have our own, some day,” Steve says, but already, he's rising and getting his clothes in order and brushing the dust and hay from his hair. The hand he extends to pull Eddie to his feet is warm and strong. “I'll make one for us. Get us onboard a ship and run away with you to a far-away land, where nobody knows us.”

It sounds so simple, so beautiful - and that's how Eddie knows it's too good to be true. In real life, things aren't ever as simple. Star-crossed love withers and dies under the expectations of society, the lines between good and evil are so blurry you can't tell one from the other half the time, and young lords don't run away with stable boys. True love’s kiss doesn't ever mend a thing. 

He still allows Steve to pull him close a final time before he leaves, still melts into the touch of his lips before he mounts his horse. Still promises to wait for him in the same spot tomorrow night. 

He'll always wait for him, like the fool that he is, and hope against hope that fate has a happy ending in store for them. 

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Late submission (?) for the kink discovery weekend.

"Moth to a Flame" LARP AU by GriefAbyss

Eddie teaches Steve DND and they get *really* into the roleplaying aspect.

Last Man Standing by GriefAbyss

@griefabyss69

Rating: Explicit

15,697 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Characters Play Dungeons & Dragons, Eddie Teaches Steve D&D, Blowjobs, LARPing, Sexual Roleplay, Roleplay, Eddie Munson Lives, Tattoos, Fanart, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things)

Summary:

Steve asks Eddie to teach him how to play D&D. Eddie has no idea what's in store for him as Steve throws him for a loop, making the game into something that changes Eddie on a molecular level, if his dick is to believed. --Steve puts up a good fight, and Eddie puts up a fight that would make a wet sock look heroic in comparison. Eddie's only got five HP left when he changes tactics, not ready for his character to be dead already."Blood running down from under his hat, his gasping to catch his breath, winded from this battle, my character holds up a hand. He implores of you, 'Please, have mercy and spare me from death, let me continue on my journey and I shall give you my mace.', what do you do?"Steve blinks at him, surprise ebbing away as he mulls it over, pencil tapping against his chin.Eddie gets up to refill his glass with water, taking the time to stretch a bit as he waits."I hold the tip of my sword at his throat, looking him over," Steve says, catching his attention. He gives Eddie a little smirk, one that's barely there but is somehow way sexier than any other expression he's made before. "And I tell him, 'I'll spare your life under one condition'."

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, They are both walking disasters and everyone else has to witness it, Steve Harrington CAN sing, Eddie’s completely normal about it, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson Friendship, Dyslexic Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Protective Eddie Munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents 

Summary:

Eddie accidentally discovers that Steve Harrington can sing and proceeds to be completely normal about it.

The only issue is that Battle of the Bands is coming up, Corroded Coffin needs a new lead singer and Steve is entirely too willing to do anything he can to prove he’s not the same person he used to be.

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Movements // Losing Fight

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Movements - In My Blood

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OP's pronouns are she/they.

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Still Motion by GriefAbyss

@griefabyss69

Rating: Explicit

6,546 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Scoptophilia, Nude Modeling, Artist Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Embarrassment, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Injury Recovery, Mutual Masturbation, Watching, Exhibitionism

Summary:

Scoptophilia describes the sexual pleasure that a person derives from looking at prurient objects of eroticism, such as pornography, the nude body, and fetishes. - Steve poses nude for Eddie so he can do figure sketching from his bed, as Eddie starts to look like he's getting too warm. Of course, it's not the temperature that's getting to him. - Steve should've known that the frankly dastardly look on Eddie's face after Steve had told him "Thanks, I definitely owe you one," would have come to bite him in the ass. After all, anything Steve could have offered to pay him back with was something Eddie already had, unless his van broke down or something. Eddie cashed in before any van troubles, though. And it's not like the favor was outside of the realm of what Steve was comfortable with, he just... didn't expect it. That's all.

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hii, a general rec here 🖤! Love Shack by super_skam310 is brilliant and truly deserves so much love 🖤

Love Shack by super_skam310

Rating: Mature

72,590 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers, kinda slow burn, Eddie Munson Lives, Not Canon Compliant - Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Recreational Drug Use, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Everyone Needs A Hug, Idiots in Love, Pining, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Recovery, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Steve Harrington Has a Sexuality Crisis

Summary:

“Don’t have a coronary, Harrington. I think I can handle standing in place and rotating at a negative speed all on my own.” Steve tilts his head, assessing him in a way that Eddie wants to memorize, maybe chisel its likeness into stone and construct a new Parthenon to house it. “Take off your shirt.” Eddie’s heart flips. “What?” he asks, mouth dry. “Think you can handle it by yourself, 'big boy'?” Heat floods Eddie’s face at the callback. “So prove it. Take off your shirt.” --------------------------- Eddie hadn't planned on living. He wouldn't have thrown himself into the mouths the beasts if he'd thought he would have to suffer through the consequences. But he did and he does. Now, he's holed up in the (un)dead police chief's secluded cabin with none other than the former King of Hawkins as his handler. Maybe the bats were the easy part, it's Steve Harrington he has to survive.

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This paints such a beautiful picture

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you love me till my heart stops by deadratz

@munsonkitten

Rating: Explicit

7,700 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Sub Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Top Steve Harrington, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Butt Plugs, Gay Bar, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Rough Sex, Sweet Sex too, Manhandling, Held Down, Idiots in Love, Multiple Orgasms, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Good Boy Eddie Munson, Smoking, Light Drinking, Dancing, Possessive Behavior, Jealous Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Week 2025

Summary:

Every time Eddie goes to the club, he has a plan: 1. Dance 2. Have a few drinks 3. Get fucked hard enough to forget that he's in love with stupid Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington makes it really hard for Eddie to forget.

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steve wip <3

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An Accidental Flogging by ArtaxLivs

@artaxlivs

Rating: Explicit

12,965 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Virgin Eddie Munson, Under-negotiated Kink, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Friends to Lovers, they're so soft, Trauma Bonded for Life, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Flogging, Sort Of, It's an accident, And no one uses a flogger, Wayne Munson trolling Eddie, Brief appearance of Steve's Tiny Shorts, Eddie Being a Gay Disaster, Drag Queens are the BEST, Period-Typical Homophobia, From Shitty Dads, Touch-Starved Steve Harrington

Summary:

Steve is just staring at him, looking at Eddie over his shoulder. Eyes wide, mouth open in a perfect O. The ring of the smack Eddie just delivered on his perfect, beautiful ass still resonating in the empty kitchen. Steve and Eddie are best friends. And Eddie can totally keep a lid on his feelings - even while Steve asks him question after question about kinky sex and makes Eddie take him to a sex shop. He can. Until he accidentally flogs Steve. Then…he can't.

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