#pre official steddie

[morganski-19]

The One With the Morning After

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Eddie wakes up with Steve’s half on top of him. The realization of what happened last night hitting him all at once. Fear setting into his face as Steve starts to stir. Nestling his face into Eddie’s neck. Eddie looks at Steve, not knowing what to do. Where this is going to go from here.

He’s not stupid. He knows that this isn’t something he can give up that easy. Knowing that Steve thinks of him the same way. Enough to abandon their friends and go hook up in a storage closet. But would it be enough to have something more. To finally cross that line.

Was Eddie ready for that? For the possibility of getting hurt again? He’s not sure.

Steve’s eyes finally blink open. Body stiffening when he realizes where he is, before relaxing into Eddie again. “Hey,” he mutters, voice full of sleep.

“Hey.”

“How’d you sleep?”

It’s the best sleep Eddie’s had in a while. He forgot how nice it was to fall asleep next to somebody. To wake up tangled together full of warmth and affection.

“Pretty good, you?” His heart is beating so fast he’s afraid Steve might feel it.

Steve props himself up on his arm, looking down at Eddie. “Good.”

He kisses Eddie in a way he can’t help but sink into. “So you don’t regret it?”

“No, I don’t. Do you?” Steve looks nervous, like he’s ready to get rejected.

Thing is, he sort of is. Eddie isn’t ready to give him the relationship Steve wants or deserves. But he didn’t regret it. Not one bit. Steve’s too important to regret it.

“It’s not that I don’t regret it,” Eddie starts. Getting cut off when Steve huffs and rolls onto his back.

“Just that you can’t do anything serious. It was a one time thing, I get it.”

“Well,” Eddie holds out. “I didn’t say that.”

Steve turns his head. “What?”

“Something casual, you know.” Eddie sits up and turns to face Steve, able to express with his arms. “We see each other, but casually. Nothing serious, no labels. No strings attached. Just like we were doing before, but with other benefits.”

“Benefits?” Steve asks arrogantly, propping himself up on his elbows. “So formal.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “A million people use that term. What would you rather me use? Hooking up? Doing the deed? Tumble in the hay?”

Steve hooks a finger on Eddie’s shirt, pulling him into another kiss. “You are such a smart ass.”

“And you are very enticing.”

“Enticing, wow. Pulling out the whole dictionary for me, Munson?”

“Shut up.”

Eddie leans in to kiss him again before Steve pulls away when his phone dings. Typing something out before putting space between him and Eddie.

“Robin’s going to be having an extended breakfast with her new friend. You know what that means?”

“We can revisit what happened in that storage closet but in much more comfortable circumstances.” Eddie leans towards Steve, getting in his space again.

Steve rolls his eyes, pushing Eddie away. “No, we have to comfort Nancy. Who’s probably more hungover than she should be and in mourning of a relationship that should have started five years ago.”

“Shit, you’re right. You think she’s up?”

“Don’t know, let’s go find out.”

They get out of bed, Eddie going to knock on Nancy’s door. A small reply letting him know that it’s ok to come in. He waves Steve to follow him.

Nancy’s laying in her bed, scrolling old pictures on her phone. Eventually landing on a picture of Nancy and Robin right after they graduated college. Looking happy and close. Like someone could mistake them for a couple, which a few did. Nancy always swooping in first to correct them. Missing the discouraged look Robin gave every time.

“Am I a complete idiot,” she whispers when they enter, awkwardly standing in front of her.

“No,” Eddie assures. Crouching down to look at her. “And this is coming from a certified idiot.”

Nancy huffs. “You are a certified idiot.”

“Not certified but also an idiot,” Steve adds. “I don’t think you’re one. I think you’re just a person who’s afraid to get hurt again.”

“That’s not why I’m an idiot.” Nancy flips her phone around, showing them the picture. “This Nancy was too stupid to see that Robin liked her back. This Nancy was too stupid to do anything about it. What would be happening today if this Nancy did something.”

Steve takes the phone out of her hand. “And this Nancy didn’t even know she liked girls yet. Or that she liked Robin. You can’t be upset at yourself for not realizing that about yourself.”

“But I am though.” Nancy sits up. “It was so obvious, and I would have been so much happier knowing that. I would be so much happier knowing that somewhere along the line, it was me sharing a bed with Robin right now. Not some random girl she picked up at my award ceremony after party.”

“What happened to that girl who said she’d rather be friends with her forever than lose her to some shitty breakup?” Eddie asks, bumping her arm in a failed attempt to cheer her up.

“Yeah well, past me is a whole load of bullshit.” She drops her hands into her knees and picks at her nail polish. Starting to chip it. “I don’t even care at this point that we might have not made it. I just want her to know that I loved her too.”

Steve stands up. “Alright, time for breakfast, come on.”

“No, I think I’m going to more moping if that’s ok.” Nancy falls back into her pillow, trying to grab her phone again.

Eddie swipes it off the table. “Nope.”

“Come on,” Steve grabs both her wrists and pulls her into a sitting position. “You’ll never feel better if you leave this bed. I’m here, so Eddie won’t burn down the kitchen. And I think there might still be some of those brownies I made in my apartment. If Robin hasn’t figured out where I hid them.”

“Ok.” Nancy gets out of bed. She grabs some comfy clothes and heads to the bathroom to shower.

Steve starts to look around the cabinets for some ingredients. Frying up some bacon and eggs. Eddie helps make the toast with the promise to not burn them. Eye rolling at the assumption but turning the setting way too high and burning the first piece anyway.

Nancy comes out when everything’s done. Sitting at the table in silence while they eat. Steve slips out of the apartment when he’s done to go find those brownies.

“Oh,” he says when Robin and her friend are eating at the kitchen counter. “Thought you guys were having an extended breakfast.”

“I turned out to be way too hungry for that, so we’re eating instead. What are you looking for?”

“Brownies I made last week.”

Robin makes an apologetic face. “I ate the last one yesterday.”

“You bitch.”

She throws her hands up in defense. “Hey, they were very good. And your hiding places are shit.”

“They were very good,” the woman next to her says. Making an equally apologetic face.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Steve, Robin’s roommate.”

“Pheobe.” She reaches out her hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too. I’ll just go grab a change of clothes and leave you guys alone.”

Steve returns to Nancy’s apartment empty handed. Looking apologetic for multiple reasons. “I’ll make new ones.”

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[adverbally]

Night Watch

Written for the @steddiemicrofic November prompt “guard” | wc: 532 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: Wayne POV, post-S4 where Eddie doesn’t die, pre-Steddie relationship, hospital, recovery, allusions to post-traumatic nightmares

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It’s part of Wayne’s regular routine now– finish his overnight shift, head to the hospital for the start of visiting hours, and spend as much time with Eddie as possible.

Two weeks in, Eddie is still too injured to do much but he’s climbing the walls with boredom. Wayne comes prepared with crosswords and cassettes and books, but one man can only do so much against the whirlwind of Eddie’s racing mind. He shifts the backpack of distractions over one shoulder and eases the door open, careful not to disturb Eddie.

Surprisingly, Eddie is already awake with a book in his hand, haloed by the gentle glow of the bedside lamp as he reads. The room is peaceful, quiet except for the beeping monitors surrounding him… and Steve Harrington’s soft snores coming from the chair at Eddie’s bedside.

Eddie looks up when the door clicks shut and hushes Wayne with a finger over his lips.

Steve’s presence isn’t so unusual. They’ve run into each other on several mornings, Wayne coming and Steve going, like a changing of the guard. He’s sure that Steve is there most nights, keeping watch over a boy he barely knows just to make sure he can heal in peace. Hawkins PD may have called off their security detail now that the murder investigation is officially closed, but Eddie is still well-protected. Safe.

“Your night watchman’s sleeping on the job now?” Wayne whispers, huffing out a near-silent laugh as he sinks down into the seat opposite Steve.

“It’s not his job,” Eddie frowns. “You know how I have nightmares about…?” He gestures vaguely, as if to encompass recent events. “He does, too.”

That much is obvious. Even in the dim light, Steve looks terrible. His face is pale and drawn, his eyes sunken and shadowed, his hair greasy and limp. With his arms crossed and his chin tucked to his chest, he seems to have collapsed under the weight of his exhaustion.

“And sneaking in to see you helps?” Wayne quirks an eyebrow.

There’s something unreadable in Eddie’s face. Almost embarrassed, a little shy. “It helps both of us. Having someone else around.”

Wayne raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, after what you kids have been through, I’m not gonna tell you your friend can’t sleep over. I just think he’d be more comfortable if he waited until you can go home.”

“That’s not going to be anytime soon,” Eddie snorts, sitting his book aside. “Better for him to have a sore neck than to not sleep at all. He needs it.”

Wayne glances at Steve, whose head is tilted towards Eddie like he’s subconsciously drawn to the sound of his voice. Whose Hawkins High sweatshirt Eddie is currently wearing over his hospital gown.

He may not have spoken to Steve much, but he knows him just the same. Wayne has seen how he looks out for his people loudly and loves them quietly, just like he’s done with Eddie the past few weeks.

He thinks it’s not just sleep that Steve needs.

Wayne doesn’t say that, though, silently settling into his chair with a knowing look. The boys will figure it out on their own soon enough.

[lexirosewrites]

Hiii! A Slick Sunday idea I've been stewing on:

Omega!Steve is unhappily mated to Alpha!Tommy, who was happy to take advantage of the Harrington connection and got himself a swanky job at Steve’s dad’s business right out of school. Tommy used to be a good friend, but he changed as they got older and being mated to him is really not the domestic dream that Steve had once hoped for. Still, Steve is trying to make the best of it; Tommy is nice enough, if arrogant and a bit neglectful, but he travels frequently for work. They are actively trying for a baby—Tommy always makes sure to be home for Steve’s heats, the only time he can get pregnant—but no luck after many months.

As a wealthy Alpha who wants to seem attentive, Tommy signs Steve up for an Omega-tending service when he’s out of town; Steve gets a daily visit from one of their Alphas who scents him and knots him, helping to keep him calm and happy while his mate is away. Steve isn’t all that thrilled with the idea, but he recognizes that Tommy is doing something nice for him—Omegas whose Alphas can’t afford it have to make do with toys and artificial scents—so he tries to be appreciative.

Alpha!Eddie is a local mechanic who sometimes makes extra cash as an Omega-tender; it’s good money, works with his shifts, and yeah, he gets to knot pretty, posh Omegas that would never look his way otherwise. But his first visit with Steve absolutely blows all those other Omegas out of the water; after their first session, he immediately calls the service and requests to be put on all further appointments with Steve.

Over time they grow closer and closer; each time Eddie comes for an “official” visit he lingers for a little longer, and Steve finds himself pining for Eddie even when his mate is home. Tommy, for his part, doesn’t seem to care if Steve or his nest smell like Eddie every time he comes back—as far as he’s concerned, Eddie’s keeping his mate happy and Tommy doesn’t have to deal with all of Steve’s clingy, sappy nonsense. He starts traveling even more often and for longer stretches.

A few months into this arrangement Tommy calls Steve when he’s out of town to tell him that he’ll be extending his trip by a couple of weeks and that he already signed Steve up for more visits from his usual Omega-tender. Steve haltingly reminds Tommy that his heat is next week and that he could get pregnant if he spends it with a different Alpha. Convinced that their fertility troubles are entirely on Steve’s side, Tommy dismisses his concerns and hangs up.

So Steve and Eddie spend their first amazing heat together and naturally Steve conceives right away. He and Eddie are thrilled, but also terrified of what Tommy will do when he comes home and finds his mate pregnant by another Alpha. Eddie stays at the house when Tommy arrives, determined to defend his baby and his mate-in-all-but-name.

In the end, though, when Tommy comes home he couldn’t care less that Steve’s pregnant. Turns out his trips weren’t strictly business after all; he’s been seeing another Omega on the side and knocked them up. He’s more than happy to dissolve their mating and leave Steve and his baby with Eddie. The hefty sum Steve is entitled to from his pre-nup sets him and Eddie up well, ready to start their family and new life together.

Thanks for running Slick Sunday, it’s always a lot of fun! 💜💜

there’s something extra satisfying about steddie being set up by steve’s own mate!🤭 of course tommy doesn’t care if his omega is getting tended to by another alpha since he’s already moved on, but at least he gave steve the opportunity to have the family and love that he deserves!!❤️

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

You Hear That?

Week #4 Prompt: Camping | Word Count: 3850 | Rating: T | POV: Robin | Pairings: Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie | Characters: Robin, Steve, Eddie, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Nancy & Jonathan | CW: Language, Recreational Drug Use, Underage Drinking | Tags: S3, Reluctant Camping, Unexpected Crossing of Paths, Platonic Stobin, Corroded Coffin Boys, Pre-Steddie, Flirting

This is set during the S3 finale. Happening between Starcourt and the "three months later" time jump.

"Camping. Capital camp. Lowercase…ing," Steve says, trailing off at the end, his forehead wrinkling up in confusion as he clearly tries to think through the dumb thing he just said.

"Well, that kinda fell apart on you, didn't it, dingus?" Robin asks, arching her eyebrow in his direction.

"Shut up. You know what I mean. Camping! Fun!" Steve shouts, far too close to her face.

"Back off, Boogaloo. And I beg to differ. Camping is not fun. Camping is torture, and I'm not signing up to be tortured with you again. One and done, at least per summer, that's my official policy."

Steve gives her the eyes, but they aren't gonna work. She's immune to his wiles. The Harrington Charm doesn't do anything to her loins, unfortunately for him.

"No," she says, and that's that. End of discussion.

Three hours later, here she stands, right in the middle of Hunting & Camping, a store in town she never thought she'd ever have to step foot into.

"Steve, you know what lives in those woods. Do you have a death wish?"

"C'mon! There's been nothing, nada, since Starcourt. It's done. Over with. Gone. We can live our lives, go camping, anything we choose."

"Great. But we do not choose camping," Robin insists, "We aren't camping people, are we? There's no haircare in the woods, Steve. Think about that. Long and hard."

"Fine. You stay here. I'll go camping alone," Steve says, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You're not going camping alone!" she screeches, because he'll be killed for sure.

"You're right, I'm not. The kids are demanding to come along. So, it's me and Jonathan."

"Well, that sounds fun for the both of you. Who will come home with a black eye? History says-"

Steve interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. Exactly. So, you have to go. You and Nance. So the girls can come along. Joyce will allow El to go, but only if you ladies go, too."

"Chief Hopper will roll over in his grave if El goes camping with Mike Wheeler present. You and I both know that."

"Well, good thing he'll never know, I guess," Steve says, defiant. "C'mon, Buckley. Are you with me or not?" 

She's always with him, now. That's just how it's gonna be, maybe forever. Or at least until they get eaten in the woods they have no damn business traipsing into.

"Fine, I'm with you. But mark me down as a hostage." 

"Great, love to hear it," Steve says, a big smile on his face, and she reluctantly smiles back. It's contagious, even if she knows this is a terrible idea for many, many reasons.

The trek out to Skull Rock is pretty shitty, but she keeps up. Walking alongside the not so prissy Nancy Wheeler, Erica, El and Max. She should have worn better shoes. Steve should have told her to wear better shoes. Nancy is in hiking boots and Robin is not at all surprised that she's prepared for life in ways Robin will probably never be. 

Up ahead, the boys are arguing, causing a ruckus, and Steve is clearly regretting this decision. Good. He should. This was a terrible idea of, like, epic proportions. Maybe worse than working in a mall with a Russian secret lair underneath it.

"How did you even get to come?" Robin asks Erica. Because she didn't expect her to be standing there on the curb with Lucas, her My Little Pony sleeping bag under her arm.

"Tina is covering for me, duh, so I can hang out with you nerds. Don't know why I even want to though," she says, snippy, and Robin grins. She's funny.

"Maybe we should have invited Tina," Robin says.

"And risk her seeing I even know you nerds? Absolutely not," Erica says, like she's totally disgusted, and Robin laughs. 

"Okay, hot shot," she answers, watching as Nancy stops behind Steve and the boys, as they scout out a spot that might work.

"Here?" Jonathan asks, and Steve nods, agreeing.

Steve is finishing putting up the tents, all of them, because nobody is helping him, not even Nancy. He kind of had this coming, it was all his terrible idea.

"You hear that?" Steve asks, head turned towards the sky, like he's a damn dog. 

"Hear what?" Robin asks. She doesn't hear anything. "Is it a monster? A bear? It better not be a bear, I swear-"

"It's not a bear. It's a guitar," Steve says, driving the last of the tent poles into the ground.

"A guitar? In the woods?" Who the hell would be playing a guitar in the woods. Probably some sort of demented fairy, destined to murder them all, given the opportunity. 

"I hear what I hear, Buckley. I'm gonna investigate," Steve says.

"Well, it was good knowing you, Harrington," Robin answers, because everybody knows you don't go blundering into the woods, especially if it sounds like you're being lured there, for fuck's sake.

Steve would definitely be the first to die in a horror movie.

Except, she knows that's not true. He's more capable than she ever could have expected, especially for being such a big dingus.

Steve just waves her off, and starts stomping off into the underbrush. Heading towards the sound she definitely doesn't hear.

But after a little hesitation, she follows. He can't go alone. She knows what could happen if he does.

"I knew you'd come," he crows, pleased with himself.

"Shut up, dingus," she mutters, and the further they walk, the more she thinks Steve was right. There is the faint sound of a guitar.

And laughing. 

Steve pushes apart the branches of a bush, just enough for them to see through it, together. Spying. 

It feels familiar.

And there's the culprit, Eddie Munson from band, sitting around a fire with some other boys, playing his guitar. Jeff Williams, Jackie's older brother, is one of them, she's pretty sure. 

They have a case of beer, and she's pretty certain that's the faint stench of weed hanging in the air.

"It's just Eddie Munson," Steve whispers, like she isn't aware of that. 

"Yeah, I have eyes, I can see that it's Eddie and his cronies."

Steve lets the branches go, and she is sure they're gonna turn around and leave, but they aren't that lucky. Honestly, they'd have no luck at all if they didn't have bad luck.

"Hey! Who the fuck is there?" Eddie yells, the guitar playing ceasing.

Steve rolls his eyes, pushing forward, out into the open, "It's just me, Munson, cool your jets."

"What the fuck are you doing out here, Harrington?" Eddie asks, then clearly catches a glimpse of Robin, "Oh. I see."

"Ew, no, you see nothing," Robin says, feeling the urge to clear up that misunderstanding right away. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize band geek Robin Buckley was too good for King Steve Harrington."

"Way too good," she snarks, and Eddie laughs, really laughs, and Steve doesn't, but she can tell he's amused and not mad.

"If you're not out here to fuck, then what brings you two into our neck of the woods?" Eddie asks, slouching over towards them.

"Your neck of the woods? I'm the one that popularized this spot, I'll have you know," Steve snaps, bitchy, arms crossed.

Robin smiles.

"Is that so?" Eddie asks, tilting his head, offering Steve a big, predatory smile.

"Definitely sure that's so," Steve answers, not backing down.

"That's not how I've heard it," one of the other guys shouts from near the fire they've lit, and Robin isn't sure who he is. 

"And you are? The forest authority?" Robin asks, challenging him.

"Yep. That's me," he snaps back, but doesn't offer up his name.

"That's just Gareth," Eddie says, "don't mind him."

Oh, no way. Gareth Jones? The goofy kid she had to deal with at her job at The Hawk last summer that drove her insane? His mother dropped him off nearly every afternoon, money in hand, and he always made a fucking mess with his popcorn and Reese's Pieces. He might be the number one reason she took the job at Scoops this summer, instead of going back to theater. Looking at him now, he's sure changed. Growth spurts are a bitch, she supposes. 

"Nice hair," she snarks at him, looking at his poodle-looking head. He's clearly trying to grow it out, probably to be more like Eddie, but it just isn't there yet, and his curls definitely aren't making things easy on him.

"What are you doing out here, anyway? Dirty freak orgy?" Steve asks, and Robin doesn't know how she got so lucky to have such a bitchy boy as a best friend, but she loves her good fortune. 

Eddie laughs, and she sees Steve smile at him.

"Why? You wanna join?" Eddie asks, leering, taking a lazy, sauntering step closer to Steve, assuming he'll back down. Eddie's hands are framing his belt buckle, drawing the eye, even her eye, and it's so gross but she's also very intrigued to see how this pans out. 

Eddie's not gonna scare Steve with the fear of the queer, and she was right, Steve doesn't back down, like she knew he wouldn't.

"Maybe I do," Steve says, rubbing his lips together, tongue wetting them in a gross taunting way, and Robin wants to spray him with a garden hose, but doesn't have that option, so instead she just watches as Eddie's eyes flick down to Steve's slick, glossy lips. 

Gross. Fuck her whole life. She takes back all the stuff about loving her good fortune. This is bad fortune. Like, empty fortune cookie levels of bad luck. Russians under the ice cream shop you work in, rotten luck. Honestly.

But Steve wins this round, because Eddie is the one that retreats, but he's laughing as he does it, waving his hand for them to follow. They're not gonna do that, right?

Wrong. Steve follows, so she trails behind.

"Gareth, you've met," Eddie says, "Jeff. Goodie. We didn't know we were encroaching on King Steve's territory, but we're just hanging out, camping, if that's alright with you two."

"I guess," Steve says, teasing, fucking flirting if she's not mistaken. Can't he ever turn it off? Ugh. "We're camping down there. With the kids I babysit. I heard your guitar, wanted to make sure you weren't straight out of Deliverance, or, like, ax murderers."

"Well, I am that, or haven't you heard?" Eddie asks, dimple showing up in the firelight. And Robin doesn't know how she's here right now. She should have stayed with Nancy and Jonathan and just let Steve be eaten by bears or monsters. Or Eddie Munson. Whatever.

"Heard what?" Steve asks.

"Hellfire Club!" Eddie shouts, waving his arms in an animated way, and Robin doesn't know what that is, and clearly Steve doesn't either.

"Sorry, man. Is that your band?" Steve asks, looking as confused as she feels.

"No, that's Corroded Coffin!" Gareth snaps, popping off, all pissy from the log he's sitting on.

"Sorry, my bad," Steve says.

"We play at The Hideout on Tuesdays," Gareth says, eyes narrowed.

"You play in a bar. You?" Robin asks, not believing a word of this. Not possible.

Gareth starts to answer, but Eddie holds up his hand and cuts him off.

"I'm channeling Satan. And I'm offended you don't know that, Harrington," Eddie says, and Steve's face is pure confusion, and Eddie laughs, taking pity on him, "It's the D&D club I run," Eddie adds, and Robin sees the light bulb pop on over Steve's head, like he's in a goddamn cartoon.

"Oh! The kids play that," Steve says.

"Do they now?" Eddie asks, not believing him, clearly.

"Unfortunately."

"And how old are these kids?" Eddie asks.

"Freshman, in the fall-" Steve says.

"Fresh blood," one of the guys says, cackling under his breath, as Steve keeps talking.

"-but I think Will is moving," Steve finishes.

"Will Byers, the zombie boy?" Eddie asks.

"Ssshh!" Steve hisses, "Don't call him that, okay?"

Eddie holds up his hands, backing off.

"Okay, okay, Harrington, don't get so worked up. I was just kidding," Eddie says, and the other boys all laugh.

"Well, it's not funny," Steve says, softly, "just. Don't. Okay?"

"Okay," Eddie concedes. 

"Thank you, he's been through a lot," Steve says, looking back over his shoulder, like the kids might all be snooping right behind them. Which, fair enough. They would totally do that, given half a chance.

"Well, since you're here, you want a beer or…?"

And Steve's nodding, like an idiot. 

Robin snags his arm, "Nancy will kill you." 

And Eddie takes a step back, hands going up, "Well, we wouldn't want the girlfriend mad." 

"She's not my girlfriend," Steve says, looking at Robin, "and Nancy can handle the kids for a bit, yeah? She's got Jonathan."

Robin is sure this is a bad idea. Nancy will be pissed about being left, and probably be pissed at Steve for having a beer or a toke, or whatever he has planned, while he's supposed to be in charge of the kids. 

"You're camping with your ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend and...Robin from band? Oh, how the mighty have fallen." 

Steve doesn't take the bait, just pushes forward and sits down on the fallen log, right next to Gareth, who squawks in protest. 

Eddie follows, and hands Steve a beer, and then offers one to Robin. She shakes her head no, one of them needs to keep their sanity, she thinks, and then she watches as Eddie lights up a joint. Great. 

They pass it around, and she's not sure what they're doing here. These guys don't like them, and they definitely don't like these guys. 

Every time Eddie came into Scoops, as soon as he was gone, Steve would say something about Eddie "The Freak" Munson. And now he's just hanging out with him, like that's a normal thing to do? 

It's not a normal thing to do. Not at all.

"So, you're babysitting tonight?" Eddie asks.

"Unfortunately," Steve answers.

"Shame, I'd like to get The King all fucked up," Eddie says, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands cupping his face.

"Don't call me that. High school is over. Steve is fine," Steve says, and the other boys all laugh, and Eddie throws up another hand and they all stop.

Toadies. The toadiest of the toadies.

"Steve," Eddie says, and it's positively lewd. 

"Thank you," Steve says, taking a long drag, holding it in his lungs, showing off, slowly killing himself in the process, she's sure of it. Idiot.

Robin shakes her head.

Then she feels something brushing her shin, and jumps, expecting a snake, or something worse, but it's just the boy she doesn't know, toeing at her with his shoe, offering her a can of Coke, cold and dripping with ice water from the cooler at his side.

She takes it, "Thanks. I'm Robin."

"Goodie," he says, like he isn't at all interested.

"Goodie?" she asks, and makes eye contact with Jeff Williams.

"It's a nickname," Jeff explains, like she might have thought otherwise? 

But she just nods.

"I'm in your class," Goodie says dryly, and are they? She swore they were a year younger.

"Sorry, we must not have classes together very often, if ever," she says.

"Of course we don't, you were always in all those smart classes," Goodie snaps, and she laughs. Mrs. Click's history class with Steve Harrington was not the smart class, even if she was a year ahead of where she was supposed to be. 

"Eddie, though…"

"Hey!" Eddie snaps, having heard it, somehow, despite talking to Steve at the same time. 

Robin knows Eddie is headed into his third senior year, this time with her class. The rumor mill had been running wild at the end of last year, and it seems to be true, she guesses.

"Well, third time's the charm?" she asks, because what the fuck do you say to that? Sorry you flunked high school, again.

"Here's to hoping," Eddie answers, then turns his attention back to Steve.

Nancy really is gonna kill them if they don't head back, and soon. 

"Steve, Nancy…"

"I know," Steve answers, "let me finish this beer and we're gone."

She nods, because unless she wants to stomp back through the woods all by herself, she doesn't have much choice in the matter. 

Gareth hands her a stick with a marshmallow stuck in the end, and she takes it. She could have a s'more if she has to wait. It's the least they could do, she supposes, and she pokes it into the fire, starting to toast it up.

"Have you ever had one with a Reese's cup?" Gareth asks, holding up the package, an offer.

She hasn't, but now she wants to, for sure, and takes it from his hand, nodding in thanks. 

"You used to work at the theater, right?" he asks.

"Unfortunately," she says.

"I went there a lot," he says.

"Oh, I'm well aware," Robin says, snarky.

And Goodie and Jeff both laugh, and it really wasn't that funny, she doesn't think.

"Haha, she knew you had a crush on her!" Goodie says, poking at Gareth with his roasting stick, as Gareth tries to bat it away.

"How embarrassing for you," Jeff adds, smirking, catching Robin's eye.

He did what now?

"I did not!" Gareth screeches in a way that says he probably, definitely did. 

"I'm sure he didn't," she says, though, cutting him some slack, "If he did, he surely wouldn't have made such a gross mess for me to clean up everyday he was in there, right?"

"See? I was gross," Gareth clings to the accusation, like that's an improvement. Whatever helps him sleep at night.

"Okay, Pig-Pen," Jeff says, and Gareth is flushed. Probably from the embarrassment, but if he's not stupid, he'll play it off as the heat rolling off the sure to be illegal campfire.

Goodie laughs at the taunting, and she is so distracted that she almost burns her marshmallow, but she pulls it out and blows the flame out, just leaving a nice char. Sweet. Just how she likes them.

She puts the peanut butter cup on the graham cracker, and places the warm marshmallow on top, covers it with the other cookie, and is just squeezing it all together into a gooey mess when Steve leans over her shoulder and plucks it right out of her hand, taking a bite.

"Bad dingus, no!" she snaps, but just starts the process to toast another marshmallow. It'll be much easier to do that than fight for her original one from Steve's mouth. And she knows where that mouth has been, so no thank you.

"Thanks, Rob," Steve says, and she grumbles in response, but Gareth, Jeff and Goodie all laugh. Eddie is too busy plucking away at his guitar again, and he really doesn't sound half-bad.

She makes her second s'more, they say their thank yous and goodbyes, and start walking back towards their own campsite.

"So, what was that?" she asks, looking over at Steve, but it's really too dark now to see any of his features.

"What was what?" he asks, and it sounds like he honestly doesn't know.

"Whatever that was with Eddie?"

"What was? He's Eddie "The Freak" Munson, it was nothing," he says, and it doesn't sound like he's lying. Is he unaware he was flirting? Is that even possible?

She weighs her options. She's really gonna need more data. Maybe they'll cross paths again with Eddie Munson, and she'll be able to suss it out better.

"Nothing, I guess," she answers, and he just nods like he's not the least bit curious about what she meant.

Nancy and Jonathan are waiting at the edge of the campsite, and Nancy has a flashlight in hand. When she sees them approaching, she shines it right into their eyes.

"Jeez, Nance, put that thing down," Steve says, shielding his eyes from the onslaught of light, as Robin does the same over her own eyes.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Nancy asks, hands on her hips and she looks just like Steve, like that. It makes Robin smile.

"Bears. Checking for bears," Steve says.

"Well, either those bears threw shit at you in self-defense, or you have chocolate smeared all over your faces," Nancy declares, oh so dryly.

They both reach up to wipe at their faces, licking their lips.

"That's what I thought," Nancy accuses.

"Steve heard a guitar, it was Eddie Munson and his friends. They had s'mores," Robin caves, admitting to everything. Well, almost everything. 

"You ate s'mores? From Eddie Munson?" Jonathan asks, then mumbles under his breath, "Wonder what those were laced with?"

Robin stills, she doesn't want to be drugged again, no way, but then laughs. She'd opened the candy herself, and unless Eddie had the forethought to lace the marshmallows or graham crackers, it seems unlikely.

And she's pretty sure Eddie's reputation is more bark than bite, anyway.

The kids must hear them talking, because they cause a commotion coming over, Dustin getting right into Steve's face.

"Back off, Henderson," Steve says, holding him by both shoulders, pushing him away.

"I smell beer! Steve's been drinking beer while in charge of us!" Dustin screams, and the other kids just look at him like he's lost his mind.

"So?" Lucas asks.

"Can I have one?" Mike tries, and Nancy and Steve both snap no at the same time, and he turns sullen.

"I had one beer, to be nice. To be friendly. Just to make sure we won't be, you know, messed with, or any of that dumb shit," Steve argues, hands waving.

"Sure, sounds likely," Dustin says, like the sarcastic little shit that he is. 

"Well, that's what happened," Steve says, not rising to Dustin's bait, at least not yet.

"And just who did you have this beer with?" Dustin demands to know, hands on his hips. Have they all picked up this gesture from Steve? It's looking likely, at this point, and Robin worries for herself that she might be doing it without realizing. The horror.

"Eddie Munson," Steve says.

"Eddie Munson!" Dustin screeches, "He runs the Hellfire Club at the high school!"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard," Steve says, resting his hand on the top of Dustin's head, ruffling his hair through his hat, "I put in a good word for you guys."

"No way, did you really?" Dustin asks, looking up at Steve, awed.

"I did, I told him to look for you in the fall. Now leave me be, you little dickhead, and don't make me take it back," Steve answers, and Dustin rushes back towards the other boys, suddenly excited about the prospect of maybe having an in to get into Hellfire Club.

Whatever floats his boat, she supposes.

Robin looks at the tents, and the small, very contained fire Nancy and Jonathan built while they were gone. 

Looking at it now, camping might actually be fun. 

At least for one night, anyway.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun! 🏕️

[littleststarfighter]

Okay, it’s now official, my Steddie Calendar is on sale 🤩

Going Steddie 2024 calendar

It will be on sale for Pre-order from the 7th till the 13th of November. Sorry it’s such a short run. I don't know how long the printers will take to print them and I don't want to be missing the last International postal dates and having them be very late. My own fault for doing this so late.

It'll be 22 Pages, US Letter Landscape (11 x 8.5 in / 279 x 216 mm), Premium Color, Wire-O and Glossy Cover.

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As it's a pre order I will print once the week is up. I did a test print and it took about 3 weeks turnaround on printing so the calendar won't ship until I get them in from the printers. I’ll be notifying you all here if anything goes wonky or when they come in. When they arrive I will post out as fast as I can. I will be packing them in plastic wrapping and heavy card book mailers to keep them as safe as I can.

If you have any questions or queries please don't hesitate to contact me here on Tumblr. I'll try my best to answer everything and fix any problems if I can.

I do not ship to Russia, Ukraine or any country listed as 'on suspension' on this list https://business.help.royalmail.com/app/answers/detail/a_id/5317/~/international-incidents-update I will cancel any from those countries. I'm really sorry about that.

[infinite-orangepeel]

pre-relationship steddie phone sex

(aka steve has a bit of a voice kink & humps his pillow to deal with it)

it’s the first time they’ve been away from each other—for more than a few hours—in almost a month.

they aren’t dating, not officially, but they flirt and they touch more than they probably should. eddie lets steve borrow his sweatshirts for days on end and steve has a spare toothbrush, in the en-suite, for the nights eddie stays over. they aren’t dating, but their stares linger on each other’s lips whenever they pass a joint back and forth on steve’s front porch. whenever eddie tucks stray waves behind steve’s ear and steve laughs too loudly at eddie’s dumb jokes. they’re not dating, but they might as well be with the way they treat each other.

and steve hadn’t realized how much he missed the sound of eddie’s voice crooning and teasing in his ear, until eddie was two states away on a small tour with corroded coffin and suddenly, he ached to be near him. the physical pain was like laying on a bed of pins and needles. steve was restless, confused, bored, and ridiculously horny.

his fingers dial the familiar numbers to eddie’s cell before he can even begin to think to stop himself. in a trance-like state, he straddles a pillow between his thighs and starts gently rolling his hips against it. he moves slow, breaths coming shallow, as eddie picks up.

“stevie! what a nice surprise! i was just thinking about you.”

the rasp of his voice is grating and rough. reminds steve of the stubble on his chin, how it scrapes against his cheek when they hug each other close at the end of the night. the pleasurable sting it leaves behind once eddie has waved goodbye from his van and disappeared down the street.

“n-no way…same here. what a—what a coincidence,” steve’s cheeks are hot and he’s hardly aware of what he’s doing.

how fucking pervy it is to use this casual conversation with his ‘friend’ to get himself off. tip of his pretty pink cock dragging against the cotton fluff. he’s twitchy and warm all over. but he’s still so sweetly gentle with it. treats his dick like something precious, something to take his time with. too nervous to fuck his pillow in the primal way he really wants to—hard and fast and without restraint—because eddie would definitely catch on.

“gotta say, i’m flattered to hear from you. thought you’d be glad to finally get a break from me ransacking your pantry at odd hours. you miss me, already, harrington?” eddie asks in that smug way of his and steve can practically hear the two perfect dimples forming on his face.

“just wanted to make sure you made it to the hotel safely,” steve’s cock responds to eddie’s voice with pavlovian readiness. he bites his lip to hold back the moan that’s trying to rip him apart at the moment.

“safe and sound. snug as a bug. what’s up? how was your day?” eddie yawns.

steve’s hips thrust just a bit faster, wet spot of precum forming on his pillowcase. the friction feels heavenly but it’s not enough to get him there.

“worked a shift. did some laundry. y’know the usual. mainly wanted to check in, hear about tour,” he lies through his gritted teeth.

“tour’s great, but are you sure that’s all, sweetheart?” eddie condescends wickedly, “you sure there’s no other reason you picked up the phone to call me?”

“nope.”

“okay, baby. whatever you say.”

baby.

eddie’s never called steve baby before. never had a reason to.

and that has steve bouncing on his pillow, knees working so his cock slaps thickly against the bottom of his tummy. the corresponding burn in his thighs makes him wonder if he’ll be sore the next day from playing around in his fantasies. he closes his eyes, imagines eddie smirking beneath him. forgets that sound travels easily over the phone. whimpers needy little cries into the hem of his shirt which he’s sucked between teeth.

“hello? steve? stevie??”

“hmm?” he asks when he hears eddie say his name a second time.

“i said,” eddie repeats with a throaty noise and steve’s shocked that he missed this on the first go, “it sounds like you’re either jerking your dick or running a marathon, care to enlighten me on which one it is? no shame, here. boys will be boys, i suppose.”

steve halts as much as his desperate body will allow him to. hips stuttering, lithe muscles twitching from the effort, cock leaking miserably. he needs to cum, has to cum, and eddie’s voice is only spurring him on towards his end goal—fast track to hell.

“um—im not. christ, eddie. i wouldn’t—” he denies, voice pitching high.

“oh, but, stevie,” eddie coos and there’s a faint slick sound in the background, “it’s okay—really it is. i miss you, too. i miss you, a lot. in fact, i miss you so much that i told the guys i wanted my own room for this leg of the trip. catch my drift, baby?”

oh.

oh, fuck.

“I-I think so,” steve stammers, because eddie’s moaning audibly. no longer holding back. he’s grunting and groaning into the receiver like a caged animal.

and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing steve’s ever heard?

“good boy. that’s real good, stevie. so you gonna fuck your hand for me or what? i’m sure you wanna cum just as badly as i do.”

steve’s face heats up for another reason—embarrassment. 

he doesn’t know how to tell eddie that he much prefers fucking the soft plush of his pillow to the tight grip of his own fist. that he likes the warmth, the way it makes him get all sleepy and hazy around the edges. the way it makes him properly whine.

“my pillow,” he blurts out, as he starts grinding down in circles, tongue darting between parted lips, “i-i fuck my pillow—i mean. like it better, feels good. i know it’s, uh, not normal—not how must guys do it.”

eddie gasps sharply. inhaling like he does when he takes a big hit off the end of a joint. when he want to get as high as possible. he pauses for a solid ten seconds, just breathing hotly into the phone, before speaking again.

“harrington?”

“yeah?” steve knows this is the point in which eddie’s going to tell him he’s weird and gross and doing everything all wrong—

“that’s quite literally the hottest thing you could have possibly told me. what the fuck? are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

the slick sounds are intensifying and eddie’s voice is so clearly straining. it almost comes out pained.

steve’s brain is offline. he’s getting close. his dick is tinged raspberry red at the tip, now. his tongue feels far too big for his mouth and he can’t remember how it usually feels in there.

“yes? um, i mean—no? yes and no? i don’t know what the right answer is, man. im just telling you the truth.”

his mattress is buckling obscenely underneath the weight of his knees and the growing force of his thrusts.

he’s never fucked his pillow with the thought of someone else fucking into him from behind but he’s strangely curious about the potential to be filled by eddie’s cock. about what it would be like to bury his face in the sheets and rut into that claustrophobic space with eddie’s body weight crushing him from the top.

“what are you thinking about, honey?” eddie implores.

steve’s not sure what’s gotten into him, but any ounce of self respect he previously had has gone flying out the window with his dignity.

“your cock,” he moans, because a longer sentence might actually kill him.

“interesting,” eddie says like he’s just read a cool fact off the internet, “and where is my cock, stevie? where do you wanna feel it?”

steve’s gasping for air, sputtering and spewing his words like prey.

“inside me, eddie. want it inside me.”

he bends forward so he’s on all fours, leans on his elbows, and humps the length of his shaft in short, quickened strokes. phone cradled between his ear and shoulder.

“mmm, i can feel you. so hot and tight. milking my cock for all its worth, aren’t you? clenching around me like a slut.”

“y-yes,” he whimpers, dick throbbing as his balls tighten up with impending release, “are you gonna—gonna cum in me?”

eddie lets loose a string of unintelligible curses, “depends. have you earned it, baby? have you thought about anyone else while i’ve been fucking you?”

steve outright cackles. it’s strained and absurd and borderline insane. he laughs, genuinely laughs, because he hasn’t thought of a single other person like this in his entire life. no one else could possibly compare.

“could never. only you.”

“good boy,” eddie groans and sighs heavily—steve can picture his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, “now thank me while i cum inside you and finish getting yourself off.”

steve listens, nods despite eddie not being able to see him. someone must have drugged him or this must be some sort of spiritual experience because he swears he can feel eddie spreading him open, fucking him hard, and cumming between his cheeks. maybe spurting the last of it onto his back so it settles into the arch of his spine. feeding it to him off of his fingers.

“thank you, thank you, thank you,�� he babbles, as he reaches his own end and cries out blissfully.

cum spills out from his cock in hot, milky ropes and the inside of his thighs are trembling and sticky.

yep, he’s definitely going to feel this, tomorrow.

when he comes to and lifts from the haze, eddie’s waiting for him on the other end of the phone.

“eddie?”

“still here. making sure you survived,” he rasps, the flick of his lighter audible.

“do you want to—can we—maybe—do that again while you’re away?” steve’s heart is pounding.

eddie giggles to himself like a fucking schoolgirl.

“nope. no more phone calls,” he pops the ‘p’ and of course, steve’s horny brain immediately stores that sound for spank bank imaginary blowjob material, “that gave me a wicked neck cramp from trying not to drop the damn thing,” he sucks on the end of his cigarette and steve can’t wait to figure out what smoke tastes like on his lips when he gets home, “but facetime? yeah. i think we can definitely work with facetime. how’s tomorrow at 7?”

“i’ll see if i can pencil you in. gotta ask my pillow if she’s comfortable with us adding a third.”

eddie laughs for a solid thirty seconds.

“7 it is, loser.”

[gloomysoup]

@steddie-week day 3 | prompt: long, mutual pining | rating: T+ | word count: 1495 | tags: pre-relationship, touch of angst, getting together, mention of domestic violence near the end | ao3

(once again, we're ignoring that this is posted a day late)

kiss me instead

In full honesty, Eddie has a very deep hatred for Ken. Something about the guy has always been a little off-putting, but Eddie’s kept his mouth shut for a long time. It wasn’t his place. Steve was in love. They were just friends. He had to accept that.

Ken did not make it easy.

It killed Eddie to see Steve with him. Eddie had been harboring a deep crush for years, putting it to the side time and time again. He always made excuses. Steve was straight. Steve was straight. Steve wouldn’t want something stable. He was only experimenting. It was all just a little fun. He was figuring himself out. He’d never like Eddie that way.

And then Ken came into the picture.

Has Eddie mentioned yet how much he despised the guy? He’s like a real life Ken Doll, but worse. Eddie hated the way he talked to Steve, and about him. He hated the way he treated Steve. He hated the way he hogged all of Steve’s attention. He hated the way he looked at Steve’s friends, especially Robin. Maybe what he hated the most, though, is that Steve didn't see it. Ken was careful. He set everything up perfectly, so that Steve would never notice any of it. And of course, Steve really was too blind with love.

Eddie has had to watch this relationship bloom from the very beginning. He was there when Steve and Ken met. He watched from the other side of the bar as they danced, as Ken bought Steve a few drinks, as they disappeared into the night together. He was there when Steve got ready for the first official date, and second, and the third. He was there when Ken was finally introduced to Robin, after two months of dating. He helped pack up all of Steve’s belongings and moved him into Ken’s apartment. He has bore witness to every monumental step in their relationship, and he has hated every second of it.

It makes him want to puke every time he has to watch Ken kiss Steve, the way he wants to kiss Steve. But Eddie remained silent, no matter how much he wanted to take Steve away and tell him all about how much he hated Ken. He reminded himself over and over that it was not his place. He also refused to be on the receiving end of the absolute devastation on Steve’s face that he had no doubt would make an appearance if he knew. Eddie did not want to ruin their friendship like that. He would never forgive himself if he lost Steve, even though he was already starting to lose him.

It was exceptionally clear that Ken also did not like Eddie. He would glare behind Steve’s back, make it a point to kiss him thoroughly in front of Eddie. He kept Steve plenty distracted, so he wouldn't have time to spend with Eddie. He always tagged along on the rare occasions they actually could make plans together. Eddie never got a moment alone with Steve. Ken made sure of it.

Eddie hated Ken. But he refused to lose Steve, so he chose to be civil. He did his best to hide his hatred in Steve’s presence. Again, Ken made it very difficult. Then everything started to change.

It began with a late night phone call.

Eddie had been messing around on his beat-up, old acoustic when his phone rang. It was just past midnight. Steve���s voice came through the receiver, full of excitement.

“Eddie, guess what?”

Eddie blinked a few times. He hadn't even had a chance to say anything when he picked up the phone. He recognized Steve’s voice instantly though. “What?”

“I said guess!” He could hear the smile on Steve’s face. Eddie’s own lips began to tug up in the corners.

“Okay, fine. Umm… you got a cat?”

Steve laughed softly. “No, I didn't get a cat. Ken proposed!”

Eddie’s smile dropped. His stomach churned. God, he hated Ken. But Steve was happy, so he had to try. Pretend. He forced a smile back onto his face, trying to make his voice sound sincere. “That's great, Steve. I'm happy for you.”

And that was that. Eddie saw less and less of Steve for four months as he dove headfirst into wedding planning. Eddie dug himself deeper and deeper into a pit of despair in the process. In the rare moments that Eddie got a call from Steve after that, with some question about what Eddie thought of one thing or another, Eddie did his best to pretend. He had to. Steve was happy. It wouldn't be fair to ruin that with his own stupid feelings.

For four months, Eddie fought a losing battle with himself. He barely talked to anyone. Rarely left his house. Mostly, he stayed by the phone, waiting for Steve to call. Even if that call meant hearing about Ken, or the wedding, or how Ken wants to have green accents but green washes Steve out, and how Steve can’t decide between black or gray suits, or how they still can’t decide on a venue. All of it made Eddie want to pull his hair out at the root, but at least Steve was talking to him. At least he still got to hear his voice, even though he hated what they talked about. For four months, Eddie was in his own personal Hell.

His doorbell rang. It was 11pm on a random Tuesday, and someone was at his door. Eddie got up from the couch, setting his guitar aside— he had taken to writing a lot of songs lately, about big brown eyes and missed chances and a long, lonely life— and he went to answer the door. For the first time in four months, Steve Harrington was standing on his doorstep. His hair was wet from the downpour happening outside, sticking to his forehead and sending droplets of water rolling down his face. He looked tired, and a little anxious. Eddie pulled open the door.

“Steve? What- what are you doing here?”

Eddie had to be dreaming. He had to have fallen asleep on the couch, drifting into dreamland with no memory of even closing his eyes, because that is the only logical explanation for what happened next.

Steve’s lips were on his. Steve was kissing him. Eddie’s clothes were growing damp from the seeping rain that had drenched Steve. His hands were in Eddie’s hair. They were stepping backwards into the house. Steve kicked the door closed behind him. It was everything Eddie ever wanted. It had to be a dream.

Steve was engaged.

Eddie finally pulled away, being the one to separate them as he took a small step back. “What are you doing?”

“I love you.” Steve’s voice was firm, confident. Eddie finally had a moment to take in his disheveled appearance, noticing the small bruise beginning to bloom on Steve’s cheek.

“What?” Eddie’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. There was no way any of this was happening. It had to be a dream, or a trick.

“I love you,” Steve repeated.

“But- but Ken- the engagement-”

“I broke it off, Eddie.”

“What?”

Steve heaved a deep, long sigh. “The engagement. I broke it off. Ken and I are done.”

Eddie shook his head, running a hand through his hair. There was so much information coming at him at once, and part of his brain was still offline from the kiss. Steve Harrington kissed him. “But- but why?”

“Because I don't love him. Not really. Not the way I love you. Not the way I’ve always loved you.” Steve paused, swallowing and looking away from Eddie’s face for the first time since all of this started. “And… we got into another fight. I couldn’t take it anymore, Eddie. I had to leave.”

Eddie frowned, gaze drifting to the bruise on his cheek again, looking a little more closely. “Did he hit you?”

Steve didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. They both knew that Eddie already had the truth figured out. He didn’t need verbal confirmation to know. Eddie’s blood boiled. He never liked Ken. He should have known. He should have said something. He should have protected Steve.

“I’m going to kill him.”

Eddie was already grabbing his keys from the table by the door and reaching for his shoes.

“No!” Steve grabbed Eddie by the forearm, stopping him in his tracks. Eddie glanced back. “Please, Eddie, just- don’t go. Not right now.”

Something about the look on Steve’s face made Eddie stop. He dropped his keys back on the table and took two steps closer to Steve. He wrapped him up in his arms, pressing his lips to Steve’s temple. His voice was barely a whisper when he spoke. “Okay. I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

Steve’s arms wrapped around Eddie too, squeezing tight. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course, Steve. I love you.”

[tinytalkingtina]

Illusory Courage

Written for the @steddiemicrofic July challenge prompt #2, using the word "one" and 1,111 words.

In the same universe/same characters as my other DnD microfic, but intended as a standalone story showing how they met, no prior reading required.

1,111 words | Rating: T

CW: Dead Chrissy Cunnigham, brief description of a Vecna'd body

Tags: Fantasy DnD AU, Tiefling Steve Harrington, Anti-Tiefling racism, Steve Harrington has bad parents, Half-elf Eddie munson, pre-Steddie, past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, first meetings

Ao3 link

Stephen Harrington, heir to the barony of Loch Nora, left Lord Carver’s manor scowling. This fief was the same as the previous one. A dead body, found with the eyes gouged out and limbs twisted into unnatural angles. Except unlike the previous poor peasant boy, this time a noble had fallen victim to some sort of dark magic. It was certainly unusual for a Lord’s wife to vanish during the night, only to be discovered amidst the cows come morning. Unfortunately, Lord Carver had precious little to give them, beyond claiming the Lady Christine had been acting “distracted” as of late.   “Why are you so upset Steve? We were a full day’s travel out. It’s a tragedy for sure, but it’s not like you could have foreseen this happening.” Dustin urged his pony forward as fast as the old girl could go, laden down as she was with all of his contraptions. “Dustin, it’s Lord Harrington when we’re in public. You’re my official squire, we have to keep up appearances. And it’s not entirely that the Lady died, it’s how Lord Carver spoke about her, like she was some sort of trophy. He barely knew her. Now come on, I want to see the field she was found in before it gets too dark.”  Steve indulged in a ruffle to his squire’s hair. He reflexively pushed down the twinge of guilt; no one could possibly notice his horns hidden inside the matching decorations on his helm, or feel his claws when he kept them filed short and blunt. His tail remained tucked out of sight beneath layers of chain mail and plate. Even so, the thought of detection sent a trickle of fear down his spine. He needed a chance to perform penance for his family’s misdeeds. If he could snuff out enough evil, perhaps he could outweigh their crimes that proclaimed themselves for all to see on his body. And maybe, just maybe, his mother might look at him with something other than bitterness and disgust when he forewent his illusory magical mask at home.

Shoving his feelings aside, he herded Dustin towards the pasture as the last rays of light touched the tree tops. “Just as a precaution, you should set up an alarm spell. Don’t want to be caught unawares by anyone—or thing.”  Dustin nodded and scrambled off to set up a perimeter. Steve had sat through an explanation how the spell-infused gadget used stones attuned to the correct magical frequency before, but the engineering went over his head. He trusted his squire to do a good job though, and thanks to Dustin’s contraptions, he had an easier time swinging his weapons at monsters. Steve made his way to the center of the field, stopping short when his ears picked up someone singing. The tune, full of grief and longing, was nothing short of enchanting. He spied the singer, crumpled onto the ground next to the scorched crater marking where the Lady had been found. Steve approached slowly, one hand on his sword. But the clanking of armor alerted the singer, and he startled. Oh, the singer was beautiful. Even dimmed by tears, those big dark eyes were just as expressive as his voice. Steve caught sight of an ear that gently tapered to a small point poking out from the riot of curls atop his head. Oh, an elf. That certainly explained the features. Summoning upon long-ago tutoring, Steve managed to offer an only slightly clumsy greeting in Elvish. But the elf just blinked those wide eyes at him in confusion. “I don’t understand whatever it is you just said, but you should leave, stranger. There was a death here last night, the Lady of the manor, she—” His voice cracked. “She’s dead.” “Yes, we have been advised of the situation, my good elf. We were the ones sent to investigate.” “Of course he thinks I’m an elf,” the singer muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair.

As he did, a glint of metal caught Steve’s eye. Looking closer, he spied a thick silver band inlaid with a dark stone. One that looked suspiciously like the ring Lord Carver had raged about losing to petty thievery when they recovered Lady Christine’s body. “And it appears we have something to investigate. Care to explain how the late Lady’s ring ended up on your hand?” The would-be thief’s pretty face hardened as he took a challenging step forward. Steve stepped back in equal measure, a practiced look of haughty disinterest on his face. Any discomfort perfectly hidden away beneath the mask. His father’s voice echoed in his ear: Keep your distance Stephen. Despite your…affliction, you’re still of noble birth. “I know it’s hard for you nobles to consider this, mi’lord”, the thief said, spitting the word out as if swearing. “But whatever you’ve been told, not all us common folk are out to steal whatever our grubby little hands touch. Chrissy—the Lady, gave this to me. She engraved my name on it, even.” He brandished the ring, and sure enough, in delicate handwriting, an “Edward” was scratched onto the inside. “Fine then, my apologies. If you were truly close to the Lady, perhaps you can assist me in questioning the Lord further.” This Edward lifted his chin defiantly. “Don’t think I’m going to help you give that hollow bitter man any closure. Or did the noble sitting in his fine manor not tell you? He officially banished me from these lands a full month ago for ‘enticing his sweet Lady’ to wickedness. Wasn’t supposed to stick around much longer, but it seems that freaks like myself don’t get happy endings with those we love, do we. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Edward began to retreat without looking. Before Steve could warn him, he stepped directly into the crater. As soon as he crossed the boundary, a chill wind circled, carrying with it distorted bell chimes and chittering. Steve’s sword glowed: some sort of necromancy was afoot, and now this half-elf was its target. Steve gritted his teeth. “I’m not about to turn you in. But unfortunately for you Edward the Banished, you’ve just been marked by something evil, and I can’t permit that evil the opportunity to hurt you or any others. But I promise, by my oath, I’ll do everything I can to protect you and try to avenge your Lady.” Edward blinked those large eyes at him, his expression full of fear and anger. Steve sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, adding an unwilling soul to his party. Hopefully, this man would continue to keep his distance until the evil was dispatched.

Tagging some folks who've shown interest in ST DnD AUs, feel free to ask to be removed!

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[berenwrites]

Arms of Love - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G| cw: none | tags: eddie lives, little bit of angst – lot of fluff, post season 4, pre-Vecna being finished off

Prompt: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him.

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 8. It’s my wedding anniversary today, and my husband bought me two plushy otters cuddling, so of course I had to pick this prompt. Sorry, no beta today - no time, going out to dinner in an hour.

Also on AO3 | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Arms of Love: Whatever You Need

Steve woke up with a start, breathing hard as the tendrils of the nightmare curled around his brain. The golden sunlight coming through the window helped him push it away as he lay there just breathing for a little while.

It was nearly July and apparently his unconscious mind was determined to celebrate the anniversary of Starcourt, even though he was studiously ignoring it when awake. He hadn’t been sleeping well, so he’d come up to his room to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. He’d hope the timing would help. It seemed it hadn’t.

The dream hadn’t been Starcourt exactly, but a mishmash of that and their latest encounter with the Upside Down. His mind’s eye was full of Robin and Eddie, both bloody and dead, with the background of the mindflayer and the Russian bunker. It chilled him to the bone.

Robin was at Vicky’s on their third official date, so he could not go and find her to banish the horrors in his brain, but Eddie, lately exonerated, graduated (Steve was not asking how Owens had managed that), but still staying with Steve until Hawkins caught up, was downstairs. The town had decided to hunt him in no time, but it was taking longer for some of the worst culprits to admit their mistakes.

Eddie had been staying with Steve since they’d found him half-dead, spat out by one of the fissures. No one could explain how he was alive, but the latest theory was bat venom and luck. Given how fast Steve’s own injuries had healed and hadn’t gone septic either, Owens had a whole new line of research involving what Dustin and the other kids had christened demobats. Steve didn’t want to know about that either unless he really had to.

All he knew was that something had given them back Eddie, and while getting to know the outspoken metalhead properly as Eddie recovered, Steve had fallen hard. Luckily for him, Eddie had smiled at him, dimples and all, when he had finally confessed, and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe.

Climbing off the bed, Steve headed downstairs.

Eddie was facing away from him, standing, and leaning over the grand dining room table at the end of the living room. There were D&D manuals and bits of paper everywhere as Eddie prepared a celebratory campaign as his farewell to Hellfire.

Without pausing, Steve walked up behind his boyfriend, wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, and plastered himself over Eddie’s back, the side of his head pressing against the soft material of Eddie’s Metallica t-shirt.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, straightening up a little, but not trying to escape his hold, “everything okay?”

“Need to hear your heart,” Steve admitted, listening to the regular thump below his ear.

“Nightmare?” Eddie asked quietly.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, letting the rhythm settle into him and calm his own heartbeat.

They both had more than their fair share of trauma to deal with and Eddie didn’t question him, just standing there and letting him do what he needed to do.

“I love you,” he said eventually.

“Love you too, Sweetheart,” Eddie told him, rubbing one of his arms.

“Sorry for…” he started to say.

“Na-ah,” Eddie interrupted before he could get anymore words out, turning in his embrace. “No apologies necessary. Feeling better.”

Steve closed his mouth and just nodded. When Robin came over to tell them all about her date, she was going to get hugged within an inch of her life too, but for now he was okay.

“Good,” Eddie said, smiling at him with those killer dimples he was helpless against, “then I want to know what you think of this hideous trap I just thought up. I need your paladin brain.”

“I still don’t get why you call me that,” he complained with absolutely zero heat.

“That’s just what a paladin would say, Sweetheart,” Eddie told him, kissing him on the nose. “Now, come look.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love. He had no idea what he had done to get so lucky.

All My Other Stranger Things Fic

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas Day 2 - Winter Themed Sentence Starters

3. Did you know icicles make the perfect murder weapon? 

pairing: pre-steddie | word count: 426 | rated: G

“Did you know icicles make the perfect murder weapon?”

Of course, like always, the fact comes unprompted. Eddie had been staring out the front window of Family Video all morning, even through the rush Steve and Robin had just gone through. 

It’s been a couple days since he and Eddie had officially decorated for Christmas, and the ice storm that swept through Hawkins the night before had pretty much leveled anyone but the Family Video staff’s attempts at going to work that day; so of course they all decided to come in and rent a movie or three for their unexpected day off.

“Is that what you’ve been staring at all morning? The icicles?” Robin asks, unbelieving.

Leave it to Eddie to stare out at the frozen water hanging off their roof for hours on end. Steve sighs, “Eddie, darling, love of my life, I cannot handle another one of your not-actually-that-fun fun facts right now.”

And, naturally, Eddie ignores him (though the blush on his cheeks at Steve’s blatant flirting–flirting that the metalhead still hadn’t done anything about by the way, why kiss him then not do anything more about it??–was a nice addition to his face). “It’d be perfect, Steve! They’d never figure out what killed ‘em; The icicle would just melt away and boom! You’re out one murder weapon and one set of guilty fingerprints.”

“There wouldn’t be fingerprints in the first place would there? I wouldn't want to hold something that cold with my bare hands, you’d have to wear gloves.”

“Robin, don’t encourage hi—”

“You wouldn’t have as good a grip with gloves on.”

Steve drops his head to the counter in exasperation.

“You think you’d have any better grip with bare hands??”

“Well yeah, your hands would do the same thing to the icicle that your tongue does to a metal pole, right? They’d just stick.”

“Then the police would have really good fingerprints since your skin would get ripped off when you try to leave the thing behind.”

“So don’t leave it behind. Take it with you and let it melt.”

“As if you would get away without someone seeing you carting around a bloody icicle…”

“Why am I friends with you two again?”

“You love us,” Robin waves him off and goes back into her conversation with Eddie about any possible ways they could test their theories.

Steve just laughs, shakes his head, and settles in for the next few hours of his life with two of the three dorks he cares about most in this world.

me 🤝 eddie munson enjoys not-that-fun fun facts

linking other parts here! Pt. 1 (Day 1) | Pt. 2 (Day 2) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) | Pt. 5 (Day 7) | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) | Pt. 9 (Day 21) | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

[whataboutthefish]

Fishtober Master list

This year I'm going to be doing some micro fics. I couldn't decide on one challenge prompt lists so it's officially FISHTOBER. I'll be posting here and on Ao3.

I'll be linking them here all in one place!

Never - Hopper/Eddie - Spanking - Tumblr - Ao3

Gonna Keep you - Steve/Billy - car sex - Tumblr - Ao3

Give and Take (the hand that feeds you) - Mungrove - pet play, master/pup - Tumblr - Ao3

You are mine, I am yours - Steddie, omegaverse, alpha in rut, alpha Eddie, Omega Steve. - Tumblr - Ao3

Up to you - Steddie, touch starved, touch averse, pre-relationship - Tumblr - Ao3

Never Enough - Steddie - piss kink, human toilet, so much piss, check the tags - Tumblr - Ao3

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

heyooooooooo this week has been really tough mentally and physically as I've been healing so I got a shorter post this week for you. But I also posted a bunch of wips earlier this month.

HOT TO GO!

This prompt comes to you from @tentoriumcerebelli!!! Harringriveson pool party, for this hot summer weather!

Ship: Harringroveson Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Mature(for now) Tags: Post season 3 everyone lives, lifeguard Billy, pool/summer time, flirting, established Steddie, pre slash, gay billy hargrove, queer eddie munson, bi steve harrington Preview:

Steve’s gonna kill those gaggle of dipshits for making him come here. Because really, since he found out Hargrove was lifeguarding the pool again, through an unfortunate eavesdropped conversation at the Wheeler's house, the last place he wants to be is in the man's presence again.

They haven't spoken more than a few compulsory words to each other since October. Of ‘84. It’s currently June of ‘86. In that time Steve has graduated, officially ended things with Nancy, discovered he’s bisexual, and started dating Eddie Munson on the down low. Not because either of them are ashamed of the other, but because in a town like Hawkins, discretion is required for survival.

That also may have been a factor when Steve allowed the kids to drag him here. He knew Eddie would also be here, he had shown up damn near every day since the pool reopened. Because, well, turns out, Steve wasn’t the only one with unresolved ‘feelings’ for Californian Dickhead Billy Hargrove.

[steddiemicrofic]

Steddie Microfic January 15th-21st Masterlist

This has officially been our busiest month for microfics! As of this post, we are only one away from 100 microfics for the month. Happy Hole Month!

Just a friendly reminder that if you plan to participate and want your submission reblogged and added to the masterlist, it will need to be posted by 11:59PM your time on January 30th. This gives us time to check the word counts and add it to the queue. If it is posted after that point, it will not be added to the queue or the masterlist.

We can't wait to see the rest of the posts!

Wake-up Call: An End or a Beginning? by @berenwrites | Rated T | cw: past character death, angst with hopeful ending

Ahoy Sailor! by @sidekick-hero | Rated M | no cw | tags: s3 au, scoops ahoy steve, the d-word makes one appearance

gagged by @vecnuthy | Rated E | no cw | tags: doggy style, bottom steve/top eddie

A Dream Come True? by @runninriot | Rated M | cw: masturbation/hand job, watching porn | tags: and they were roommates, eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington

Roll Call by @lady-lostmind | Rated T | cw: mention of death and blood

watch the five hole by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: language | tags: hockey au, goalie eddie munson, forward steve harrington, friends to enemies to lovers, ambigous but pretty obvious ending

Hole In One by @steddietogo | Rated T | cw: swearing

dance with me by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: masquerade ball, slightly other!steve

Harvest by @machtaholic | Rated G | no cw

Push by @griefabyss69 | Rated E | no cw

Strange Relationship: Of Sex & Revelations by @berenwrites | Rated E | cw: mentions past underage for US not for Europe where it happened

Troll Toll by @wynnyfryd | Rated M | no cw | tags: future fic, crossover, crack treated ridiculously

throwin' clay by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, pottery teacher eddie, helpless at pottery steve, some platonic stobin, ambiguous ending

Trying to break through by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: pre steddie, steve has powers

Pusher by @griefabyss69 | Rated G | cw: mention of Christmas, Steve's parents

i was waiting on a different story by @zombiethingy | Rated G | cw: major character death | tags: grieving, past steddie

The adventures of Eddie Munson, jerk by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, meet cute, HOH Steve Harrington, Eddie "foot in mouth" Munson, Eddie being a horny shit

swimmin' hole by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: suggestive language | tags: flirting, pre-steddie, pre-season 4

Pushing It by @griefabyss69 | Rated T | cw: mention of Christmas, weed smoking

I'll remember (for) you by @katyawriteswhump | Rated M | no cw | tags: steve has head trauma/ptsd, memory loss, protective eddie

[epicsteddieficrecs]

Epic Steddie Fic Rec (March 6th-March 19th 2023)

Hey y'all! Here's what I've read in the past two weeks. I hope you enjoy! :)

Complete

🖤 the pre-show ritual by helix_stomper (PWP, Glory Hole | 12K | Explicit): Steve wasn’t really all that surprised to find himself here. He had never seen a gloryhole before. He’d chalked them up to a horny teenager’s pot at the end of the rainbow. Fantasy, and nothing else. But here it was, a small circular hole cut into the side of two adjacent stalls, as real and as terrifying as it could be. What surprised Steve about tonight was that he wasn't sticking his dick through the hole. Instead, he found himself sitting on his heels in front of it, hands wringing anxiously in his lap as he licked his lips and waited for someone to shuffle into the other stall. (Part 1 of boots & budweiser’s miraculous misadventures)

🖤 service and devotion by helix_stomper (PWP, Glory Hole | 22K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie meet up regularly for anonymous sex, and Eddie gives Steve his first (official) experience as a sub. Steve fell first. Eddie falls harder. (Part 2 of boots & budweiser’s miraculous misadventures)

The Killing Moon by Oddree13 (Canon divergent, A/B/O, PWP | 3K | Explicit): “Hey, hey, cmon. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. Cause something is obviously bothering you.” “You don’t touch me.” “What are you talking about? I’m touching you right now.” “And that is where it ends Eddie! It’s been what, two months, and we haven’t done more than make out and grind on each other! It’s like I went back on birth control for nothing!” (Part 3 of Six Kids and a Winnebago)

Make Me an Offer (I Cannot Refuse You) by Beachfckerblake (PWP | 7K | Explicit): Steve just needs weed for this party and Tommy sends him instead. When Eddie tries to overcharge him for it, he figures the can work something out but he ends up getting a bit more than he bargained for when he makes too much of an open ended offer

i've been having a horrible time pulling myself together by deadratz (Post S4 | 74K | Explicit): The last thing Eddie thinks as he draws his final breath is that Henderson is gonna need a shit ton of therapy. But then, Eddie wakes up, gasping for air, and miraculously, he's being rescued. Now he has to figure out how to live.

WIP

In Just Seven Days by Oddree13 (Modern AU, Fake Relationship | 1/7 | 1,6K | Mature): Steve doesn't exactly care about relationships anymore. Not after Nancy broke his heart and Billy broke his face. He's bored and just going through the motions the first time it happens. Noelle asks him on Monday if he's busy that coming Friday and Steve figures why not? He takes her to the movies on Friday, takes her to bed on Saturday, and on Sunday he lets her down gently. She takes it in stride, and the next Monday it's Jocelyn at his locker. Then Ginny. Then Cami. Soon a rumor starts that Steve Harrington will accept anyone who asks him out at the beginning of the week and end their relationship after seven days of dating. Eddie doesn't believe the rumors. After all, to say Steve Harrington would ignore the glaring asterisk of heteronormativity is just insane. But when he catches the King being tardy on a Monday he puts his theory to the test. Suddenly Eddie has a boyfriend for the next seven days. Now he just has to not fall in love.

🖤 Steve Harrington’s Radical Fun Time Babysitting Serviceby Humanities_Handbag/ @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90’s | 24/? | 93K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90’s Music Store AU)

no me without you by cydonic (Post S4, Kas Eddie | 1/10 | 1,7K | Mature): Eddie Munson dies, the world is still ending, and Steve Harrington doesn't know how he's supposed to keep going. That is, until he comes face to familiar face with the creature killing people in Hawkins.

🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 4/10 | 14K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 23/? | 120K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

Burning Love by FluffyChicken/ @tshireisonfire (Modern AU, Firefighter Steve | 10/12 | 42K | Explicit): Firefighter Steve Harrington meets one Eddie Munson and their lives change forever.

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[dangerous-disposition]

gerry★30s★he/him/his

i'm generally chill, minors pls DNI, and avoid putting any h*rringrove, m*ngrove, h*rry p*tter stuff in my notes. this includes urls. i don't block for that stuff anymore unless you're putting it in my activity feed where i have to see it. urls showing up in my notifs count as putting it in my notifs.

★important links★

writing blog

ao3

spotify

★fic masterlist★

updated February 8, 2024 - most updated list on my writing blog

title★rating★[one word description]★word count★[ao3 link]

★quicklist★

currently posting: suspended in the ether...★that's the kind of love...

newest: the fire is so delightful★E★5.5k

greatest hit: i could be honest, i could be human★E★48k

writer's highlight: here i have found some peace of mind★E★60k

my niches: transmasc steve, good boy eddie

★series★

i could become the silver bullet in your head icbh, icbh!verse

i could be honest, i could be human★E★48k★ao3

i can't tell where you end and where i start★E★11k★ao3

because no one can break my heart like i can★E★2.4k★ao3

we were tangled up like branches in a flood★M★2.3k★ao3

at the sunrise the stones and stars align [transmasc!Steve] peace of mind, pom!verse

here i have found some peace of mind★E★60k★ao3

bite through these wires [transmasc!Steve] strap!verse

grow back your sharpest teeth★E★5.6k★ao3

you leave me with that grace★E★2.4k★ao3

push down into membranes and layers★E★4.1k★ao3

Steve Thot Jobs thot jobs

when heaven falls, i will be your light★E★876★ao3

just one more drink, please come inside★E★1.4k★ao3

i've got a ghost in the hallway grinning...

run it back (give me five whole minutes)★T★1.7k★ao3

i am thick tar on the inside burning★G★1.6k★ao3

★one-shots★

nothing to say, and nowhere to go★E★1.9k★ao3

so touch me again...★E★1.2k★ao3

won't you come and dance in the dark with me?★T★2.9k★ao3

i know you've got a taste, so...★E★2k★ao3

would you find me in the stars?★T★1.2k★ao3

suspended in the ether...★E★7.4k+★ao3

cut the lights...★E★2.2k★ao3

be the first to the feast...★E★2.1k★ao3

that's the kind of love...★E★steddissy★2.7k+★ao3

you're in the walls that i made...★E★7.6k+★ao3

the fire is so delightful★E★5.5k★ao3

★drabbles★

"Can I sit here...?"★G★modern!au, fluff★854★ao3

"i'm not going to stop poking you..."★G★pre-steddie★679★ao3

"when i picture myself happy..."★G★getting together★1.1k★ao3

i belong to all of your mysteries★E★transmasc Steve★442★ao3

our hearts are racing, captivated★E★PWP★311★ao3

nice.★E★PWP, transmasc Steve★69★ao3

★my playlists★

updated August 12, 2023

★fandom playlists★

... oh Steeb★a steve harrington playlist

i could be honest, i could be human★official fic playlist

i can't tell where you end and where i start★official fic playlist

Corroded Coffin - North America Tour★official fic setlist

Steddie Brainrot★collection of songs that are steddie TO ME

★other curated playlists★

so you wanted to listen to my favouritest band?!★do not shuffle

DAMN GOOD SONGS...★updated somewhat regularly

STEVES-STRAPCOLLECTION★completed

STEVES-STRAPCOLLECTION 2: Electric Boogaloo★completed

dividers & header by @/saradika

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Wiggly Worm Wednesday 🧠🪱

Used most of my brain power this week on Promises. I feel like hurt/no comforts are always a bit harder to write. But this is what I'll be thinking about now that I'm done!

1. Somehow my Desperate Fool series has made a comeback, so now everyone's lovely comments lit a fire under my ass to go back to that. I'm seriously enjoying the Eddie & Nancy comfort scene I'm cooking rn. About 90% of my energy is here atm and hopefully I'll post an update in the next week or so.

2. The Babysitter Chronicles is officially on hold 😭 I finally found my original outline (accidentally saved it to a wrong folder) and what I've got for Lucas in the outline is way better than what I've written. I also want to take what I have written for his chapter and move most of it to Max's and El's chapters... so it's a bit of a construction zone right now.

3. I'm struggling a bit with my Steddie Moulin Rouge AU playlist... finding The Duke's (Billy's) songs is harder than I thought it'd be. Eddie's aren't easy either... turns out I'm pretty picky about metal love songs.

4. FINALLY THE CRACK!! An idea that I'm loving but will never write. It's basically just Over The Garden Wall, but make it Steve and Dustin. Of course Robin is Beatrice. But I'd focus mostly on The Ringing of the Bell episode, where Eddie is Lorna (kind of a Kas!Eddie situation) while Wayne is Auntie Silence. I kind of want Auntie Silence to be Vecna-ish at the beginning, told unreliable-narrator style via Steve so he seems scarier than he actually is. So by the end Steve sees him as Wayne, just a nice guy who loves Eddie. Change out the bell for a guitar somehow... idk it's cute lol but it's essentially exactly the same as the episode which is why I'm not planning on writing it.

OH I also forgot I'm tossing around a Magnus Archives fic with Jon and Martin, except I haven't even finished the series yet so I haven't made up my mind if I'll do it or not. If anyone knows good Jon/Martin fics PRE SEASON 3 please lmk I'm desperate but don't want spoilers. Already accidentally saw fanart of Jon covered in eyes and wanted to cry about it.

Wow it feels nice to vent! I've got quite a bit going on personally so this was great 💜

Thanks @devondespresso and @carolperkinsexgirlfriend for tagging me so I could word vomit ideas all over the place. Side note -> love both of your Robin Hood AUs!

Tags for my new mutuals and people I love to see on my dash (As always, no pressure!)

@wynnyfryd @lingeringmirth @harringtonwinchester @runninriot