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[stervrucht]

Just linking this lovely fic @runninriot wrote for this piece. Go read it if you haven't yet. It's beautiful!🥺💙

Confession

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

🧠🪱 Wiggly Wednesday 🧠 🪱

I was tagged by @runninriot - thx love ❤️

Today I'm thinking of ...

...Eddie, stupidly high and with a mad case of the late-night munchies, stumbling his way up to the fast food counter. The guy behind it has his back turned, talking and laughing at the freckled girl in the kitchen, but when he hears Eddie approach, he turns. 

“Hi,” Eddie mutters. “Can I have a- fuck!” 

“I'm afraid we're not that kind of business,” says the apparition behind the counter. 

“... huh?” says Eddie. 

The apparition laughs, a sound like bells. “Never mind, what can I do for you?” 

“Are you an angel?” Eddie blurts, and scowls when he gets another laugh in reply. He thinks it's a fair question. Regular humans don't have eyes with golden flecks of toffee and hair like spun honey and sun-kissed, caramel skin that looks good enough to lick, and fuck he is so hungry!

“No, man,” says the guy, gesturing at his name tag. “I'm Steve. I work here.” 

“Steeeve,” Eddie slurs. Even the name tastes sweet. “Hi, Steve, I'm Eddie, it's a pleasure to- … Wait, is God, like, in trouble or somethin’? Forcing his angels to work in the service industry? I've never been much for organized religion, but-” 

The girl in the kitchen doubles over laughing, sending a large, silver tray rattling to the ground. It goes boioioing. 

“Okay, listen,” says Steve. His voice is so gentle and slow, Eddie could listen to it for hours. “How about you just let me take your order?” 

Right, food. He needs food. Like a whole truck full of it. 

“Stevie,” he declares, letting the v sound linger on his tongue, soft and velvety. “I'd be forever grateful to you if you could fast forward me one of your finest Whoppers. No, you know what? Make it a Double Whopper.” 

“Oh,” says Steve. Those pretty eyes go serious, and oh no, Eddie has disappointed him! “I'm afraid I can't.” 

“What?” Eddie croaks, blinking tears from his eyes. “Wha- … Why not?” 

“Because, Eddie,” Steve smiles, and taps his name tag again. Or the logo on it, more specifically. “This is a McDonald's.”

He gets Eddie a Big Mac. Eddie returns a few nights later, more sober, to discover that Steve is still just as angelic. Him ordering a Whopper becomes their little running gag. Their first date is at a Burger King.

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Tagging: @rozzieroos @stervrucht @arelliann @dartlekey @eyesofshinigami

[thefreakandthehair]

He spots Eddie before he realizes Steve is there leaning in the doorway, so he takes a moment to drink it in.

It’s still shocking, now and then, to see Eddie without all of his armor— without his leather jacket, and battle vest. It’s a little startling, even now, but it’s also… well, it’s nice. He looks soft, warm around the edges, as he stands at the kitchen sink with nothing but the orange glow of the light over the stove illuminating the little details.

Steve sees the tiniest hint of flesh through a threadbare spot in the heel of his right sock. His shorts are bunched up and sitting a bit crooked on his hips. He washes dishes like he’s mad at them for having the audacity to be dirtied in the first place. The shirt Steve gave him weeks ago is a little loose in the shoulders and wet down the front, no doubt from a rogue spoon in the sink.

And Steve fucking loves him.

He’s known for a while now, probably before they even got together, but it’s always come to him in the big moments. Like when Eddie showed up at a big game that no one else besides Robin bothered to attend, or when he has his tongue down his throat, or like tonight, when he’d been riding the high of oxytocin-induced euphoria.

It’s never been the right moment to let himself fully feel the weight of it all, but there’s nothing special about this moment that might trick Steve into falling in love.

It’s only special because he’s already in love.

Steve clears his throat and walks across the linoleum floor to join him at the sink, his socked feet echoing alongside his pulse. Blood rushes to his ears, drowning out the sounds of everything but quiet mutterings as Eddie tries to scrub the dried cheese of an old aluminum pot.

↳read the rest of chapter four of slipped between these ribs of mine [explicit] on ao3! written for @steddiesmuttyseptember!

some people asked to be tagged and I can't for the life of me remember so just tagging some peeps who expressed interest (lemme know if you don't wanna be, of course!): @sageclipse @pearynice @steddieasitgoes @stervrucht @runninriot

@lunaticmarunatic @lihhelsing @steddie-island @kas-eddie-munson @sidekick-hero

@spectrum-spectre @hbyrde36 @queenie-ofthe-void @absurdityaddiction

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation @steddieas-shegoes @vecnuthy @hotluncheddie @griefabyss69

@imaginary-maggie-waggie @fkinkindagauche @pluckedstrings @blossomingblueberries

[queenie-ofthe-void]

🪱🧠Wiggly Wednesday 🧠🪱

Tagged by @wheneverfeasible 💜 I'm a week late but I got there. This is also me tagging you back!

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I'm thinking about Steve Harrington growing up hating everyone.

His dad is cruel, so he hates him.

His mom tells him men are dogs. Men are pigs. Men will do or say anything to get what they want. So he hates her.

The boys at school are cruel like his dad, just like his mom warned him, so he hates them.

He starts high school. He's tall, with big eyes, thick hair, and cute lips. Girls were nice to him, he thought they were friends. But they only did what they did and said what they said to crawl under him and wield him like a trophy. So he hates them.

Hates them less when he's buried inside them. Hates them more when they leave the same night.

He's a man now, just like his dad. So he hates himself.

Carol's the same as other girls, but different. She leaves but comes back sometimes. Hangs around. She meets Tommy, and Steve likes Tommy. But they're mean to Nancy, and Nancy's the only thing Steve loves. So he hates them too.

He hates Billy. Hates him as much as he hates his father. Billy's easy to hate.

Nancy thinks he's bullshit. He tries to hate her, but it's hard.

The kids... he can't find a reason to hate them. They're loud and obnoxious and snappy, but they like him. They always come around. They call him out when he's bitchy, and he likes that. He chases after them, drives them around. Shoots hoops with Lucas, let's Max teach him how to skateboard, does most of the heavy lifting for Dustin's experiments.

There's no way he can hate them.

And that's when he realizes how fucking draining it is to hate that many people. He's exhausted. So he decides to stop.

Robin wants him to hate her. She's desperate for it because that would make everything so much easier. He doesn't hate her. And she finds she can't hate him in return.

Eddie's the first person he meets who likes him. Doesn't want anything from him, isn't using him, doesn't hate him, doesn't just see him as a protector or babysitter or a good fuck or a failure or an idiot. Eddie likes him for him, exactly the way he is.

It's easy to love Eddie.

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@strangersteddierthings

[steddieas-shegoes]

Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday

@runninriot decided to call me out at the perfect time 😘

eddie munson knows he has to leave hawkins. he decides to go as far as humanly possible, even though he'll miss everyone, even though it's the biggest risk he's ever taken. even though it might not work out. he buys a one way ticket to london and doesn't look back.

okay, he does look back a little. he calls wayne every friday and dustin every sunday. he calls the band once a month, planning it specifically for when he knows they're all together so he doesn't have to pay for three separate international calls.

but one thing he never does is call steve.

here's the thing: maybe if he'd been smart, and just said goodbye like a friend does, maybe a pat on the back or a quick hug, he could.

but he'd done something stupid when he said goodbye to steve, something he told himself he wasn't gonna do, but did anyway. he kissed him. right on the lips, on his doorstep, tears in his eyes.

and steve didn't understand because eddie just told him he would be taking a road trip. he didn't know it was goodbye.

dustin tells him steve asks about him all the time now. wayne says that harrington boy shows up every weekend to see if he's back yet. gareth even mentioned seeing him around town, wearing one of eddie's shirts.

but he's in london, and he's got a job, and a flat, and he's even managed to make a friend or two. if he went back, even for a visit, he knows what would happen. one look at steve and he'd abandon the new life he's living and commit to a lifetime of dealing with hawkins.

so he stays. and he finds comfort in living somewhere just foreign enough that he has to learn new slang and polite customs. he manages to avoid steve for nearly a year.

but dustin is a snitch, and wayne doesn't let eddie stand in his own way, and eddie comes home after a shift to steve harrington standing at the entrance to his building.

"steve?"

"did you come across the ocean to get away from me?"

it throws eddie off, hearing steve think the problem was him. as if eddie hasn't considered steve being the whole reason to go back this whole time.

"i came across the ocean to keep myself safe, to keep everyone i care about safe."

"so you kissed me knowing you wouldn't be back? and didn't call or anything."

eddie pushes steve inside.

steve's mad, but he lets eddie keep touching him. steve's mad, but he lets eddie hug him for minutes, silent as he wraps his arms around him, too. steve's mad, but he holds eddie when he starts crying and apologizing.

eddie's dumb, but he isn't dumb enough to let steve walk out of his life the way he walked out of steve's.

eddie's in love, always has been, probably always will be. and steve might be too.

steve stays the night. and then the week. he had no return flight planned and eddie doesn't push.

he does call robin twice, and then calls dustin to tell him he thinks he's gonna stick around in london for a bit, see what this place has to offer.

eddie listens from the table, where he's planning his groceries around what steve wants to cook for them next week.

he smiles as steve ends the call, comes up behind him, and wraps his arms around him, kissing the top of his head and then his neck.

"you wrote mountain dew twice, baby."

"because i want two of them."

steve laughs and it's the only thing eddie was truly missing here.

and now he doesn't have to.

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i'll tag a few people who i would like to live inside their brain for a day: @wormdebut @little-annie @thisapplepielife @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @pennyplainknits

[matchingbatbites]

Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday Thursday!

I was tagged by the ever so kind @runninriot, thank you!! I haven't been tagged in one of these yet

This is something that's been spinning in my brain for a lil bit, and I had to throw it under a readmore because at some point it shifted from thought to ficlet, so.

TW: Stalking, romanticization of stalking

Steve has always been unlucky in love. He's dated around a good bit but hasn't found anyone willing to settle down and start a life with. It's disappointing and disheartening, and he's ready to give up on dating for a while when he meets Eddie.

The guy is a new member at Steve's gym; he asks for some help on his first day there and tells Steve that he's trying to bulk up a little. Steve helps him out, because he's nice like that, and he and Eddie get to talking.

Eddie is super nice, and a huge nerd, but he's always willing to explain the stuff he talks about because Steve is so patient with Eddie during their workouts - because that becomes a thing, having a regular workout buddy.

After a few weeks Eddie asks him out, and though it catches Steve off guard, he agrees. He's pleasantly surprised when it's great, actually, and when Eddie asks him to be his boyfriend after a couple of weeks, he happily accepts.

Eddie is the perfect boyfriend, and he may be the best partner Steve has ever had. He's attentive, he's always bringing lunch and treats to Steve at work, and he never seems to hold back his affection for any reason. It's refreshing, and Steve finds himself falling fast for the man.

So it's surprising when, a few months into their relationship, a woman approaches him at work, claiming to be one of Eddie's friends. He does recognize her name, but when she tells him what she found, he isn't sure what to think.

Chrissy explains that Eddie's been stalking him for months, long before they actually met; tells him about the folders of photos and screenshots and videos she found hidden away on Eddie's phone and computer. Says that Eddie is like a brother to her, but she's worried about his behavior and concerned for Steve's safety.

Steve listens, of course, to everything Chrissy says. He thanks her once she's done, and spends the next day thinking about it all, how he feels about the fact that the man he's been dating is an absolute creep.

Even so, Eddie's only ever been kind to Steve, hasn't given him any reason to not trust him. Fuck, he's been the best partner Steve's ever had, and the thought of losing him is more upsetting than what Chrissy told him.

It should be worrying that the whole situation doesn't scare him the way it probably should.

When he goes over to Eddie's place the next night, he brings it up. Eddie goes pale when Steve tells him about Chrissy's visit, about what she relayed to him. He's trembling by the time Steve recounts it all.

"I'm sorry. It's- You're so beautiful, and I wasn't planning on ever talking to you, I didn't think you'd ever go for someone like me. I was gonna keep my distance, I swear, but even when you were dating someone, you seemed so lonely. I couldn't just stand by, not when I could maybe do something about it. I just wanted to give you a friend- another friend, someone other than Robin you could rely on. I should have known I wouldn't be able to keep my feelings in check."

That falls in line with the man Steve has come to know, Eddie's heart on his sleeve and his care for others at the forefront of his mind. The fact that he was stalking Steve for months seems like an afterthought in the face of knowing that he was more worried about Steve being lonely than he was about staying in the shadows.

"Do you love me?"

"What?"

"Do you love me?" Steve asks again, insistent as he leans in, shrinking the space between them. "Or is this just a temporary obsession? Now that you have me, are you going to lose interest and leave?"

"No!" Eddie's hands snap out like he wants to grab hold of Steve, but stops himself at the last second. "No, I don't- I'm so obsessed with you, sweetheart. I've never felt like this before, and if you want me to fuck off out of your life then I will, but- if you let me, I'll spend the rest of my life being devoted to you."

There's a pause of silence before Steve gives a sharp nod.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Eddie, all I've wanted in life is a partner who loves me. I know I should probably be running for the hills, fuck, I should probably be calling the police."

The color that had returned to Eddie's face drains again, and Steve reaches out to take his hand. "I want you to be obsessed with me, Eds. The whole stalking thing doesn't bother me because it's me. I want someone who's crazy about me enough to stay."

"I don't think you were banking on literally crazy, though."

"Mm, not really. But I think it works for us. Now come on," he says and stands, tugging Eddie up with a grin. "I want you to show me just how obsessed you are with me."

[sidekick-hero]

the unparalleled and precious @flowercrowngods tagged me to post some lines of an unpublished wip with no context

The sound of someone inserting their key card into the slot is followed by the handle being pushed down. Then the door to the room opens, revealing the lucky guy who will have him for the next two hours.

He’s pretty, is the first thing that comes to Steve’s mind. Tall and slender, with a small waist and very nice arms decorated in black ink. Most stunning, however, is his face. The pale skin a tantalizing contrast to his pink lips, dark hair framing high cheekbones and deep brown eyes that look at him like a deer in the headlights.

Then, the door closes with a bang.

“Guys? There’s some dude sitting on my bed, you might wanna call security. I’ll hold down the door but you gotta hurry.” Eddie’s voice trembles slightly and Steve’s torn between worry and amusement.

Faintly he can hear the other men laughing and Eddie's indignant squeak. "What the hell are you laughing at? There`s a crazy stalker in my room! Probably armed and dangerous!"

"Oh yeah, I bet he has a big gun," Garrett/Gareth snorts, and Steve rolls his eyes at the very obvious, very bad joke. The guy probably thinks he's really funny.

Eddie seems to agree with Steve, even if unknowingly. "Har-bloody-har. Jeff, c'mon, tell me you at least take this seriously!"

This is one of those nights when Steve wishes he was smart enough, or at least ambitious enough to go to college, so he wouldn't have to make money on the side dealing with shit like this. At least most of his clients were easier to deal with, if not as easy on the eyes as this Eddie.

"Eddie, trust me, you can open the door. He's harmless."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's your birthday present!" Freak interrupts, clearly losing patience. "Gareth's right, we should have just made him put a bow on his dick and be done with it. At least then we wouldn't be standing here arguing."

Steve wonders if they know he can hear every word they say. Like everyone else in the surrounding rooms, because they're not exactly quiet. He just hopes nobody calls the cops.

"He's... What the fuck? You can't just give someone a person, that's human trafficking!"

Obviously tired of making a scene outside a hotel room, Jeff just opens the door and pulls Eddie inside, trusting the others to follow. They do, closing the door behind them, and then they all look at Steve, who is still sitting on the bed, regretting all his life choices that led him here.

He gives a little wave with his fingers. "Surprise."

Eddie blinks at him, speechless, his mouth slightly ajar. Despite the situation, he remains unfairly attractive, his wide eyes stirring something in Steve that he hesitates to explore further. Steve's knowledge of Eddie is limited to his questionable choice of friends, yet he feels an inexplicable urge to shield him from the world, to keep him safe. The urge is unexpected in itself, but even more so in the intensity with which it hits him.

"This is Steve," Gareth introduces, stumbling over his words. "And, uh, well, he... yeah. Guys?" Gareth glances around, hoping for support from the others, but they remain silent. Steve rises from his spot on the bed and approaches Eddie.

As he stands before him, Steve is enveloped in a mixture of clean body spray, shampoo, and a faint whiff of cigarette smoke. Eddie's eyes, even larger up close, hold a warm hue that is captivating. Steve flashes a smile, aiming for a blend of reassurance and flirtation.

"I'm Steve, and for the next two hours, I can be whatever you need," he declares, though technically, twenty minutes have already elapsed. Nevertheless, for Eddie, Steve is willing to make an exception.

tagging with no pressure, only appreciation: @starryeyedjanai, @thefreakandthehair, @hbyrde36, @runninriot, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @steddieas-shegoes

[steddie-island]

Wiggly Wednesday 🪱

Tagged by @runninriot and @mugloversonly

I can not stop thinking about this art by Jenifer Prince.

This isn't a full fic ofc but I'm adding tags anyway: Sapphic Steddie, vampire Eddie Munson, Vampire hunter Stevie Harrington, blood play, knife play (you know, the good shit).

No pressure tags for @pearynice @finalmoondragon @klausinamarink @hellion-child @stervrucht and as always anyone else who wants to join who hasn't been tagged yet.

This is long but hopefully worth it. 😌

I can't stop thinking about Stevie. Maybe she's still a monster hunter, on a mission to take down a vampire who's said to be killing people for fun in the city.

Maybe she signs on as a dancer, where she can keep an eye on things.

Maybe she notices Eddie keeping an eye on her, too. Which is a good thing, it's what she's there for. Cut the head off of the metaphorical snake, the rest of it crumbles down, too, right?

Stevie doesn't expect to enjoy being called to Eddie's office for private shows. Doesn't expect the way those dark eyes track her movements to make her ache with want.

She tells herself that her desire is just a weird vampire thing. She's definitely not into this woman who trades insults as often as she doles out compliments about what a pretty thing she has in her arms.

We get sort of spicy under the cut

It's harder to deny when Eddie gets her spread out on her desk the first time, legs draped over her shoulders. Eddie devours her, uses her tongue and her fingers and has Stevie crying with how badly she needs to come. Just when she feels like she's getting ready to lose her mind sharp teeth find the juncture of her thigh.

Stevie realizes Eddie's drinking from her, and she comes harder than she ever has before, screaming the other woman's name and holding on to those dark curls.

One time might be an accident. It stops being an accident when it keeps happening. Stevie is supposed to be there to kill Eddie, not to let the other woman fuck her on every surface in her office. She does, though. Gladly.

Stevie's bosses start coming down on her, tell her they're starting to suspect she's not actually trying to get the job done. Stevie doesn't want to but has to admit they're right.

She means to kill Eddie. Really, she does. Eddie just finds the knife first, when she's hiking Stevie's skirt up around her waist.

The vampire doesn't even question it. She traces the blade, lets it nick her thumb. Spreads the blood on Stevie's lower lip before licking it away.

Maybe it makes sense that Eddie doesn't end up dead, that the freak is into it. Maybe it makes sense that Stevie ends up riding her strap instead, coming so many times she's delirious.

Or maybe that's from blood loss from Eddie leaving shallow cuts across her skin only to drink from them until the bleeding stops again.

Maybe Stevie's a little bit of a freak, too.

[scoops-aboy86]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

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[hotluncheddie]

💕🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱💕

got tagged last week by @scoops-aboy86 <3

i haven't been able to write much lately but i was thinking about this a while ago and don't really know what to do with it, i think it fits best here, so...

You know how when there’s a younger and older sibling, the younger one will want to hang out with the older one; maybe they don’t have as many friends or they’re not old enough to be out on their own, but they’re allowed to hang out with the older one and their friends. And like, maybe the older sibling kinda doesn’t want the younger one hanging around, at first, sometimes, but they also understand the responsibility of it and like, they love their sibling. So there comes a point where maybe their friends complain or make fun of the younger sibling. And it’s like; no, you don’t get to do that, and it becomes obvious to their friends that the siblings are top of the priority ladder for each other. Like; yeah they’re my sibling and they’re annoying, but I would do anything for them so you shut your mouth right now. 

So I'm thinking about that, but it’s Steve and Dustin. And Dustin might be younger but he has a friend group and he hates how loneliness looks on steve, so he invites him to everything. And maybe there’s mixed reactions, sometimes they kinda just ignore Steve, sometimes they put in effort, sometimes they’re rude. But it becomes obvious pretty quick that Steve isn’t going anywhere, because that’s Dustin’s brother so you better get used to him. 

And I just, I think that’s neat. 

Not to mention Eddie having this dynamic thrust upon him, witnessing it with his own eyes and then coming in direct contact with Dustin going to bat for Steve. Which really threw him off, and scared him a little - that kid can do ire like no one else.

And maybe, eventually, Eddie goes to Dustin for advice, and to ask for a weird sort of permission. To be allowed to date Steve, to be allowed to love him. And is informed that 'it's about time, he likes when you remember his preferred food orders and if you break his heart I'm making Hopper put you in prison.' all in one breath and Eddie leaves the exchange dazed and scared and really really happy. Ready to be an official member of the group who are willing to go to the ends of the earth for Steve Harrington.

Tagging: @scoops-aboy86 @pearynice @steviewashere @puppy-steve

@runninriot @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

🪱🧠 Wiggly Wednesday 🧠 🪱

Post a brainworm, tag some friends, join the fun!

Today, I'm thinking of ...

... Steve doing this thing where he'll absentmindedly pat his back pocket with his flat hand to assure himself he's got his keys and wallet still in there. Just gets up from his seat, casually slaps his own ass and moves on. Doesn't even notice he's doing it.

But Eddie does. Oh boy, does Eddie notice.

It gets to a point where Eddie will ask Steve if he's sure he's got his wallet twenty times a day.

Robin eventually catches on and threatens spraying him with a water bottle.

No pressure, just kisses:

@rozzieroos @starryeyedjanai @auroraplume @sidekick-hero @sourw0lfs

@morningberriesao3 @runninriot @lunaraindrop @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @doomcheese

[thefreakandthehair]

“You looked like Gumby on that last swing, man,” Steve says, dropping his bag back on the kitchen table and grabbing two water bottles from the fridge, passing one to a sun-kissed Eddie. “How the hell did you hit it?”

Eddie chugs half the bottle and Steve definitely doesn’t stare at each bob of his throat as he drinks.

“If you swing wild enough, eventually you’ll hit something, right?” Eddie screws the cap back on the bottle and sets it on the table.

“Well, it worked for you at least,” Steve grins and takes a few steps closer, already missing the warmth from their closeness in the cage. “You looked great out here, y’know.”

“Thought I looked like Gumby?” Eddie challenges, smirking as Steve brackets in him against the edge of the kitchen table and lays both hands on Eddie’s hips.

“A hot Gumby, then,” Steve concedes.

It’s so goddamn lame. It’s so fucking stupid. Robin will never let him hear the end of that one but Eddie just smiles, mirroring Steve’s own before he closes the distance and presses his lips against Steve’s.

Finally, he thinks, one hand creeping up beneath Eddie’s tee shirt where Steve basks in the body heat of an Indiana summer. Eddie slides a hand around Steve’s neck, pulling him in closer with fingers entangled in the sweaty hair at the base of his neck. Steve hums against Eddie’s mouth, digging his fingertips into the flesh above Eddie’s waistband and opens his lips against Eddie’s. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Steve bites down gently as they part, both with heavy, needy breaths.

“I can’t believe you called me hot Gumby,” Eddie mocks with a quick kiss, chaste and closed-lipped this time.

“Did it work?”

“Kind of embarrassed to admit that it did, yeah.”

↳read chapter two of slipped between these ribs of mine [explicit] on ao3! written for @steddiesmuttyseptember!

tagging some peeps who expressed interest!: @sageclipse @pearynice @steddieasitgoes @stervrucht @runninriot

@lunaticmarunatic @lihhelsing @steddie-island @kas-eddie-munson @sidekick-hero

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[pennyplainknits]

More Coffee Steve

so I was tagged for wriggly Wedneday by @steddieas-shegoes and @runninriot to share some more thoughts for Wriggly Wednesday.

I've been discussing Coffee Steve with @torakowalski again. Once Eddie and Steve start...well maybe not dating but with a certain understanding that they are moving TOWARDS dating, Eddie really wants Wayne to come and visit the cafe. Wayne always starts his day with at least two cups of coffee that are blacker than the Under-Dark and Eddie's sure he'll like Steve's place if he gives it a chance. He also wants Uncle Wayne to meet Steve because no one is a better judge of character than his uncle, and Eddie's been hurt before.

Steve of course is dying to meet the famous Uncle Wayne and has been gently quizzing Eddie about Wayne's preferences so he can brew him the perfect cup, even though Eddie is unsure what those preferences are other than "black" and "wakes you up." He's kind of worried Steve might be a bit snooty although he knows that's unfair- Steve likes his fancy coffee machines that look like alchemical equipment but he also has a regular old filter machine like they have at home and he's seen him sell many a cup from there too. People can have their fancy donut-flavoured coffee. or a regular cup of black with half and half and Steve serves both with a smile.

Finally Eddie convinces Wayne to try "that yuppie place with your yuppie boy" even though Eddie says Steve's a self-made man, no help at all from his rich parents. Steve carefully pulls down the tin of the beans he decided on for Wayne, grinds them, puts them in a french press and brings it and a cup over to where Wayne and Eddie are sitting. Wayne thinks this looks a bit too fancy, but Steve is quick to point out that you can get French presses in any Goodwill. All polite and bashful, and so respecful to Wayne. He's left the plunger up because Eddie likes pressing it down, and perhaps Eddie would ike to show his uncle?

Eddie would. And Wayne drinks his coffee. It's really good but not quite there yet. Steve spends 30 minutes trying to pin down what he liked and what he didn't, and then next time Wayne vists there's a different tin of beans, and another and another, until Wayne has exactly the coffee he likes, not fancy, not dessert flavoured, no hissing machine or glass globes needed, but always there with his French press and his orange mug.

And Wayne says if that boy takes as much care with Eddie as he did finding the perfect coffee for an ornery old man, than he's not going to break Eddie's heart.

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Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @runninriot ! 🩵

Today I'm thinking about Corroded Coffin hiring a lingerie maid to clean Eddie's apartment as a joke, because somehow - between being kind of a loser in high school and being too busy once they actually became famous - Eddie is still a virgin.

He's prepared to spend however long in his office just ignoring whatever girl has the job, but he isn't expecting an actual goddess, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen to show up and strip down to a lacey red bra and panty set - garter belt and stockings and sinfully high heels included.

Eddie still ends up holed away in his office, but it's because he's trying not to come off like a total fucking creep show because she's just so gorgeous.

Stevie on the other hand, is having the time of her life. When she learned where her assignment would be, she was expecting some sleazy, lecherous, asshole rockstar. Instead, Eddie's so sweet and he's clearly trying his goddamn best to be respectful, and Stevie can't help but tease him as she cleans the office.

"You're acting like a nervous little dog," Stevie eventually says as she's dusting all the little knick-knacks on Eddie's desk. "Do your groupies never dress up all sexy for you?"

"I'm sure they do," Eddie replies as he glaces at her quickly, "but uh, I've never slept with one to know."

"No? I thought a rockstar like you would love that, having a constant stream of girls practically throwing themselves at you."

Stevie picks up a few pieces of trash and reaches over to drop them in the trash can, bending over more than is probably necessary. It's worth it when she hears Eddie try and fail to bite back a whimper.

"It, uh. It's a bit different when those girls are expecting said rockstar to be some kind of sex god but he's actually still a virgin."

No fucking way.

"Are you really?" she asks as she props her hip against the desk, and Eddie swallows hard as he nods and shrugs.

"I just. Haven't had the opportunity."

Stevie tuts at that and reaches out to twist one of his curls around her manicured finger. "Pretty boy like you? I'm sure you've had plenty of opportunities."

Eddie's blush deepens, the pink that's been dusting his face since Stevie arrived settling into a warm red. He's so fucking cute, and she can't help but tease him more.

"You can tell me the real reason, I promise I won't judge. Are you too embarrassed by your inexperience, baby? Or maybe you're just nervous. Maybe you're waiting for some pretty girl to come along and take charge, to teach you how it's done."

Eddie's pupils blow out, making his eyes even bigger and darker, and Stevie knows she's struck gold.

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No pressure tags @steddie-island @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe aaaaand @wynnyfryd

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Steddie Microfic September 3rd-9th Masterlist

Just Begging to Be Seen by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated E | cw: language, sexual content, dirty talk, slight d/s subspace

nice enough by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: implied sexual content, blood and injury | tags: eddie munson lives, post-vecna, flirting, implied getting together

untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

raining, pouring, falling by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: deity!steve, thunderstorms

Look At Me by @mrsjellymunson | Rated M | cw: longing, voyeurism and/or exhibitionism

Could've Been You by @runninriot | Rated E | cw: accidental voyeurism, sexual content | tags: pre steddie, confident steve harrington, steve/oc (past), eddie has a crush on steve, steve wants eddie

Into The Night by @griefabyss69 | Rated M | cw: urination, voyeurism

The Aloe Gel Tingles by @scoops-aboy86 | Rated M | cw: gratuitous steve ass | tags: gay eddie munson, bisexual steve harrington, and they were roommates, implied anilingus

miracle by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated G | no cw

Take a Picture, It'll Last Longer by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: locker room nudity | tags: pre-steddie, set during s2, hitting the showers, steve harrington has a big dick, and eddie munson can't help but notice

shower of snow by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: language | tags: eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, implied sort of enemies to lovers situation, hockey au, modern au, pre-steddie

Shower Spray by @bifuriouswaterbender | Rated E | no cw

The Thing by @fuctacles | Rated T | no cw | tags: roommates, pre-relationship, open interpretation