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I can’t draw backgrounds for shit so there’s that. I’m gonna work on that lol. This is for a steddie rp I’m in :> not perfect but yeah. Just a little something. I saw that daddy long legs tattoo on Pinterest when exploring and had to give it to Eddie because it gives me his vibes.

Anyways like dm me if ya wanna chat about steddie, or roleplaying, or random shit– whatever. Hope ya like it.

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The Weight of Nothing

I haven't had much time to write in the past little while, and this has been sitting mostly edited for months now... so I finished it up! Enjoy <3

Steddie - E - 8K - Tags: Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Public Nudity, In Public, Public Masturbation, Situational Humiliation, Humiliation, Stripping, Undressing, fantasizing about getting caught

Summary

They're supposed to be watching a movie at the drive-in, but Eddie finds the movie boring and can't stop fidgeting. Steve gets tired of the distraction, and the way he deals with it is as compelling as it is shocking.

Excerpt

The movie is kind of boring, but there's always something nice about sitting in the car, surrounded by people but inaccessible to them, everyone doing the exact same thing—unless people in one of the other cars start messing around.

Eddie usually doesn't blame them for that, it's a pretty romantic setting, all dark and private but not so private that it loses that dangerous thrill that drives a lot of people to get their hands on each other in public.

And honestly, if any of their dates look half as good in their clothes as Steve looks in his, well. He really couldn't blame them.

Their snacks are already gone about thirty minutes in, and Eddie starts zipping and unzipping his jacket, the leather creaking at his elbow as he moves his arm. He'd barely notice if it wasn't for Steve glancing at him every half minute, his eyes narrowed into a harder glare each time.

"If you can't leave that alone, fucking take it off," he finally snaps.

It's warm enough in the car and honestly? Eddie doesn't actually think he could leave the zipper alone. It's a siren—the temptation there is enormous. So he shrugs and pulls his arms out, twisting around to get it out from behind himself.

He tosses it into the back seat and settles, looking at Steve with an innocent smile, pretending like he's on his best behavior.

"Problem solved," he says, winking at his shocked face.

Steve probably didn't think he'd get away with telling Eddie to do something so easily, but Eddie likes to throw him for a loop once in a while. And it's more entertaining than the movie, which is dry and dialogue heavy but not in the sexy romance or gritty action kind of way.

"Sure," Steve says, blinking a few times before turning back to the screen.

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they traumatized a man with big brown doe eyes and a slutty waist and they want me to be normal about it ?

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new guy clinging to the inside of my skull

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Passing Notes (and other tropes) by harmonictechnicality

Rating: E

69,363 words, 12/12 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort. Light BDSM. Soft Dom Eddie Munson. Choking. Dirty Talk. like turn around now if you don't like dirty talk , Spit Kink, Bottom Steve Harrington, Strip Tease, Phone Sex, First Time, Dry Humping, script format scenes for banter purposes, brief mention of kink shaming, 1983 dnd boys make a minor appearance, Praise Kink, Possessive Behavior, Bullying, Minor Violence, 80's Pop Culture References, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Not Beta Read, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Love Bites, we're living in my delusional headcanon that Steve is an 18 year old junior in high school

Summary:

And as Steve drives home, he knows what he should be thinking. He should be so proud of himself for having this breakthrough. He should be wildly excited that he had a productive conversation with the opposite sex - or anybody, for that matter. He should be patting himself on the back on the prospects of being Just Friends with Nancy Wheeler instead of gaining another number to his dumb body count list. He should be reveling in the news that he is capable of change. But Steve’s not thinking about any of those really wonderful things. He’s only thinking about one thing:

‘Nancy’s little bother called me douchey-looking-hair-guy, and I cannot wait to tell Eddie Munson.’

 

Or:

What if Steve Harrington had found himself in detention with Eddie Munson on the day he was supposed to take Nancy Wheeler on their first date? How drastically different would his life be?

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It's Wayne that goes with him when he buys the truck. He offers to go with him. Uses one of his few days off to do it.

On the way there, it strikes Steve that his own father would never do this with him. The man hadn't even bought the Beemer himself, just sent an assistant to take care of it. And here Wayne is, driving them to a used car dealership, humming along to some old country-western song on the radio.

It takes three dealerships for them to find it, but Wayne is patient, stoic, takes careful note of the cars that catch Steve's interest. He asks the salesman if he can pop the hood, peers at the engine, kicks the tires. He asks questions Steve would never think of, about adjustments to the odometer, history of repairs, if it was in any accidents.

Steve never considered wanting a truck, doesn't think it's his style. But he's walking the lot at the third dealership, and he sees it. It's a Chevy, blue and white, a few years old. It's in good condition, but was obviously used for work.

He walks towards it.

"You like this one?" Wayne asks. If he's surprised, he doesn't show it.

"Yeah, it's--yeah," Steve nods.

Wayne does his checks, asks his questions, gives a nod of approval.

It's the first car he takes on a test drive.

He barely has it on the road before he knows it's the one. It surprises him. He always thought he was his true self in the BMW, but now--the engine has a throaty grumble to it, can feel it rumbling through his foot on the pedal, and it's--it's--perfect.

"This it?" Wayne asks as they pull back into the lot.

"Yeah, yes. It's. Yeah."

"Well, let's get to hagglin."

Wayne is, of course, an expert haggler. By the end of it, he's got a couple thousand dollars knocked off the asking price, Steve more than within budget.

They drive back to Wayne's little house on the outskirts of Hawkins, the one the government gave him, the sun just disappearing behind the horizon.

Eddie stands on the small porch, wide smile on his face.

"Wow, Wayne," he says. He wraps an arm around his uncle's shoulders. "You really did a number on him."

"It's a solid vehicle, Ed."

"Never took you for a truck man, Harrington," Eddie teases.

"Can't you see how gorgeous she is?"

Eddie raises an eyebrow, his smile not faltering. "Wow, it's true love then."

"Looks like it. Wanna come for a ride?"

There's only a second where Eddie hesitates, but then he's running inside to grab shoes, tripping on his way to the truck.

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It happened like this:

Eddie Munson died in the Upside Down in 1986.

He's reanimated by Vecna for the final battle, a puppet to do his master's bidding.

When they win, when Vecna is dead in a pile of dessicated vines, they can't find Eddie. Scour the Upside Down for him and come up empty. They have to assume he's dead, like everything else there, kept alive only by Vecna's power. None of them want to leave without him, but the world is destabilized, they can't stay, El has to close the gates.

That night, Steve pulls the battle vest from under his bed, sobs into the blood-soaked denim, the grief from the loss just as fresh as March of '86.

He and the kids, they go visit Wayne. It becomes a regular thing.

Two weeks after the end of Vecna, Wayne calls him. He's panicked, near hysterical, nothing like the man Steve's come to know.

He goes, fast as he can, to Wayne's house. All the lights are off, the front door ajar, and he runs, clattering into the living room.

Wayne is in the recliner, face pale and strained, and on the couch--on the couch--

Eddie Munson.

His hair's lank, his skin sallow, the light in his eyes dim, but it's him. Unquestionably.

Steve does the only thing he can think of, calls Hopper. He shows up a little while later with El and Will.

"I called Owens," Hopper says.

"Why would you do that?" Steve is angry.

"Look, kid, I get it. But none of us are equipped to deal with this."

He's right, so they wait.

It doesn't take the doctor, El, and Will long to figure that Eddie is Eddie, even though his heart beats a little slow and his skin's always cold and his blood is slightly the wrong color. He's still at least 75% human, and that's enough.

Only those six people know. It's dangerous to tell anyone else when the world still thinks Eddie Munson is a serial murderer. Owens asks for time to clear his name, and they have no choice but to agree.

After two days, Steve thinks he should give Eddie and Wayne space, but as he rises to go, Eddie's hand grips his wrist. "Stay?" He asks. Steve doesn't leave.

It's hard, keeping the secret from the rest of the kids, Robin. He wants to tell her, more than anything. About how they share a bed most nights, how he's memorizing the shape of Eddie's body in a way he shouldn't, how the gentle desire turns to profound longing--but Eddie's safety is the most important thing, so Steve keeps it to himself.

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They go out in Steve's truck almost every night, always on backroads. It's the only way Eddie can leave the house.

It's Steve's favorite thing, the only time Eddie seems truly happy. They roll the windows down, turn the music up, and whip around deserted farm roads. Sometimes, Eddie will stick his head out the window, shout out into the night.

Steve is in love with him.

He has no idea if Eddie feels the same, figures it doesn't matter. He'll harbor this flame for the rest of his life without complaint because Eddie is alive.

He thinks he's done a good job at hiding his feelings, thinks he's able to avert his gaze, hide his blush, when Eddie comes out of his room in only his boxers, thinks Eddie hasn't noticed how Steve's eyes linger when they share joints lying in the bed of the truck.

Except tonight--tonight--they're driving back home, and Eddie, he's been quiet, distant, fidgety, and now he reaches out to turn down the radio, which has Steve's stomach in a knot.

"You--Steve, you've been so great. To me and Wayne, and--you're family, you know? To us, you're--but--"

And Steve thinks this is it, that Eddie noticed, that he's being let down easy, and he wants to throw up, cry, but Eddie's still talking.

"You have a life to live, right? You're--you're 23 and you're not stuck here like me, and I know Robin is ready to go and the kids are--they're going to college soon, and you shouldn't stay here for me, I'm--"

"What?" Steve says.

"What?" Eddie echoes.

"I don't want to leave," Steve says.

"But--"

"Where you are is where I want to be."

"I'm in love with you," Eddie says. Cover his face with his hands.

Steve pulls the truck to the shoulder. His hands are shaking.

"You love me?"

"I'm sorry." His apology is muffled. "I didn't mean--I know this fucks up--"

"Eddie." He says, soft. "Look at me?"

One deep brown eye peers up at him. "Eddie, I--I'm hopelessly in love with you."

Both eyes now, mouth a bright curve. "You mean it, Harrington?"

"Fuck, can't get enough of you, Munson."

"You know, if I thought for a second anything like was possible, I would've--fuck, I would've made a move ages ago. I would've--"

"Shut-up," he whispers against Eddie's mouth. "Kiss me."

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And later, Robin will ask if he has someone, and he'll say yes, and she'll ask, soft, "is it him?" and he'll nod, and they'll both cry.

Later, a news report, Eddie Munson's body was recovered from the bottom of Sattler Quarry, bearing the same wounds as Vecna's other victims.

Later, Chief Powell will hold a press conference, say they're looking for a man named Henry Creel, wanted on suspicion of killing his mother and sister and the aggravated assault of his father with an MO that matches the 1986 killing spree.

Later, Steve will shave Eddie's head, Eddie crying softly as the hair tumbles to the bathroom floor. Steve will kiss the tears away, one by one, say, "I know it's hard to let go. But we'll move away, to a place where people say 'you look like that guy, that Eddie Munson,' and you'll say, 'I get that a lot,' and your hair will grow back, if you want it to."

Later, they'll invite everyone to Wayne's , everyone except Dustin, busy in Boston with an internship, and Eddie will be there to welcome them.

Later, he and Eddie will take the truck, drive up to Boston. And Eddie, he'll spy Dustin first, walks up to him and says, "Pretty metal tattoos, little dude," and they'll all cry until Dustin stops to yell at them for keeping the secret.

Later, Steve and Eddie will leave MIT--Dustin screeching that they have to call him every night promptly at 8pm still ringing in their ears-- in search of their future.

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My lil winter exchange for @hotluncheddie ! Hope you like it!💖💖🥳

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Some frat boy Steve as a gift for @plutosrose for the @steddieexchange, hope you like it <3 <3

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November Dream - Philia 08 - Cheimaphilia

Written for the Third Annual Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge!

Steddie - Rated: E - CW: Mild alcohol usage

Secondary pairings: Argyle/Jon/Nancy (established, Robin/Chrissy (pre-relationship/getting together), Steve x everyone (except for Robin) Tags: Alternate Universe - 1990s, Cheimaphilia, Psychrophilia, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Undressing, the power of the humble gin & tonic, Late Autumn Setting, Teasing

Summary

Cheimaphilia involves sexual pleasure and arousal from the cold or winter weather. This fetish can manifest in various ways, such as enjoying the sensation of cold air on the skin, fantasizing about sexual encounters in snowy landscapes, or even incorporating ice or snow into sexual activities ---

Steve was just looking for a little relief, but he couldn't have predicted where that takes him.

Excerpt

"Hey," Eddie calls as he comes out to join him, carefully shutting the door behind him. "It's nice out here."

Steve looks over his shoulder, unable to keep his smile down when he notices Eddie looking at his ass. He resists the urge to push it out more. Everyone's used to how Eddie will look at people, but Steve seems to be the only one who wants to do anything about it.

"Yeah, nice and cool," he says. "You finally get too hot?"

Eddie laughs around where he's chewing on a toothpick. He doesn't smoke anymore either, given the condition his lungs are in, so he's always got something to bite or play with in his mouth. Steve usually ends up watching him do it, but Eddie has his own staring problem too, so by this point he's not really self conscious about it.

"Nah," he says, coming up to lean beside him. He's got his leather jacket on. "Thought I'd keep you company, didn't want you to get lonely."

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I’m excited to share my Steddie Winter Exchange gift for Sami (@/passthesteddie on ao3 and twitter) I am also a fan of the fluff trope and these two just being absolutely smitten with each other whenever possible 🥹 they deserve all the happy moments. Thank you @steddieexchange for putting this together 🧡

happy holidays everyone!

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"Ive dreamt about this before" Steve mentioned off hand as he began wetting down eddies hair

"What having me wet naked and at your mercy?" Eddie jokes clearly trying to cover up the general uncomfort from the situation of needing help showering.

"No in those I'm usually the one at your mercy" Steve answers casually, immediately forcing Eddie to untwist from where he had tried to look at Steve at shock at the statement "I was talking about your hair, its nice but it would be so pretty if you took care of it" he continued as if he hadn't just admitted to fantasizing about being at eddies mercy.

"Time to make your dreams come true big boy"

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“So… whose bright idea was this?”

Happy holidays bbs!!

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That baby blue pickup was bought exclusively so monster Eddie can ride in the back. He’s too big to fit in a normal car now 🛻👹🤭

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I always considered Dustin wearing the battle vest or wearing his rings but never considered him getting one of Eddie’s tattoos 😭