#I am so sorry to everyone who is following me for steddie stuff

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute

MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️

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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.

He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.

It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.

He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He ignored the first question that popped up.

who got you that ring?

He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.

But then questions kept coming in.

R U ENGAGED???

usually the girl wears the ring right

If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe

The last one made him pause.

It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.

“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”

Steve put his hand down, sighing.

“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”

He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.

“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.

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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.

The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.

“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”

“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”

Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.

“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

She maybe had a crush on him, too.

“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”

Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?

It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.

He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.

Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.

He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.

“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.

Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”

“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.

“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.

“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.

“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.

“But I ruined our plan!”

“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”

“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”

Steve let out a long breath before responding.

“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”

“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”

Steve let out a small laugh.

“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”

“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”

He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.

Everything would be fine.

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“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.

He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.

Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.

“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.

“No, you’ll distract me.”

“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”

Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“What’s got you so worried?”

“Everything.”

Eddie sighed.

“But specifically.”

“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.

“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”

“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.

“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.

“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”

“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”

Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.

He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.

They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.

Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.

Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.

Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.

Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.

Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.

“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”

“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.

“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”

“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.

“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”

Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.

He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.

Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.

Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.

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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.

It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.

Now they didn’t.

Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.

They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.

When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”

“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”

“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.

Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.

“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.

“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.

[stevesbipanic]

B's 5k Celebration

Omg guys! 5000 of you like my stuff that's insane! To think only 7 months ago I started this blog just to get out some frustrations, which lead to headcanons which lead to drabbles to ficlets to full fledged fics is crazy! I'm honestly so thankful for all of you and every hilarious tag or comment of sobbing in my inbox or even just a like.

To celebrate I wanted to create a prompt list for you guys to send requests to me.

Rules:

Choose a prompt number(s)

Choose a vibe (fluff, angst, mixed, etc)

All fics will be Steddie based

You can request as many times as you like <3

Be patient with me getting to your request.

Follow the prompts with the hashtag #Bhits5k

Prompts

Dialogue Based

"Just give me a little time"

"What do you want?"/"I want you to choose me!"

"She's pretty"

"The only things worth doing in life are the things that scare us"

"Accidents happen....and everyone makes mistakes"

"Sorry, it's just that I get very nervous when someone else is driving."

"Go and live with her, then! See if I care."

"Am I supposed to be scared now?"

"A boy needs his father."

"You got a package for me?"

"Are you taking his side against me?"

"I miss moments like this more than anything."

"You had time to call the police. Why didn't you?"

"What do you remember about your mother?"

"For some reason, I'm attracted to you."

"You were always the loud one."

"I'm sorry if it upsets you, but I'm going to marry her."

"H-how long have you been standing there?"

"Quick, hide behind the sofa!"

"You embarrassed me this evening."

Situation Based

21. First Valentine's Day 22. Meet the Parents 23. Buying a House 24. Visiting a Grave 25. Break Up/Make Up 25 Part 2. Adopting a pet 26. Holiday abroad 27. Going to Pride 28. Scoops Visit 29. Birthday 30. Graduation

AU Based

31. Teacher 32. Famous 33. College 34. Vampires and/or Werewolves 35. Future 36. Single Parent 37. Different Season 38. Flower Shop and/or Tattoo Artist 39. Soulmates 40. Ghost

Big thank you to some of my friends I've made on here who helped me with some of the prompts and just in general being awesome and supporting me on here, I wouldn't write if it wasn't for you guys <3

@steveshairychest @stevethehairington @henderdads @strawberryspence @withacapitalp @unclewaynemunson @thefreakandthehair @thelastwalkingsoul @undreaming-fanfiction @corrodedcoughin @steddiealltheway @babyboymunson @yournowheregirl @steviesbicrisis @navnae and a bunch of people i've probably missed i love y'all

[terrificpairofcomiclads]

I’m so sorry to everyone who originally followed me for Steddie stuff, aesthetic stuff and Harry styles. Still love all those things but here I am, back on my 2012 bullshit. I fear I may be a Dan and Phil blog for the foreseeable future. ✌🏻 🧡

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 43 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

A/N: Please forgive the slow updates. We are about 2 or 3 chapters from the end of this portion of the story and I am getting it done as fast as I can. I've just upped my YouTube content from 1 vid a day to 3, so I'm a bit snowed at the moment while I get used to the new schedule, so sorry.

Click here for All Posted Chapters

Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

Also on AO3

Chapter 43.    Coping & Moving Forward

They weren’t exactly a sit in front of the TV and vegetate kind of family, but everyone was so wiped out from the day, that’s that what everyone seemed to fall into. Steve and Eddie had an end each of one of the couches, his mom and dad were sitting close to each other on the second and Wayne had taken up residence in the armchair.

Steve didn’t even realise he’d dozed off until the ringing of a phone woke him. He was halfway to it before he had even registered, he was moving.

“Hi, Robs,” he said as soon as he picked it up.

For a second there was silence from the other end of the line, which immediately worried him.

“How did you know it was me?” Robin asked.

That brought him up short.

“No idea,” he replied, because he was more worried about the tone of Robin’s voice. “Not important right now. What’s wrong?”

He heard Robin take a deep uneven breath.

“When we got home,” she said, “we started talking. Mom and Dad wanted to know what happened, how, how I really got involved in all this. I told them everything. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I thought … I thought it was cathartic, but now…”

She trailed off.

“It’s okay Robin,” he said in the gentlest way he knew how, “I’m coming to get you.”

He waved at Eddie across the room, beckoning him over.

“I’m going to leave Eddie on the phone with you, okay?” he explained. “I will be there before you know it.”

“Steve,” was all that came back.

He’d heard Robin like this before, in the weeks after Starcourt. Sometimes it was just too much. Her parents might know now, but the whole party already had their coping mechanisms and he and Robin had been each other’s for nearly a year now.

“I’m coming,” he promised before handing the receiver over to Eddie. “Just talk, please,” he told his boyfriend.

“Can do,” Eddie replied as Steve grabbed his keys and the walkie that was sitting beside them.

“Steve, is there anything we can do?” his dad asked from the other side of the room.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Maybe later. Thanks.”

He headed out the door quickly. The drive to Robin’s house was so familiar he could do it in his sleep. He probably broke several traffic laws, but he wasn’t paying attention, so he wasn’t sure. Pulling up outside of the Buckley residence, he was out of the car almost before the noise of the engine cut out.

The front door was already open. No need to climb in windows anymore. Mrs Buckley simply directed him towards the stairs. He found Robin sitting on the bottom step with the phone to her ear but face blank as if she was barely registering anything.

“Hey, Robs,” he said, sitting down next to her and gently prying the phone from her fingers.

She leaned into him instantly as he wound his other arm around her shoulders.

“Eds, thanks,” he said into the phone. “See you later.”

“Bye, Steve,” Eddie replied, and Steve put the receiver back on the cradle.

“Everyone’s safe,” Steve promised, even as Robin curled up against his chest, ear against his sternum.

He knew she was listening to his heartbeat. Sometimes all Robin could think about when she was like this was how they had been tied to chairs and she had had no idea if he was even alive. He would never stop her from making sure.

“You’re okay,” he said, kissing the top of her head, “I’m okay, everyone’s okay.”

“Keep thinking if you weren’t… well y’know…” Robin whispered. “What they did… you could be dead.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, totally getting what she was saying even without all the words. “But I am, and they messed up with us, and I’m not.”

He glanced up at Robin’s parents who were standing further down the hall by the front door. They were holding each other, worried frowns on their faces as they witnessed first-hand what the trauma had done to their daughter for the first time. Robin had been so careful to hide it from them. She didn’t have to anymore and Steve guessed that was both a blessing and a curse. He tried to convey that everything would be okay, but they couldn’t read him as well as Robin could, so he wasn’t sure how well he managed.

“Couldn’t do this without you, Dingus,” Robin said into his chest.

“Me either, Robs,” he assured her. “Where else am I going to find a platonic soulmate who will put up with an ex-jock idiot?”

“Not an idiot,” she said, and slapped him on the arm.

“Many would disagree,” he replied.

“Where, I’ll fight them,” she replied, before the tiniest sob escaped her.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his other arm around Robin as well and pulled her close. It was an awkward angle, but he didn’t remotely care.

Robin was not a big crier, as Steve had learned over their friendship, but when she did cry, she cried hard. He held her while she let it all out.

“I feel dumb,” she said eventually, sometime after she had cried herself out.

“How many times have you explained to me that crying is good for you?” he replied without hesitation. “Nothing to feel dumb about.”

“Made you come all the way over here,” Robin said, without lifting her face from his chest.

“Still doesn’t beat the time you rode all the way to my house on your bike in the rain because I called you on the walkie at 3am,” he countered. “Never too late, too much, or too far,” he added for good measure.

Robin finally pulled back a little at that and looked up at him.

“Love you, Dingus,” she said quietly.

“Love you too, Robs,” he replied and popped another kiss on the top of her head.

Her eyes slowly shifted from him to where her parents were standing.

“Love you too,” she said in a tiny little voice.

“Oh, Sweetie,” her mom said, finally moving closer.

“Sorry,” Robin apologised.

“Nothing to apologise for, Love,” her dad assured her.

Steve let her go as her parents approached and she ended up in a three-way hug. He couldn’t help wondering how many similar scenes there were in Hawkins this evening now that everyone’s parents finally understood what had been going on.

~*~

Steve was crashing. He could no longer escape the inevitable. All the nervous energy he had expended during the day was coming back to haunt him. In other circumstance he would have stayed at Robin’s house, but he had been all too aware of his parents and Eddie waiting for him back at his place. Hence, he had packed Robin in his car, invited her parents to use one of the guest rooms and driven back.

He kind of remembered giving his parents a quick explanation, not that he was sure how coherent he was, then getting Robin’s parents settled, but he really had no recollection of making it upstairs. The minty taste in his mouth suggested he had manged to clean his teeth, but he didn’t remember doing it. Or pulling on the sleep pants he was wearing or ditching the rest of his clothes.

“Okay, bed.”

Turning his head, he found Eddie standing next to him in the bathroom.

“Hey, Eds,” he said, smiling dopily, simply because he wanted to.

“You are adorable when you’re running on fumes,” Eddie replied, leaning in, and pecking him on the lips. “Come on.”

Eddie grabbed his hand and led him into the other room. The moment he saw Robin sitting up in the other side of the bed, be clambered in himself, lying down and dragging her to him. She curled up against him, head on his chest without a word and he wound his arm around her back. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to sleep, but he knew what Robin needed. Once she was comfortable, he held out his other hand to Eddie.

“I am going to die of cute overload,” Eddie muttered as he climbed in. “My dark and dangerous image may never recover.”

“Hate to break it to you, Lord of Dorks,” Robin replied sleepily, “but you lost that ages ago.”

“Are you challenging me?” Eddie asked even as he made himself comfortable, “because I can demonstrate how I got my reputation.”

“Bring it on,” Robin mumbled, clearly just as exhausted as Steve felt.

“Sleep,” he insisted as the closeness of his two favourite people in the world lulled him the final distance towards slumber. “Love you,” he whispered as he drifted off.

~*~

Eddie was hanging off Steve’s back as he added seasoning to the eggs he was cooking. A touch of paprika was amazing to get the tastebuds going.

“Good morning, boys.”

He felt Eddie go ridged for just a second at the sound of his mother’s voice.

“Mrs H,” Eddie said after a moment, moving back from Steve in a casual move that still had Steve’s heart thudding in his chest.

He hadn’t realised anyone else was up yet. Robin had curled up into a little ball and gone back to sleep when he had extracted himself from the pile of bodies in his bed. He had been a little surprised when Eddie had also decided to get up. That was until Eddie had revealed his pearly white fangs. They’d been as quiet as physically possible, hoping the noise of the shower running would cover everything else.

Steve was never going to get over how good Eddie feeding from him was.  It probably had something to do with why they had almost forgotten themselves once they came down to make breakfast. He really couldn’t get enough of Eddie, and it seemed to be mutual.

“Your son is being mysterious and won’t let me see what he’s making,” Eddie went on. “I’m sure you raised him to have better manners. Would you make a guest climb over you to get a peek at what’s for breakfast?”

It was a smooth excuse.

“You tried to add extra salt,” Steve did his best to play along. “You are a menace.”

He turned to give his mom a smile. She smiled back, but the lingering look she gave him had his stomach twisting in knots.

“Morning, Mom,” he said, praying that his perfectly calm façade was convincing.

“I gave up trying to interfere with Steve’s culinary exploits many years ago,” his mom said as she walked over to the coffee pot. “He’s been a better cook than me since he was twelve.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” he countered.

“Oh darling, it’s not,” his mom said. “I’ve never been particularly domestic, and your grandmother is the one with the gift in the kitchen. It definitely skipped a generation. I hate to break it to you darling, but all those cookies I made you as a child, straight out of a packet.”

“Mom, how could you?” Steve played along. “And I told all the kids at school how great a baker you were. Does rather explain all the Pillsbury packets I found in the trash that time though.”

Eddie’s giggle at that sent a delightful fizz up Steve’s spine. Wow, did he have it bad.

“Elementary school bake sales were always a dark time in my life,” his mom said, hand over her heart as he glanced round.

“I’ve heard they can be brutal,” Eddie joined in.

“Some parents can be very competitive,” was his mom’s response to that. “But I did make a very good friend when we paired up against a dad who took it way too far. The strongest bonds can be made in adversity.”

“No word of a lie,” Eddie said and caught Steve’s eye for a moment.

“Can I get either of you boys a coffee?” his mom asked, dragging his attention back.

“Not for me, thanks,” he replied, “but I’m pretty sure Eddie runs on the stuff by now.”

“I cannot help it that my system requires caffeine to function smoothly,” Eddie protested in his grandest tone. “You heard what our boy genius had to say.”

“And that was?” his mom asked.

Steve gave Eddie a quick glance.

“Oh, Henderson thinks I may have … um, Steve what was it called?” Eddie said.

“Attention deficit disorder,” he supplied, having made a mental note of it. “Apparently one of the symptoms can be that caffeine has a calming effect rather than what it does to most of us.”

“I’ll take the excuse anyway,” Eddie commented with a grin.

“I had to ween Steve’s father off too much coffee,” his mom said, as Steve transferred the eggs to a plate and popped them in the oven before moving on to doing some toast. “Unfortunately, when one reaches a certain point in life, caffeine is not always best for one’s health.”

“Wayne had to cut back and add in tea a couple of years ago after a scare,” Eddie revealed. “Turns out six cups at breakfast can give a guy palpitations.”

“Steve’s father was at a similar level,” his mom revealed. “It started in college. I’m sure he ran on the stuff. Such fond memories, well mostly.”

“You met your husband in college then?” Eddie asked.

“Steve has heard this story many times before,” his mom replied, “but, yes, his father and I met while we were studying at the same school. And talking of adversity, we met at what, at the time, I thought was the darkest point in my life.”

“That sounds ominous,” Eddie commented.

Steve smiled to himself, his mom was right, he had heard this story before, so many times.

“Steve’s father found me sitting in the rain, crying my eyes out because I had just been spectacularly dumped,” his mom told Eddie. “I must have been a sight. I had been sure I was madly in love. We had come together from high school, following each other to the same college, only for me to have my heart broken in less than three months.”

“How utterly terrible,” Eddie said, dramatic as ever.

“It was,” Steve’s mom said, playing to her audience. “I was heartbroken, and Steve’s father was so sweet. He took me to my sorority and made sure I was taken care of. Then he came over the next day to make sure I was okay. We became firm friends.”

“Just friends?” Eddie asked.

“Yes, at the time he had a girlfriend,” his mom replied. “He was the most eligible bachelor on campus thanks to being a Harrington. I became very good friends with Marie, his girlfriend, as well. They helped me get over the breakup.”

“How is Aunt Marie?” Steve asked. “We haven’t seen her in ages.”

“She called just last month,” his mom replied. “She has a new show coming up in July. Apparently, she’s branched out into ceramics.”

“You’re still friends with your husband’s ex?” Eddie asked, clearly confused.

“Oh, sorry, I’m getting sidetracked,” his mom apologised. “Yes, it was an amicable split. I fell in love with David, and I was doing my very best to pretend I hadn’t because he was with Marie, but one day she came to me and told me she though David and I were a far better fit and she was going to let him down gently, so I should take my shot. Marie dropped out of college soon after, moved to San Francisco and became a successful artist. She was my maid of honour at my wedding.”

“Aww, love conquers all,” Eddie said with a dopy smile that made Steve’s heart skip a beat.

“Indeed,” his mom said, “and Marie is a shining example of how love is always right when you follow your heart.”

“So, she found her perfect match as well then?” Eddie asked, even as Steve froze where he was standing.

“She did,” his mom confirmed, “and they have been very happy for almost as long as David and I have.”

“That’s awesome,” Eddie said.

Steve turned slowly to look at his mom because he knew something Eddie didn’t. The way his mom met his eyes, giving him a warm smile, sent his heart thudding. He was pretty sure he knew what she was saying without actually saying it. He also realised he had been an oblivious idiot.

“They don’t just live together because they’re both artists,” he said as reality dawned.

“No,” his mom replied, even though it hadn’t been a question.

Eddie had a cute little crinkle in his forehead.

“I feel stupid,” Steve said.

“It’s what they let people believe,” his mom said kindly. “It’s safer that way.”

The crinkle became a deep grove in Eddie’s brow.

“Aunt Marie lives with Auntie Annie,” Steve put his boyfriend out of his misery.

He could literally see Eddie’s brain processing that piece of information.

“San Francisco,” Eddie whispered as if that made everything make sense.

Steve saw exactly when the rest of the implications of the conversation clicked in Eddie’s head. Those big brown eyes he loved so much seemed to get larger and Eddie appeared to forget how to breathe for a moment. Eddie’s gaze darted to Steve’s mom and then back to him several times. Given that Steve was feeling just as unmoored, he wasn’t very good at being reassuring.

He was almost sure his mom was trying to let him know she suspected what was going on between him and Eddie and it was okay. However, that was such a big concept with so many ramifications if he was wrong, he didn’t know what to do. The fact that they might have been so obvious in only a couple of days also worried him. Of course, his mom did know him very, very well.

His dad chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” his dad greeted.

“Morning,” his mom replied, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek and hand him a mug of coffee. “We were just talking about Marie and Annie.”

“It’s been too long since we’ve seen them,” his dad replied. “We should get round to arranging a visit. When was Marie’s exhibition again?”

“Not until July,” his mom replied. “I’m sure we can have things settled enough by then to make some time for a trip.”

And the conversation continued from there as if his mom hadn’t just dropped a bomb on Steve. Eddie was better at pretending than him, hiding behind his larger-than-life persona while Steve went back to getting breakfast ready. He had so much to think about.

End of Chapter 43

Chapter 44

[wroteclassicaly]

Comfort

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington)

Summary: Mother Nature is a bitch, and well, so are you. Until your boyfriends decide to help out a little…

Pairings: Steddie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,757

Warnings: Language, NSFW, bodily fluids, anxiety, thrupple fighting, blood, period stuff, period sex, vaginal sex, obvious threesome, tooth rotting fluff & comfort, and MORE!

A/N: You know, I can’t ever write a fic with the general idea in mind, and stick to it. I always have to develop additions along the way. Anyways, I’m gonna try and keep this one short, and I hope it makes sense, lol. It started out as comfort and I decided to just go for it, so if period sex/blood in smut is not your thing—AVOID! I also couldn’t decide between the two men, thus I am doing a three way again!

The feedback on She’s Trouble has been immaculate and astounding to me! I thank all of you so much, with all my heart! I’m sorry I couldn’t reply to everyone, it was just a lot! But I saw every comment and tag! 💘🥹

Also, I’m not using tags, because I don’t know who will and will not be comfortable with this kind of content!

I hope y’all enjoy this?! <3 - Kristen

~*~

You tried to be still at the Wheeler’s kitchen table, you really did. Listening to Nancy get lost in a speech about her latest editorial, Robin hyping her up on the sidelines, and the kids throwing popcorn at each other in the living room, with Mike bitching about it getting in the carpet and pissing his mom off. Your heels haven’t touched the floor since you began bouncing your feet about ten minutes ago, fingers fighting twitching urges to staple themselves to your temples. There’s probably a sour look of disgust on your face, but you’re starting to pass that point where do not you care. With the last dousing of humid air over Hawkins, Indiana, you feel as if your entire core temperature is a blazing inferno.

Combine that with the lacking effects your morning shower had to keep you cooled down, and you make for one pissed off person. You roll your eyes at your own dramatic antics, squirming in the seat and causing it to make a shifting squeak. It must be louder than you heard, as Nancy is questioning you. “Hey, you okay, Y/N?”

Dear god in Heaven, why is she drawing attention to me?

You fold your arms across your chest, tucking them neatly, teeth grinding as you force out, “I’m fine, Nance.”

“You don’t look fine. You actually, kinda look like you’re about to puke.” Robin interjects, hand draped across the chair adjacent to yours.

If you could move without that disgusting flood between your legs, then you would probably kill your best-friend for stating the obvious.

“Who’s gonna vomit?” Comes a deep voice that takes his place beside Nancy, who now has her brows knit in concern. Steve.

And wherever he goes, Eddie has followed, as of lately. You’re clenching your lids closed, head bowing, hands resting across your heated cheeks. When you look up, Eddie has that stupid shit eating grin on his face that you can’t decide if you want to punch or kiss. An automatic shared stare is directed your way, making you sink under its observation, nausea growing.

Steve speaks first, noting your disheveled appearance. There’s sweat beading all over your face, tension in your normally relaxed muscles, and you give an air of a trapped animal. He frowns, moving around the table and readying his large hand to place on your forehead. You quickly dart off, waving your hands. “How about no, dude?”

Dude? Since—

“when do you call Harrington a dude, baby?” Eddie cuts Steve’s internal questioning, confusing himself.

“When he starts crowding my personal space, Edward. That’s when.” You snap, Nancy clicking her tongue as the wheels spin in her head and she lands on knowing exactly what is going on with you.

Eddie’s jaw unhinges in a comical pry, hand splaying across his heart. “Okay, now that was just nasty.”

“Um, do I look at all like I care?” Hands on your hips, that crowded anxiety begins tangoing with your hormones, anger seeping from your pores like acid.

You know your mood towards them is irrational, you are too aware. But there’s a devil on your shoulder that goes by Aunt Flo, and she’s getting her kicks by pulling your strings.

“Okay, that’s enough. What is going on with you?” Steve raises his deep voice a few octaves, annoyed and defensive of himself and your shared partner.

Ever-changing moods, guilt swells in your chest, carving out its permanent residence for the next several days. Your vision blurs and you clamber from your seat, apologizing to Robin and Nancy, before walking over to where Eddie and Steve stand side by side, your fingers brushing over their hands, voice barely above a whisper. “M’ sorry. I just wanna go home, please.”

Eddie is perturbed. It was his week to pick out the restaurant for date night, and you’d all planned on driving over there after your excursion at the Wheelers. And now you’re acting like he and Steve are dog shit on your shoes. He’s nauseated.

Nancy is quick to catch you in a hug before you can leave, rubbing up and down your shoulders, her voice by your ear. “They might be guys, but I’m pretty sure they’ll understand if you tell them what’s going on.” She pecks your cheek and gives you another squeeze, sliding back and away, dropping off with an, “I’ll call you later, okay?”

You’ve never been more grateful for her and that mutual understanding.

~*~

The ride back to your house is silent. You’d opted for the backseat of Steve’s BMW, leaving your boyfriends up front with each other, stealing glimpses of your exhausted face in the rear view. When you do arrive at your cul-de-sac, you linger on the door handle, partially expecting them to object to your retreat. Eddie, whom can read you like a fucking textbook he’d studied three times over in school—isn’t having it. You can’t blame him.

“We’re goin’ on the date. You can stay home and mope and bitch at the wall. We’ll bring you somethin’ back later.” He’s got his hands folded across his black t-shirt clad chest, opting to cast his gaze elsewhere as you silently remove yourself from the car, heart being pulverized beneath your breast.

“No, it’s okay. Don’t… just don’t worry about it, yeah?” It comes off jagged and fragmented, versus how you wanted it to sound—reassuring and strong.

You watch them both in the beginning stages of blurred vision. Steve is holding onto the wheel tightly, his expressions fighting for dominance—ones that you can’t decipher in the moment. Anger or defeat, maybe? You nod, at who, you aren’t sure. You wring your fingers together.

“Well, okay. Be safe and have a good time.” As if Aunt Flo didn’t destroy your entire day, she up and leaves you for vacation, obliterating all your previous anger.

Stupid fucking hormonal bitch.

“I love you.” Comes off your lips in a softness that is directed at them both.

Eddie does seek you out then, nostrils flaring, chocolate irises softening. Steve opens and closes his mouth, words caught. You don’t stay behind to embarrass yourself any longer.

~*~

Cramps that are absolutely devouring your insides, you figure that’s a good punishment for your attitude today. Tylenol, nor the heating pad are helping, and your migraine has only worsened since you got off the phone with Nancy and an apologetic Robin, who made enough ‘crimson tide’ jokes to take you into the next century. Smoothing things over with them eased some anxieties, but you can’t stop thinking about how your boys are enjoying the date that Eddie was so excited about. Is it a burger joint that will be followed by chocolate shakes and handcuffs? Or maybe it’s a fancy little pizzeria and some cheap wine, with Eddie’s finest stash and his sinfully gifted mouth?

Whatever it is, it’s your fault that you’re not partaking. Scrubbing a hand across your tear stained eyes, you discard the heating pad and opt for some good ol’ fashioned sulking in your room. However, you don’t make it to the stairs before your front door is being unlocked and opened by the spare key, making you swallow in fear, uncertainty about who is there, until sunsets’ golden hues cast a halo around Steve Harrington’s beautiful face, his form framed in your doorway. His chestnut locks are discombobulated, but those freckles are crystal clear consolations. When he drinks you in, you immediately run into his embrace, his biceps flexing to hold onto the bags in each hand, letting them go, not even seconds later, enfolding you in a cocoon of: aftershave, Eddie’s lingering cigarette smoke, cologne, and freshly washed clothing. Steve.

You bury your face in his baby blue Henley, cheek tickled by wisps of chest hair that peeks out from a few undone buttons. He begins rubbing your back, strong hands kneading that specific tension at your tailbone, a moan dipping off your lips at the muscular relief. You mewl into him, his hands cupping your cheeks as you pull away with closed eyes, head tilted back.

“There we go, honey.” He’s praising, thumbpads scraping your cheekbones, down to your jawline. “What a good-fucking-girl.”

Broken syllables are uttered from you, a diaphragm depth voicing of neglected need, staved off by hormones. Steve knows what words and phrases get your bones dusted to ash, your body a pile of goo. And through a confusing midst, you’re worried about having to turn away his implications. These kinds of sensual conversations always lead to you underneath your boyfriend, cunt stuffed full of his fat cock, tears cooling in your lash line, Eddie encouraging Steve to fuck you just a little past your limit, because that limit is heightened each time. But right at this very moment… you can’t.

You feel the shiver overtake you, and Steve holds you closely again, fingertips striking goosebumps alive along the expanse of your arms.

“Leave me with half the load out here, Harrington. And look at this? Hogging our girl, dude?” Eddie interrupts, a little winded and depositing more grocery bags in your doorway beside Steve’s feet. His repeating your earlier phrase—sans malice or biting sarcasm, it has you grinning, making Eddie help himself to wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Eddie’s spicy and earth scent, cluttered with that cigarette smoke off his fresh pack, it collides into Steve’s, rendering you into that overlapping heap of stupid slut. And your little shits, they know. It’s what has you trying to pull away, remembering your situation. Eddie knocks his knuckles beneath your shirt, caressing and massaging that same spot Steve had pinpointed. You’re whimpering, pleading. “Don’t. I can’t right now, Eds.”

And if you thought Eddie Munson couldn’t surprise you anymore in this lifetime, you’d be damned for eternity. His lips find the shell of your ear, that smirk that causes his teeth to graze your lobe. It works itself off his tongue, hot and offered. “A little blood won’t stop the fun, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen so hard that a protesting sting takes place in the muscles. You want to bury yourself in the floor and never come out, sidestepping their holds and becoming guarded. “How do you even know?”

“Nance,” Steve answers nonchalantly, “we called her when we went back to Eds place after dropping you off.”

“Wait, what about the date?” You’re in a stammering disbelief. “You didn’t let me ruin it, please fucking tell me—“

“Babe, and I mean this in the most respectful of ways,” Eddie says as he steps forward, gripping your shoulders, “can you please stop talking for five minutes and let Harrington’s sweet mouth explain? Besides, no way we were actually gonna go on that date without you.”

Steve smirks. Your brows pinch together and you huff, giving Steve the leeway to continue, meanwhile your heart is swollen with affection at Eddie’s admission. “At first she didn’t want to tell us, saying it wasn’t her place, but then Munson over there wouldn’t quit doing that begging thing he does, and then Robin started in by telling Nance that she can’t imagine his cute puppy eyes in agony, so… yeah.”

“Really?” You snort, shaking your head at your rocker boyfriend.

“Hey! It worked though, didn’t it?” Eddie is grinning, a grin that you most definitely want to kiss. “Found out our girl’s got a case of bein’ on the rag.”

“Must you use that phrase, Eddie?” You wince, your hand resting on your lower abdomen.

Steve remembers the bags and nudges Eddie’s shoulder to help him pick them up and take them into your kitchen. You’re stealing peeks when they’re discarded onto the kitchen counter, like a kid at Christmas time. Steve places his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and using his palms to dig into that ache in your stomach, soothing it.

This guy is a fucking Adonis…

“Go ahead, baby. The stuff is for you. Well, some of it is for the big kid over there.” Steve chortles, Eddie flipping him the bird as he snatches his gummy worms from a sack.

“I don’t deserve it. I was a bitch to you guys.” You are mortified and saddened, hand pausing on the crinkling plastic.

Steve pecks your shoulder blade, pressing his cheek into the curvature of your neck. “Yeah, you were, but it’s not like you didn’t have a reason. And this stuff—total magic. An aphrodisiac to Mother Nature.”

“Nance totally told you guys what I’d need, huh?” You laugh, Steve joining in.

“We still remembered your favorites though. Lots of chocolate, Pringles, half of the gummy worms from Eddie’s bag.” At this, Eddie looks up, candy pinched between his milky white teeth. It’s endearing, really.

“Don’t forget about all the movies we hoarded from your work!” Eddie adds in. “Chick flicks galore, and lotsa horror. Maybe even a porno or two.” He sucks his sticky fingers into his mouth, letting them drop out with a pop.

Steve hums, nipping at your neck. “Let him talk me into bondage this time. He promises we’ll like it.” A kiss is seared into your skin.

You aren’t aware that you’ve began grinding back against Steve, tongue licking across your parched lips, hands shredding the bags’ handle, pupils blown as you watch Eddie, until Steve is groaning and pumping his hips into your backside, beckoning you closer. “Aw, fuck. That’s it, babygirl, rub that ass all over my cock.”

“Too m-messy.” You try, but make zero effort to stop.

“Messes are made to be cleaned, Y/N. You think we’re incapable of doing that?” Eddie is stalking closer, wedging himself between you and the counter, leaving you smashed between your guys. Eddie dips in a bend, then drags his already growing bulge over your clothed cunt. Steve is swelling against your ass, making you a simpering mess. They pass you back and forth in bumping thrusts, each matching the other, dominating your own, their mouths attaching fresh marks across each side of your neck.

You toss your hands back, pulling on two textured sets of hair. “Gotta stop. Fuck, s’ not… I can’t.”

And then they do stop. It makes all the blood rush to your head, dizzy. Eddie’s fingertip nicks your chin, tilting. “Ask us to stop then, Y/N.”

“And we will. You know we will.” Steve is speaking behind you. They share a look of love and strength.

You’re brimmed with an engulfing desire that is smothering every cell of common sense you possess. “I want. I just want…”

“You want Stevie’s cock in that messy little pussy, or mine?” Eddie kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Can’t decide. Need someone.” Oh yeah, you’re a goner.

“Think you’re lucid enough to follow us upstairs and help put some towels down, lover?” Eddie is amused, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

~*~

“That good?” Strong and thick thighs are pressed into the globes of your ass, hair tickling your flesh.

You bury your face into Steve’s freckle littered neck, muttering, legs trembling. “Mhm.”

“She’s so warm, Eds. Wait until you feel how different her pussy is like this.” His pupils are blown into a glossy black, flecks of cinnamon being all that remain of his hazel irises.

You can’t help but to tighten around Steve, legs locking around his waist, tugging him in closer as Eddie drapes himself across your chest and sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth, cushioning his bites with those plush lips. Steve lets out this feral whimper, stifling it in your neck as he falls forward, driving himself into your overly wet pussy, the blood and arousal making it a slippery, but too easy of a glide. You’ve soaked the towel below, a fascination Eddie can’t take his eyes off of, stroking his cock in time with Steve’s rhythmic movements. That spot is hit inside of you and it’s more intense than you ever remember, making your vision black out, thigh trembling beyond your control. Eddie, patient and awaiting his turn with you, brings your mouth to his for a kiss, his tongue caressing your own in a sloppily slick push.

Saliva strings on the break-away, Eddie’s fondness of you growing. “S’ all tender and soaked inside? Gonna make me feel as good as it’s makin’ Stevie feel?”

You’re trying to nod, but it’s weak. “It’s amazing. You’re both, so fucking good. You’re everything.” You babble on.

Steve lifts his face from the cove of your jugular, licking at your sex-drenched skin. “That’s comfort, baby.”

[stevethehairington]

Congratulations!! Honestly I’ve never seen a fic get anywhere close to 1k so 2k is so fucking impressive. That’s insane! I was wondering if you have any tips for bringing in readers? Obviously your writing is amazing. Currently I’m struggling to get 20 kudos. 😅

so sorry for the late reply, it's been a busy week! but thank you so much!!!!! i'm honestly so like shocked that it's managed to get up to 2k! it just baffles me that at least two thousand people have read/liked something that i wrote. it's incredibly validating and i just feel so so so grateful.

ooh, tips for bringing in readers hm.

share your fic on multiple platforms! obviously, once that fic is posted it's going to show up in the tags you've used on ao3 (assuming that's where you've posted it!), but you want it to reach more than just those looking on ao3, because not everyone looks in the general pairing tag or narrows their search down to the trope tags you may have used. so my advice here, is to take that link and make a tumblr post with it! make a tweet that includes it! throw that link up on instagram if you use that for fandom stuff. if you're in any discord servers for that fandom/pairing, drop the link there too! spread it around as far and wide as you can so you can get as many eyes on it as possible!

do not be afraid of some good ol' shameless self-promo! in the same vein as #1, don't be afraid to then promote those posts you've made about your fic! self-reblog, self-retweet, self-rewhatever! get your fic circulating! it's your blog/page/account, so you shouldn't ever feel bad about boosting up your own content!

find yourself a good group of friends who will hype the hell out of you and your works! not only is it ridiculously nice to have a group of people who you can talk with about fandom stuff, and spitball ideas with, and discuss theories or headcanons with until they turn into something more, but it is also soooo incredible to have people that are in your corner and that will read anything you put out and who will then also reblog/retweet/rewhatever your fics too! even if you run in the same general circle, they're still going to have connections with other people that you won't, so if they help you out by reblogging your fic, then that spreads it even further than just your own followers. and like, in my experience, fandom friends will be some of the most ride or die, supportive people that will stop at nothing to hype you up to the highest point they possibly can, so like hang onto them as tight as you possibly can because they are just the absolute best things ever <3

create some sort of banner/moodboard/graphic to go with the fic i have not personally done this, just because i am usually far too impatient once i finish a fic and i just want to get it up asap lol, BUT. i know that there are fics i've seen that have totally eye catching banners or moodboards or things like that that the writers will attach to the beginning of the fic but also to their promo posts, and those absolutely will grab attention! like, someone will be scrolling through the tag and see the banner/moodboard/whatever you made and go woah, that's cool, what is this? and they'll check out your post and if it's something they decide they're into, then the fic itself too!

i'm trying to think if there's any other advice i could give you, but tbh these are the things i stick to doing the most with my own fics. hopefully that was at least a little bit helpful!! i wish you the absolute best of luck, though! trying to get engagement on writing can be very difficult, but it's really awesome that you're putting yourself out there no matter what and sharing something you've created! that's so special and you should be very proud of yourself for that!!

(also, if your fic is a steddie fic or another st pairing that i'm into and you want to drop me the link i would totally love to check it out!!)