#stranger things ⁑ steddie heartbeat

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

I like to think that Steve would just put his cgm on and leave it at that. But once him and Eddie start dating (three weeks in), Eddie orders custom made patches from etsy that have super cute designs on them.

Some have books, bees, leaves, flowers, lots of nature stuff that Eddie knows Steve would love. Then there are the ones that are black, have bats on them, basically just the whole “metal aesthetic” that Eddie gets for shits and giggles.

Eddie gives these to Steve and Steve just starts sobbing. Full on ugly crying because no one had ever gone the extra mile for him until Eddie. Not until their chance meeting at that stupid Dairy Queen and Eddie’s monstrous blizzard. Steve immediately has Eddie put one onto the dexcom that’s on his left arm, which kind of feels like a huge step in their relationship.

Steve kisses Eddie stupid and doesn’t even deny that he got snot and tears on his face. He’s just too happy.

Steve is kind of gross (but in an endearing way) and saves each sensor cover in a little binder. Eddie is so in love and Robin is kind of disgusted.

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | explicit | wc: 2.1k | tags: getting together, fluff, love confessions, Steve takes care of Eddie | @steddielovemonth Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him | AO3)

The first time Steve feels Eddie's heartbeat, it's barely there. It's so faint that for an endless, terrifying moment, Steve thinks he's lost him.

That he's too late.

His fingers are on Eddie's neck, and there is so much blood that they keep slipping as he keeps searching for the reassuring thump-thump-thump of a pulse. Next to him, Dustin is sobbing and babbling, begging Steve to help Eddie, to save him. It brings tears to Steve's own eyes, the pain in Dustin's voice too much for him to bear. He shouldn't have left them alone, he should have come back sooner, he should have been better.

When he can't find what he's looking for, Steve presses his ear to Eddie's chest, desperate for some sign that he's not too late, that he hasn't failed his friends. That he hasn't let Eddie down.

Steve wants to cry with relief when he feels it, barely perceptible, but there. Eddie's heartbeat is pounding in his veins, pumping blood to wounds that need to be tended to right away.

"Come on, man, you're going to be okay. Just stay with me, Eddie. I got ya, you'll be as good as new, I promise," Steve swears not only to Eddie, but to Dustin as well. Even to himself, because he wants to believe it, too. Has to believe it.

Brown eyes, glassy with pain and blood loss, slowly open and blink up at him. "Steve?"

"Yeah, it's me. The guy who told you not to be cute, not to be a hero, but of course you didn't listen, did you?"

Inexplicably, Eddie grins at his words and Steve sees a deep gash in his cheek.

"You think I'm cute," Eddie says, sounding pleased even though it's obvious how much talking hurts him. It's easy to agree with him in this moment, anything to make Eddie happy and stop him from arguing.

"So cute, I'm going to sweep you off your feet now, Eddie." And with that, he scoops Eddie up in his arms, wincing at the way he whimpers in pain. "You gotta hang in there, yeah?"

Steve stumbles toward the trailer, wondering how he's going to get Eddie through the portal, almost missing when Eddie says quietly, "I'll try.”

They make it to the hospital, just barely. The doctors whisk Eddie away before Steve can check his heartbeat again, and he can't get his mind to stop its panicked mantra of too late, too late, too late. It's like his mind refuses to believe they made it without any tangible proof.

So later, when Eddie is out of surgery but still not allowed visitors, Steve sneaks into his room when no one is looking. Eddie's uncle is not there yet, and the room is eerily quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor.

It should be enough to reassure Steve that Eddie is, if not okay, at least alive.

But he isn't.

It's only with his ear pressed to Eddie's chest and hearing the rhythmic and steady beating of his heart that Steve is finally able to take a breath and let the tension seep out of his exhausted body. All he wants right now is to crawl onto the bed and let the sound lull him to sleep.

They almost lost Eddie. Steve almost lost Eddie.

It is with a mixture of surprise and confusion that he realizes just how much the thought hurts.

The next time Steve feels Eddie's heartbeat, it's not through his chest, but through the pulse in his veins.

This thing between them was so new and exciting, and Steve really had no idea what he was doing. Only that since that moment in the Upside Down when he had first pressed his ear to Eddie's chest and felt the faint beating of his heart against his cheek, something had changed.

Not even in a monumental way. It wasn't something Steve could have put his finger on at first.

But something had changed.

There was a new awareness of Eddie in Steve's mind, a space carved out just for the other boy. Like a beacon sending out signals, Steve always knew where Eddie was in a room and what he was doing.

And then there was this current that ran between them. Every time their bodies so much as brushed against each other, Steve could feel it. Sparks of electricity and heat coursing through his veins.

It was both heady and intense, making Steve wonder when he would reach his breaking point, unable to take it anymore, and finally act on it.

In the end, it was Eddie who snapped, kissing Steve with lips that tasted of cheap beer and the grilled cheese sandwiches Steve had made for them. But Steve returned it eagerly, licking happily into Eddie's mouth while his hands had cupped Eddie's face, holding him as if he were precious.

One thing led to another, and soon Steve had Eddie spread out on his sheets, the scars on his body like wildflowers blooming in the aftermath of life's wildfires. Each mark a testament to the battles he fought and the strength that ran through him like roots anchoring a majestic tree. Because he survived, he fought to stay with them, and only because of his strength is Steve allowed to hold him now.

That's why he made sure to caress each and every scar with his hands and mouth, baring his own heart in the process.

When his lubed finger first entered Eddie's body, Steve was as overwhelmed as Eddie, both men needing to catch their breath as their hearts thundered in their chests. At first Steve thought it was his own heart beating so hard he could feel his pulse in his finger. But then he realized it was Eddie's wild heart beating against Steve's finger inside him in a loving embrace.

Steve never knew that he would ever feel someone else's heart so intimately. That he would be able to feel it's rhythm from inside another's body, as if he was holding Eddie's heart in his own hands.

And when he finally sank into him, Steve lay still for a plethora of eternities, reveling in the sensation of Eddie's heartbeat welcoming him home.

Even though Steve wouldn't be able to say those words aloud for another two months, he knew that what they had done that day was love.

The day Steve finally finds the words to say how he feels about him, he can feel Eddie's heart saying it right back to Steve's palm on his chest.

They've been dating for two months now, and though they have to be careful in a way Steve has never had to be before, he wouldn't trade it for the world. Not if it meant falling asleep in Eddie's arms and waking up to the sight of his boyfriend's nose scrunched up adorably as his wild curls tickle it where they don't spill across the pillow they share.

Steve hasn't said them yet, those three words he's only said to one other person, but he tells Eddie every day in his own way. A million little things, from lingering touches to meals prepared to comfortable silences shared.

He tells Eddie he loves him every day when he puts his head on Eddie's chest to feel his heart beat in that steady, rhythmic way that says he's alive. That there is a future, not an almost, but a maybe. A hopefully.

Eddie always lets him, holding still when Steve pushes him down and climbs on top of him so he can lie comfortably and listen to his favorite sound inside Eddie's body. If Vecna were still alive, which fortunately he isn't, Eddie's heartbeat would be the song that could save Steve.

As they lay there, Eddie kept tapping his own rhythm on Steve's back. It's always the same, a song Steve doesn't recognize but has come to love as much as anything else about this impossible man beneath him.

On this particular day, Steve has just finished folding laundry when the doorbell rings. He drops the sweater he's been holding and goes to the door, wondering who it could be. Robin was on a trip with her parents and the kids had school. He and Eddie would see each other tonight at the trailer, have a quick and early dinner before Wayne had to go to work, and he and Eddie would spend the rest of the evening satisfying the ever-present hunger for each other.

When he opens his front door, he's surprised to see Eddie standing there, but one look at his face is enough to tell Steve that something is wrong. He quickly pulls Eddie inside and closes the door before wrapping his boyfriend in his arms.

"What happened, baby?" He asks in a soft voice, feeling Eddie tremble in response. Steve knows that Eddie had a job interview today, down at the new record store, and he was so excited about it. The owner, Stuart, was new in town, so he didn't know who Eddie was or what people thought about him. It was the fresh start Eddie so desperately needed in a town that never quite let him forget that in their eyes he's still a murderer and a freak.

A growing pit in Steve's stomach tells him that some people had been forthcoming enough to tell Stuart all about Eddie before today's interview.

"Was it the interview? Did Stuart not hire you?"

Eddie shakes his head silently, and Steve thinks it's as much an answer to his question as it is Eddie asking not to have to talk about it. Steve understands. When things get too much, too overwhelming, Eddie goes silent. It takes time for him to find his voice, and Steve has learned to give him that time.

He begins to rock him gently, humming a song to himself as he holds Eddie in his arms.

Steve doesn't know how much time passes before Eddie finally lifts his head from where it was buried in Steve's neck to look at him.

"Cyndi Lauper, really?" Eddie teases, and even though it still sounds a bit weak, Steve takes it as a win.

Still rocking gently, Steve puts his hand on Eddie's chest just above his heart.

"What can I say, it makes me think of you." And Steve begins to sing, his voice soft as his eyes never leave Eddie's.

You with the sad eyes, don't be discouraged

Oh, I realize

It's hard to take courage, in a world full of people

You can lose sight of it all

And the darkness inside you can make you feel so small

But I see your true colors shining through

I see your true colors

And that's why I love you

And because he can't let Eddie have the slightest doubt about what Steve is trying to tell him, he says it again: "That's why I love you, Eddie."

Under his palm, Eddie's heart is still beating strong and sure, faster than usual, and Steve wonders if that means he's excited or scared by Steve's words.

The look in his eyes tells Steve it's the former.

Eddie's hand settles over Steve's on Eddie's chest and he begins to tap it gently in a rhythm that Steve has become familiar with.

Tap tap pause long tap, short tap, long tap, short tap, short tap, short tap, long tap, long tap pause long tap, short tap, long tap, long tap, short tap, short tap, long tap, short tap, long tap, long tap.

"That's how my heart would beat for you if it could, Stevie, spelling the same thing over and over again."

And he repeats the rhythm again, as if it meant something. Spelling the same thing...

"Is that... Eddie, is that Morse code?"

"I keep telling you, you're a lot smarter than you think you are, sweetheart. Want to know what it says?"

Steve thinks he knows, but he wants to hear Eddie say it, so he nods.

"I," Eddie says and taps Steve's hand twice on his chest.

"Love," he adds and follows with a series of taps, long, short, long, short, short, short, long, long.

"You," he finishes and Steve's smile widens with each tap of his hand. Long, short, long, long, short, short, long, short, long, long.

Eddie has been tapping those words against his skin since the first time they made love.

"You've been telling me that all along," he marvels, his voice full of wonder and love.

Eddie finally kisses him, painfully tender. "My heart has been trying to tell you ever since you started listening to it."

And Steve thinks maybe Eddie is right, it just took him a little while to understand its language.

[amorchai]

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[shushmal]

Stranger to Myself (I think of Home)

For @steddie-week Day 5! Rated T — Check the tags and content warnings!

Eddie is a monster.

Eddie started watching Steve because it didn’t hurt so bad. Didn’t hurt like it does with every glimpse he catches of Wayne, of Dustin. The people who had loved Eddie when he was Eddie. But Steve—Steve was safe. Steve was a boy Eddie knew in passing glances and high school gossip, a guy who was laughing with his friends in another room at every party, a man who planted his feet and fought monsters and helped save the world. Steve who told Eddie to be safe, because Steve was kind when he didn't have to be, when he wasn't expected to—so Eddie finds himself watching Steve instead.

Because Eddie is a monster, and Steve knows exactly what to do with monsters. Eddie knows this.

To Steve, it wouldn't matter that Eddie is the last little bit of the apocalypse still kicking around Hawkins. Eddie who had been chewed up and spat out of hell at the last second, just before the final dungeon slammed shut, sneaking through the shadows unseen, past the unsuspecting heroes wrapped up in their victory. Past his friends, the people who had tried to keep Eddie safe. Past Dustin, who’s face had already been changed by grief.

Past Steve, as well. Steve, who told Eddie to be safe, and Eddie hadn’t.

Eddie wonders sometimes, what Vecna really had in mind for him. 

But Eddie is just an unfinished experiment, not quite who he used to be, but not yet the thing Vecna had been trying to twist him into, before the wrinkly ballsack bastard bit it and disintegrated into dust like some b-grade horror movie villain written by some unimaginative hack that shouldn’t have even been in the writer’s room.

He’s the last piece of the Upside Down, Vecna’s last monster, but Eddie’s worst crime post-resurrection is a bit of misdemeanor stalking, simple battery, and animal cruelty. A guy’s gotta eat, afterall. It had taken a while to figure out his own exact brand of vampirism, but Eddie’s gone a few years now without killing anything or anyone. He would be proud of it, but instead he watches Steve make dinner and feels sick on the aftertaste of iron and salt still coating his tongue.

Eddie had started watching Steve because it didn’t hurt, because Steve would take care of it, if Eddie ever needed to be put down. Eddie knows this.

So, it didn’t hurt so bad to watch Steve—until it did. 

By then, Eddie was too far gone and couldn’t stop.

His Steve who came back to his lonely castle, days and days after that final battle, after the climax of the story, the end of a legend, still bloody and scorched, none the wiser to the monster peering through his windows, watching. And that was Eddie’s first clue, that was how Eddie first learned that he wasn’t really Eddie anymore—that nervous energy he used to have in life had died with him. Now he sits motionless in the tall pines behind Steve’s house for hours and days, unmoving, as he watches Steve live. 

Sometimes, Steve looks out his window, eyes scanning the treetops like he knows Eddie’s there. Everytime, Eddie sits up a little straighter, like a dog eager for attention. But everytime, Steve’s eyes drift past him, unseeing, searching.

It leaves Eddie—already out of step with life, with humanity—a little unsettled, a little too hopeful. Eddie is a thing that shouldn’t be seen ever again, a dead man without a heartbeat, without breath in his lungs, without a reason to exist and yet still here. He wishes he were still dead. He wishes even more that Steve knew he was there, that Steve was looking for him. But Eddie knows better. Eddie can’t go to Steve, because Eddie is a monster and Steve has fought enough monsters. Eddie doesn’t want to get added to the list. He doesn’t want to do that to Steve.

Eddie sits in the trees instead, unmoving and watching for days and weeks. Sometimes he leaves, to feed. Sometimes he stands in the middle of Steve’s empty house when he’s gone, breathing in the lonely silence. Sometimes, he closes his eyes and dreams.

But they’re never his own dreams.

And he never, ever visits anyone else in their sleep, in their dreams and nightmares. No one, except for Steve. His Steve, who’s dreaming of a summer day, sun high in the sky, sitting on the top of skull rock with a six pack and a cigarette. It’s such a simple, beautiful dream. All of Steve’s dreams are like that. Eddie watches the line of Steve’s neck as he tilts his head back in the sunlight, face catching the July warmth.

Steve doesn’t startle when Eddie sits beside him. Just leans in until his head rests on Eddie’s shoulder. It’s beautiful, he’s so beautiful, Eddie wants to cry.

“I miss you,” Steve whispers, like it’s a secret. He presses a smile into Eddie’s jacket. “Isn’t that silly? I barely even knew you.”

Eddie has to swallow back the emotion filling his throat. “Yeah, that’s pretty silly,” he croaks.

“I wanted to though,” Steve sighs. He leans even closer, hands grasping at Eddie’s sleeve, the back of his shirt, and Eddie wishes they could melt into each other, become one thing, become Steve with just Eddie hiding between Steve’s ribs, in his blood, sitting in the center of his chest right next to his heart. “I wanted to know you. I wanted to kiss you so bad.”

If this were real, if they were really sitting on skull rock in the sunlight right now, if Eddie was human, he would be crying. But here, in Steve’s dream, he doesn’t, can’t. Maybe Steve doesn’t want him to be sad.

“Really?” he breathes instead. “Me?”

Steve hums, his hand sliding down into Eddie’s, fingers warm, soft. “Robin calls you my Great Bisexual Awakening.”

Eddie barks a laugh, throwing his head back. He wants to be sobbing, but he laughs instead and when he stops, Steve is looking up at him, painted dream soft and sweet. They watch each other, Eddie cataloging the specks of gold and green in Steve’s eyes. He’s beautiful. 

But then Steve blinks, and the corner of his mouth turns down, smile falling away. Eddie feels his skin prickle. He feels watched.

“I miss you,” Steve says again, urgent. And then, just like that, he smiles again, and the feeling’s gone, and Steve presses his face once more into Eddie’s shoulder. “Tell me something.”

Eddie tries to shake off the feeling of disquiet, to relax back into the tenderness of Steve’s dream. “Like what?”’

“Something I don’t know.” He’s beautiful, so beautiful, and Eddie adores him, loves him so much.

“I wanted to kiss you, too.”

Eddie opens his eyes, his breath sharp in the silent forest, and watches as Steve sits up in his bed, gripping the blankets tight in his fists. Even from here, in his haven in the trees, he can see the tears on Steve’s face. He never wants Steve to cry.

When morning comes, he steals into Steve’s home, buries himself in the lingering warmth of his sheets after Steve leaves for work. The fading smell of him is intoxicating, even the salty sting of Steve’s tears, and Eddie wants so desperately. Wants him from the pain in his throat, the hitch in his breath, the way he’s been hollowed from the inside out. Everything has been taken out of Eddie, scooped from between his ribs and scraped smooth, an empty jack o’lantern waiting to rot on the front step. 

The wanting is worse than the starving, the thirst. Eddie can’t cry anymore, he isn’t human enough to, but he wishes he could.

Instead, he lays in Steve’s bed, breathes him in, and disappears into the woods behind Steve’s home when he hears the rumble of Steve’s car turn onto the street. He watches as Steve falls into the bed, long gone cold since Eddie has soaked up all the warmth from the blankets in the long hours of Steve's absence. He watches, a monster, as Steve’s eyes glance through the window, eyes on the trees. Straightens up, hoping and wanting, and slumps as that gaze slides past him. He watches Steve’s evening with longing building in his chest, and when Steve slips beneath his covers, Eddie closes his eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks.

Steve is sitting on the edge of his roof in this dream, watching the forest intently. He doesn’t turn his head towards Eddie, caught on a particular spot in the woods.

“You, I think. At least, I think it’s you. I hope it’s you.”

Eddie leans in close, hoping that Steve will turn his eyes, to look at Eddie, to give him that sweet, dreamy smile. “You shouldn’t bother waiting for something like me,” he tells Steve, desperate for those pretty eyes to look at him. “You should be happy.”

“I am happy,” Steve murmurs. He doesn’t look happy. He doesn’t look at Eddie. He watches the distant trees, standing guard. “I’m happy waiting. I think I can wait forever.”

Eddie doesn’t dare touch him, doesn’t dare turn Steve’s head. Even though it hurts. It hurts so bad, so Eddie opens his eyes. In the distance, Steve turns in his bed, chest expanding with a sleepy sigh, and doesn’t leave his dreams.

Morning comes again, and the night falls again, morning and night and morning. Eddie rises from his perch, glides closer to the empty house to steal through the unlocked door. He lays in Steve’s bed, in the shadow of Steve’s warmth left on the sheets. Breathes him in, even though Eddie needs no air. He leaves when he hears the rumble of a familiar engine. Night falls. He closes his eyes.

Eddie watches the way Steve sits on the edge of his roof again, feet dangling, eyes scanning the treeline at the back of his house, quiet and sentry. Like he’s waiting for another monster to appear between the tree trunks. Eddie sits beside him, and doesn’t speak, not even when Steve whispers, only once.

“I miss you.”

Morning comes again, and then night. Sun and moon, wax and wane. The summer heat does not bother Eddie, nor does the winter snow. He imagines building a family of snowmen in Steve’s yard, company for a lonely house. No one visits Steve here. Like they’d forgotten Steve altogether, and Eddie’s the only one left to bear witness to Steve Harrington. Steve who is lonely, who sleeps and dreams and waits for the monster in the woods. Or maybe…

Maybe Steve told them not to come here. Because here is only for Steve, and only for Eddie.

Night falls, and then the morning breaks. Steve doesn’t rise from the bed.

Uneasily, Eddie shifts. Snow slides from his shoulders, landing in heavy thumps on the forest floor below him. He watches as Steve rolls onto his back, arm over his eyes, mouth twisted in pain. Even from here, he can see the tears on Steve’s face. He watches Steve lay in bed the entire day, until night falls. Eddie closes his eyes.

Steve’s dream isn’t a dream this time—a vast darkness instead, stretching long and far. Eddie takes a hesitant step. Water splashes beneath his bare foot. He turns.

And suddenly, it’s like he can hear Steve in his ear, whispering, “I’m happy waiting. I think I can wait forever.”

Eddie turns again, and Steve is there, watching, waiting. Eddie feels the instinct of it, the prickling awareness of being seen. It settles over his skin, sharp and biting like ants. Eddie is the monster, and Steve has found him. His gaze roots Eddie where he stands, water lapping against his toes. The ripples roll away from him, stretching the unreachable distance between Eddie and Steve, distant stars, until they crash against Steve’s feet, and the water settles again, falls calm.

“I miss you though,” Steve whispers, right into Eddie’s ear. “I can wait forever, but I miss you.”

“Really?” Eddie asks. It echoes through the dark. He can see the way Steve smiles, even from so far away.

“Of course,” Steve whispers. “I’m waiting for—”

Dawn breaks through the trees, and Eddie opens his eyes with a gasp. The sound is sharp through the silent forest. Morning mist rises from the pine strewn ground. Steve isn’t in his bed anymore, and Eddie feels himself almost panic, gaze searching.

Searching, until he finds Steve, not even three feet up, sitting above his window on the roof. He stares out into the trees, stares right at Eddie, finally sees the monster in the woods. That gaze raises the hair on Eddie’s arm, animal instinct tightening his muscles, his bones. Steve watches him from his perch on the roof, watches Eddie watch him back. 

He’s the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen.

Because Steve’s not standing guard. He’s waiting. Waiting for the thing in the woods, for Eddie to finally come home.

Eddie shouldn’t, shouldn’t go to him, but now that he knows, how can he make Steve wait a moment longer? 

Steve gasps when he appears, but it’s not fear in his eyes when he looks at Eddie. Eddie feels it again, feels watched, feels seen. Steve looks up at him and his smile is the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen.

“There you are,” he whispers. “I missed you."

[myfictionaldreams]

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steddie (steve/eddie/reader) 🤘😎

please rest!  (fluff, smut)

You always wake up from date night feeling achy and exhausted and sometimes, you don't always prioritise your rest when you need it most. However, it seems great minds think alike where Steve and Eddie are concerned.

give me a d!  (fluff, smut)

Steve finds your old cheerleader outfit and is desperate for you to try it on and surprise Eddie.

heartbeat - kinktober - vampire!steddie (smut, fluff, dark-ish)

The upside down had changed Steve and Eddie forever but, at least their obsession for you hadn't changed. However, instead of your sweet smiles that they craved to see everyday, it was listening to the thumping of your heartbeat.

deepthroat/facesitting - kinktober (smut)

It's Eddie's birthday and all he wants for breakfast is you.

eddie munson 🤘

angel ~ (fluff, smut)

You have had this surprise planned for weeks now. Tonight, you were going to dress up as an angel for Eddie but, what you hadn’t anticipated was the fact that Eddie would be coming home with the rest of the Hellfire’s club, incluing your little brother Dustin.

dungeon Master meets his Mistress  (fluff)

Hellfire is short a member, so Dusting and the boys bed their old babysitter who taught them DnD to come play and because they know Eddie has a crush on he and wants to introduce them.

hair pulling (kinktober) (smut)

You weren’t even thinking when you pulled his hair to get his attention, didn’t notice the dark look in his eyes as he promised to make you pay later

dacryphilia - kinktober  (smut)

Eddie always loved teasing you but what happens when it goes too far?

face sitting - kinktober  (smut)

It was your six month anniversary and Eddie wanted only one thing, for you to sit on his face

cold rings (smut, fluff)

Eddie was known for being a bad influence and you were more than happy to go along for the ride.

pretty eyes  (fluff, smut)

Eddie was your best friend but you were undoubtedly in love with him. During one of Steve's house parties, you find yourself in bed with him which wasn't unusual, you were only hugging after all... until your lips are brushing against his.

don’t distract me  (smut)

Eddie had promised he would meet you after DnD to study for the upcoming exams but when he leaves you waiting in the rain, what will he do to make it up to you?

you're mine, sweetheart (smut)

Eddie Munson loved many things but above all else, he loved teasing you, especially when it was so easy to do. All day he had been whispering into your ear and giving lingering touches and now, you were ready for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

sweat - kinktober (smut)

Eddie was a pretty boy, and even prettier when he was sweating in his after-sex glow

religion play/priest kink - kinktober (smut, dark)

You were unsure as to what you'd done to offend the new priest. What's worse is that your mom had invited him over for dinner where you find him going through your bedside draw, revealing all of your well-kept secrets.

steve harrington 😎

roleplay - kinktober (smut, darkish)

it had been your idea to dress up for Halloween as characters from Scream but what happens when you forget it's Steve under the mask

[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.

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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

[runninriot]

my AO3

multi-chapter

Wet Dreams

Virgin Eddie, Power Bottom Steve | 14k | 3/3 | E

Unlovable

Steve POV, Sexuality Crisis, Finding Love | 19k | 3/3 | M

Find Me In The Moonlight

Kas!Eddie, Monsterlover!Steve | 16k | 2/2 | E

Take Me Home (I Don't Wanna Stay Here)

Girl Dad!Eddie, finding home, falling in love | 24k | 3/3 | M

Real Love Is Forever

Stranger Things x The Crow (1994) mix-up | 29k | 4/4 | M

Where The Sun Still Shines

a story about loss and finding love | 20k | 3/3 | M

Show Me What It’s Like (To Live On The Other Side)

Vampire!Steve AU | 20k | 2/2 | E

I Just Wanna Be Someone's Disaster

Slutty Steve & Naughty Eddie | 15k | 3/3 | M

series

Small Riots

microfics collection

The Best You Ever Tasted SteddieSmutSeries | E

Cravin' 9k | Horns 11k | Baby 8k | Games 10k | Breathe 10k | Darling 10k | Harder 11k | Heartbeat 5k | Want 10k | Sinner 11k | Liberate 9k | Worship 10k | Touch 9k | Devil 7k | (ongoing)

Forever and Always sub eddie munson | E

Sweet Thing 9k | Safe Space 6k

Bring Me To Life depressed boys finding love | E

Lifeless Stars 13k | Stop the World 18k | Love Letter 18k

The Hardest Place To Be 'rivals' to lovers

The Hardest Place 8k | Can't Get Enough 2k

High & Driving | Dad!Steve AU

High And Driving 16k | Never Knew Love 4 k

oneshots

Backstage Romance (I Want It Bad)

Rockstar Eddie, secret hook-ups | 7k | E

Show Me What You Got

strangers to lovers, inspired by art | 4k | T

You're the Symphony, I'll write the Song

Confident Steve/Virgin Eddie | 5k | E

Say My Name (I Need Reminding)

Angst with Happy Ending | 2k | M

Never Too Much (Never Enough)

Dom Eddie/Sub Steve | 2k | E

Loud Like Love

Eddie thinks he's straight, spoiler: he's not | 2k | E

Away From The Sun (Into My Arms)

art inspired, Vampire Eddie/MF Steve | 2k | E

Only Me

Dom Steve/Sub Eddie | 2k | E

Beautiful Boy

Shy Eddie Munson in Lingerie | 4k | E

(Un)Used

Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers | 2k | E

Dirty Wishes On My Mind

Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk | 4k | E

Feel (I Know What You Need)

Pillow Princess Steve/Service Dom Eddie | 4k | E

Say You're Sorry

Sub Top Eddie/Bossy Bottom Steve | 3k | E

Hurt full of Hope

Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort | 4k | E

Damn You, Capitalism!

Steddie Husbands, Domestic Fluff & Smut | 1k | E

keep your pretty face out of trouble

falling in lover over bruises and a bloody nose | 2k | T

Love Me Til It Hurts

Monster!Eddie & MonsterLover!Steve | 1k | E

Always Meant To Be

Missed Opportunities & Second Chances | 4k | T

Even Heroes Fail Sometimes

post fighting Vecna, Angst with Happy Ending | 4k | M

Lost and Found

Angst and Fluff and Smut | 3k | E

Maybe

Lovers to Exes, Emotional Hurt, Open Ending | 2k | M

To Be Me

Steve Harrington Is a Mess, Self-Discovery | 2k | M

The Last Sunset

Drunk Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending | 3k | T

Worth It

art inspired, pining, co-workers to lovers | 2k | M

fun to be famous

famous Corroded Coffin, model Steve | 1k | M

Mine

Possessive Steve Harrington | 4k | E

Love Drunk

Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers | 2k | T

Until You Come Back And Be Mine

famous Corroded Coffin, Second Chances, Lovers to Strangers to Lovers | 4k | T

One Last Time (And Another)

Lack of Communication, Misunderstandings | 1k | M

Easy

Friends to Lovers | 1k | T

Never Again

emotional hurt/comfort | 4k | M

no reason to hide

Max POV, secret relationship (Steddie) | 4k | T

Hold On For All It's Worth

Hurt/Comfort, Eddie Munson is a Mess | 1k | M

Memories I Have Remind Me Of You

friends to lovers to exes to lovers | 2k | T

Go To Hell, For Heaven's Sake

Demon!Eddie, Monsterlover!Steve | 13k | E

as long as we're together

est. relationship, fluff | 1k | T

Alive

cw: non-con/attempted rape, hopeful ending | 4k | E

Tomorrow

art inspired, friends to lovers | 1k | M

Oh, Thats What Dreams Are Made Of

Idiot Friends To Lovers | 7k | M

Ain't No Sin To Be Glad You're Alive

POV Wayne Munson | 1k | T

Nowhere I'd Rather Be (Cuz You Are Home)

Love Confessions | 4k | M

Monsoon & Harrison

Porn Actors AU | 4k | E

Tonight We Fall From The Stars

Campfire Romance | 2k | M

Someone You Shouldn’t Have Fallen In Love With

Matchmaker Robin, Friends to Lovers | 3k | T

Ain't It Good To Know (That You've Got A Friend)

5+1 Things | 7k | T

Cliffhanging On Your Painted Nails

Rockstar!Eddie, Groupie Steve | 4k | M

You & I (And My Dirty Mind)

Overcoming Insecurities | 8k | M

I Hear The Secrets That You Keep

Friends to Lovers | 8k | M

[katyawriteswhump]

I think we're alone now (steddie/steve whump fic)

Finally finished my latest 'ate the whole of my life' fic on AO3 (forgot to post the ending here before-- srsly can't possibly keep up with two streams, but figured I'd cross-post the start now it's completed in case anybody is interested) Thanks to anybody who stuck with me for the ride ;)

I think we're alone now (56194 words) by katya1828 Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Jim "Chief" Hopper, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Steve Harrington Series: Part 6 of Hard to Hate (aka Steve whump fic thread!)

Chapter One

Eddie’s night was warming up—i.e. he was rolling his second joint—when a loud crack sounded from the undergrowth. That was when Steve Harrington stumbled into his life.

For a few thudding heartbeats, Eddie was spooked. Was it a very lost, totally smashed freshman? A bear?

Eddie jumped up from his favourite log. Steve lurched, aimlessly, toward Eddie’s half-assed attempt at a bonfire. Then he froze—perhaps noticing he was on course to transform himself into a Nike-clad version of the Wicker Man.

From a few yards off, Steve stared at Eddie, who recognised the douche from the eternity they’d spent together at High School. Eddie gawked back, incredulous: “What the heck, man?”

Steve kept staring. Didn’t move. Only stared.

“Uh, Harrington. You know me, right?”

Harrington didn’t seem to—only saw a long-haired freak. “I swear this doesn’t happen to Jon Bon Jovi,” mumbled Eddie. He made a mental note to push some low-quality stash to Steve and his dipshit friends next time they came crawling. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

Still no answer.

“Harrington? You okay? Never thought I’d see you wandering round like a lost little sheepie.” 

Of all Eddie’s off-road haunts, this was the most remote and secret. Nobody un-initiated ever found it. That said, jerks like Steve had their woodland haunts, too—Lovers Lake, Skull Rock. Maybe the moron got lost? Most likely… but, Oooooh shit! All kinds of alarm bells clanged off in Eddie’s head. It was kinda chilly this late on a spring night, and Harrington had got no jacket—he could afford a decent jacket, right? Uuuuuuh, and Steve wore only one sneaker.

Eddie edged close enough to spot a bruise near Steve’s lip, the blood streaking one side of his face. “Jesus, what happened to you, man?”

Steve’s knees buckled, and he slumped heavily onto them. Eddie indulged in a split second of indecision—this wasn’t his problem, and he could just run . Then he crouched down and caught Steve, clumsily, before Steve crumpled face-first into the mud.

So, there he was, arms wrapped around platinum dickhead Steve Harrington, who leaned heavily against him

“Shit,” said Eddie. “Okay, big guy, do you think you can make it over to that luxurious couch?”

Eddie nodded toward the log. Steve didn’t even lift his head. He trembled violently, his breathing ragged and uneven. Eddie—because wtf else could he do?—hauled Steve to his feet. He guided Steve over to the fallen trunk, groaning at the near deadweight pressed against him. Steve sank onto the log, drooped forward, then wrapped an arm tight around his ribs. Finally, as Eddie hovered, still tempted to flee to the next county, Steve lifted his chin and blinked.

“Munson?”

Okay, maybe Steve wasn’t quite the dick Eddie thought him to be. That was becoming far from the least of Eddie’s problems. Steve was pale and bleeding, and yeah, there were goddamn twigs in that fabled hair.

“Yeah, it’s me, buddy.” Eddie sat down beside Steve, who widened those huge eyes even further, then kinda flinched. Most shocking of all, his lower lip trembled… and Eddie baulked, half-wondering if that single joint had gotten him trippy.  

Because Eddie was suddenly as up close and personal as he’d ever been to Steve’s incongruously pretty, if currently somewhat bruised mouth. The mouth he loathed the hell out of, because he got why girls wanted to kiss it so bad. Or, even why some guys did… If the homophobic bullshit that beyond-asshole Billy Hargrove recently put around about Steve had any truth behind it.

Oh, yeah. Eddie had long harboured a beyond-dumbass hankering to do the same as all those lucky gals and guys.

Steve trapped his trembling lip between his very white teeth. “Hey, it’s okay,” said Eddie. “Uh, welcome to my fort. I apologise—it’s kinda rough around the edges. No luxury picnic bench at this one, though the builders are due next Tuesday to plumb in the ensuite.”

Steve didn’t laugh. The drop of fresh blood sliding down the side of Steve’s face proved the final straw. If Eddie wasn’t going to run away, then he was going to have to take this seriously. 

Ugh, seriously?

“Okay, Harrington—where do you need to be? Because I ain’t go no wheels. Not that they would be much use out here, anyhooo.”

It was kinda a surprise when Steve answered: “I… uh, I don’t know.” He ran his fingers distractedly across that mouth. His nails were dirty, and when he pushed them into his hair, they snagged.

“Look, you’re bleeding—are you hurt bad? Do I need to get you some help?”

“No. I’m okay… I’m good,” mumbled Steve. “Just gimme a minute, all right?”

“Cool.” Eddie couldn’t contain a sigh of relief. One unwanted guest here was one too many.  “Can I get you…” Okay, so he didn’t exactly have a supply of WASP-friendly mineral water. “It’s beer or 7-11 fake cola.”

“Beer,” murmured Steve. An owl hooted and the wind rattled through the trees, and Eddie scooted off to oblige. He fumbled in his pack to locate a not-too-grubby Dunkin Donuts napkin. Meanwhile, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed Steve reach into his jeans pocket, and draw out a jar of pills.

By the time Eddie returned, Steve was tipping the contents into his palm. Which was going badly, because his hand still shook. Way too many pills came out, and Steve grunted as they tumbled to the moist forest floor. Then he dropped the jar altogether. “Shit, shit, shit! I need those, man, I need them.”

He sounded totally distraught, half-sliding, half-falling off the log in pursuit. Eddie kneeled down to help and got to the jar first. When he squinted to read the label, his eyebrows shot sky-high.

“Valium, dude? Wow—never thought I’d see you poppin’ the housewives’ fave.”

Steve, kinda shame-facedly, grabbed the jar back. “Can I have that beer now?”

“Hey, not judging, dude! Stole ‘em off your Mom, huh?” Steve's latest flinch answered that one for him. “Look, I can fix you up with more if you’re interested. Better, in fact.” Eddie opened the beer for Steve—no point risking further spillages—then had second thoughts. “Okay, if you’re going to take those, do you mind if I suggest the Cola option?” 

Steve shrugged, as Eddie’s mind screamed—since when did I A, counsel the sensible choice, B, give a flying fuck? That said, he wanted Steve to be able to leave, ASAP. Eddie side-lined the beer, and grabbed the Cola, and opened it for Steve. Who palmed two pills into his mouth, and washed them down with the weak, brown nectar. “Thank you,” he whispered. Then he closed his eyes, and let out a long, shuddering sigh. Another drop of blood trickled down his cheek.

“We need to stop that bleeding, man.” Very carefully, Eddie leaned forward with the napkin and dabbed at the blood. Steve flinched harder than ever, and sliced up a hand as if to protect himself.  “Don’t worry, I’m not going in for the death blow. I just need to clean you up a bit.”

Steve’s shoulders sagged, as if in surrender. Eddie tentatively wiped more of the blood from Steve’s brow, and his own worries ratcheted up a whole new notch. 

Harrington was usually a brash dick, and had no trouble mouthing off about anything and everything, straight outta the gate. Whatever trouble he’d gotten himself into, he was clearly badly shaken, maybe even in shock, and… Crap, what if he had amnesia? If he was found with Eddie… Oh yeah, baby, Eddie could see exactly where that would go.

Everyone who was anyone would assume he attacked Steve. The Pigs would do anything to dump trailer-trash Eddie Munson Jr into jail where he belonged. Harrington himself could easily lie, or simply not refute any assumptions, and flush Eddie right down the shithole.

Eddie removed the blood-spotted napkin, folded it over and handed it to Steve. “Hold that over the cut.”

When Steve didn’t instantly respond, Eddie took his fingers—cool, smooth, weirdly brittle right now—and placed them in the right spot. Steve hissed between his teeth, and Eddie withdrew his touch. 

This was weeeeeeiiird.

“Look, Harrington—are you gonna level with me about what you’re doing out here?”

Steve stared at the fire, mouth pressed into a thin white line.

“You’re making me nervous, man.” 

Eddie glanced at the napkin Steve held to his head. Not soaked with blood, so the wound had clotted. Steve's fingers still trembled, though… and something panged, deep inside Eddie. 

He slid off his denim jacket, placed it carefully around Steve. “Hey, we’re safe, I promise. Nobody ever comes out here, and you don’t have to spill your guts, but… Did you, uh, by any chance clash with Hargrove tonight? That boy has some serious unchecked anger issues."

Steve palpably tensed. Eddie was onto something. Not his business, and yet…

“Those rumours he put about were harsh, man. What he said about you putting out for him—and, uh, any dude who dropped their trousers—totally out of order.”

Steve’s laugh was one of the most miserable sounds Eddie ever heard.

So Eddie went and said waaaaay too much: “Look, if by any remote chance you and Hargrove were real, and he’s gone and been a tool about it, it’s cool, man. I’m… uh, I’m not like other people.”

“Wha—” That had Steve looking up sharply, a single line creasing across his forehead. He looked away just as swiftly, shook his head. “Nah. Tonight had nothing to do with Billy, it was my fa… No, I guess… I guess Billy started it.”

Eddie reached for the opened beer can. He casually took a slurp. If only to put Steve off the scent for now. ‘Cos, yeah, Eddie was gay. Worse, he’d been begrudgingly hot for Steve for an age. Not that any of that mattered right now—damn his stooopid soft heart.

Although getting involved would doubtless place Eddie in peril, he was genuinely worried about Steve. Rumours alone couldn’t have landed him in such a mess.

Eddie puffed out his cheeks shuffled a little closer along the log, till their thighs almost touched. He offered the beer: “You wanna talk about it now?”

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[super-cosmic-library]

Steddie II 9.6k II omegaverse t4t

Heather’s breath ghosts over her lips. Stevie’s heartbeat speeds up. Her eyes flutter shut as she waits for the inevitable brush of the other woman’s lips.

Above the music and the thunder of Heather’s heartbeat close to hers, the jingle of belt chains and the heavy thud of a pair of Doc Martens capture her attention. The lost set of eyes has found their way back to her. She preens.

A calloused, ring-clad hand splays across her back. “Mind if I cut in?”

[hawkyon-days]

Some fic recs from my bookmarks

(Max is my favourite character and blind!max is one of my favourite tropes, which is why it's mentioned fairly often here)

Part 2

light will prevail by mreads22: max-centric, blind!max (the first st fic I read, even before watching the show itself)

Pull Myself Together, You Could Watch It Happen by UniversallyEcho: complete, max-centric, not vol2 compliant (very little plot, but great characterization and one of my all time favourites)

the kids aren't alright by MaryPSue: complete, gen (season 1 au where all the Hawkins born kids realise they have powers, one of the best st fics out there)

We Will Be (Invincible) by HaneleHaralue: SIOC, chrissy&oc, eddie&oc (WAIT before you go away bc this is self-insert, I promise it's really good. There's no romance so far, and the mc isn't obnoxious)

Scientifically Proven by Unproductive_Fangirl: complete, post s4, elumax, blind!max (YES. a complete, elumax-centric fic. It exists!)

if being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side by Claire10: complete, post s4, max&mike, blind!max (watch these two wrecks have four emotional breakdowns in like an hour)

the few things he thinks he knows by endlesslytea: complete, post s4, byler, blind!max (lighthearted, not focused on the supernatural stuff)

let our walls cave in by andiwriteordie, kidovna: complete, post s4, byler, blind!max (party go to college together)

(anything by andiwriteordie if you like byler)

falling like the stars (falling in love) by bookinit: complete, post s4, elmax, blind!max

do not cry by givehimthemedicine: complete, s4 au, pre elmax (despite what the title says, prepare to cry)

Be My Eyes by givehimthemedicine: complete, post s4, elmax, blind!max (bit of angst and then pure fluff at the end)

And Who Are We At The End Of It All? by Caseys_Crying: post s4, steddie, ronance (lots of stuff ongoing, only about 1/3 done, parents find out)

more recs under the cut:

(it's you and me) won't be unhappy by nnegan13: complete, post s4, not vol2 compliant, lumax

you can't lose me by providing_leverage: complete, s4 au, gen (there should be more 'the parents find out' fics)

we can see the flipside by maxmayfield: complete, post s3, written pre s4, max&mike, lumax

The Party (+ Others) Watches Stranger Things by BewitchingNotes: complete, mileven (an actual complete and well written 'characters watching the show fic')

All We Do Is Drive by ShadeNeverMadeAnyoneLessGay: complete, steve&robin&max, blind!max

Goodbye Rocketship by OrangeChickenPillow: complete, not vol2 compliant, max&eddie friendship

she glows for everyone but herself by BackyardOwl: complete, jonathan&max, blind!max

deserving and not deserving by vissers: complete, post s4, will&max, blind!max (part of a 'will comes out to the party' series)

years and years by inblue: complete, lucas&erica

find a new place to be from by burnthatbridgewhenwegetthere: complete, post s4, will&el&max

hellfire (save my soul) by pholilomendron: pre s4, steddie

windowsill by MissAntlers: complete, post s4, steddie, max-centric

did I drive you away? by blvewcters: complete, pre s4, during s4, max&everyone (pain and suffering and tears)

Max Watch by geckohead: complete, during s4, max&everyone

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin: complete, post s4, steddie (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics)

there’s blood in my ears (and a fool in the mirror) by fastcardotmp3: complete, pre s4 and post s4, steddie, eddie&max, blind!max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics)

The Upside by harpiaharpyja: complete, post s4, hellcheer, eddie&max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics)

(Not All) Those Who Wander Are Lost by Kedreeva: complete, post s4, eddie&max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics, except it's more about the upside down as its own world)

standing up the dead by heartofwinterfell: complete, post s4, eddie&max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics, but mostly max-centric)

The Fruity Four Beat 1983 To Death With A Nail Bat by TheKidReadingInTheCorner: complete, steddie, ronance (unserious time travel shenanigans)

took you for a working boy by pukner: complete, post s4, pre steddie (kinda humourly written)

[sp0o0kylights]

How insane would I have to be to do a Steddie Alice in Wonderland / sort of Pandora Hearts (at least the chain and Abyss parts not the age jump) fic?

As in perhaps during his time with the Russians in S3 they did something when Steve was separated from Robin.

His memory is patchy. There was a gate or a doorway, a hole he falls down and suddenly he's wandering around a fucked up Upside Down like place with a hell of a headache.

He'd been warned about getting another concussion, about what traumatic brain injuries can do and the intense recovery time they can have (how he may never fully recover at all) and here he is thinking perhaps he's finally lost it.

He's constantly confused, not a fucking thing he runs into making sense (not the caterpillar named Argyle, who helps direct him, only asking to send him his own partner in return because Steve isnt right to weild him) or the fucking talking flowers (all of which sounded like Tammy Thompson) or even the weird dude with the bunny ears and a Russian accent who keeps mentioning some guy Hopper knows named Murray, and telling him he's running out of time (and has a fricken strawberry slushi he noisily sips every time Steve tries to talk.)

He's hurting, still stuck in his Scoops uniform and growing increasingly worried about Robin and the kids, when he finally stumbles about a fork in the road.

The hottest guy Eddie's ever seen sits up high in a tree, giving him a cheshire-esque smile. Calls him sweetheart, big boy, love. His nails are pointed and there's an air of danger leaking off him so thick a man could drown but Steve's killed scarier things in worse situations.

So he just puts his hands on his hips, and when the guy keeps asking him what he wants and where he wants to go (not accepting "getting back" and "I literally just said getting back" as answers)

Steve finally runs a frustrated hand through his hair and admits he wants to protect the people he loves. Robin, the kids, fucking Hawkins, and that means he needs to go back to whereever the Russians had taken him. So he can save them.

All of them.

So this weirdly hot dude, with fangs poking out his lips and deep, crimson eyes jumps down in front of him and offers to make a deal.

If Steve attaches himself (mind, body, soul) to him, he will do everything Steve asks.

All he wants in return, is the same thing he says anyone "down here" wants.

To find a way out.

The agreement is sealed with blood, made from a bite given to the inside of Steve's wrist, and so what if his heartbeat kicks up or if Steve thinks thoughts he's never had towards a guy when the stranger licks the bite after?

He's like 90% sure he's dying anyway, might as well have a last minute bisexuality crisis for a guy his own brain is imagining.

Except he blacks out.

Wakes up.

Finds himself tried to a chair with Robin sobbing in relief behind him.

Says something about how the Russians have some seriously fucked up drugs,

And then his wrist pulses, the tattoo of a transmutation circle with a fricken bat in the center glowing red, and that handsome stranger from the fucked up Upside Down land whispering in his head;

"You gotta give me a name to summon me, big boy. Then we can kick some ass."

(Jonathan's descent into this shit is a lot more weed based and chill and also Argyle is a terrible fighter lol. More of an illusionist if you will.)

[half-bakedboy]

twenty questions for fic writers

tagged by @tiltingheartand ✨

how many works do you have on ao3? 390

what's your total ao3 word count? 1,106,734

what fandoms do you write for? Mostly 9-1-1 at this point. I also write a few times a year for Shadowhunters and Teen Wolf. I've dabbled in Stranger Things, Criminal Minds, and Lone Star. Then the occasional femslash pairing for other fandoms haha

top five fics by kudos:

one of the few things (9-1-1 (TV)) - 2,147 kudos

It Started With A High Chair (Teen Wolf (TV)) - 2,035 kudos

you've got me surrounded (9-1-1 (TV)) - 1,667 kudos

Calculated Risk (Teen Wolf (TV)) - 1,599 kudos

we made these memories for ourselves (9-1-1 (TV)) - 1,415 kudos

do you respond to comments? I used to be so good at responding to comments, but then I write a bunch of fics in a row and get too overwhelmed with comments which leads to my inbox currently in the 400s 😅

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I have one (1) MCD fic, When the World Stops Turning, that I wrote for Shadowhunters. And then I have a serial killer Reid fic called Bad Blood Always Wins where he tortures Hotch for a little and does not end happy but it's also one of my favorite fics ak;sldjfasd

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The other like 350+ fics of mine have happy endings. I am a happy ending slut. But my fluffiest, happiest fic has to be What's Easy is Right which is all fluff, no angst buddie.

do you get hate on fics? I have a few times in the past, but nothing I even really remember at this point.

do you write smut? I used to write smut with ease but it doesn't come so easy for me anymore ;aldkjfasd So, yes and no I guess.

craziest crossover? I wrote a 9-1-1/You crossover for Sadie called A Good Man which was so fun to explore. I also did a Criminal Minds/Teen Wolf crossover for kinktober which was hilarious to me, A Fulfilling Partnership.

have you ever had a fic stolen? Once that I know of. You can still find it on AO3 because it's changed just enough that AO3 doesn't agree. 🤷🏻‍♀️

have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Our Heartbeat, an RJS Shadowhunters fic, was translated into Magyar.

have you ever co-written a fic before? Only twice before. I want to get into doing it with my wife, but we're not sure how to start ;asldjf;asd

all time favourite ship? This is an impossible question. And I refuse to believe that any writer can actually answer it.

what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a 6a Sterek rewrite that's constantly swirling around my mind. I also have a steddie fic where they meet via Dustin making them both have radios and they only communicate through that without knowing who the other is.

what are your writing strengths? I feel like I'm really good at characterization. I try really hard to keep my characters as close to canon as possible even in AU situations.

what are your writing weaknesses? Doing. It? No, seriously, I have a hard time just putting the worlds onto paper or like, writing a rough draft. Everything has to be perfect on the first try so that often leads to not writing at all.

thoughts on dialogue in another language? I don't speak another language, so I try to keep dialogue in other languages to what has been heard in canon and/or like a word or two.

first fandom you wrote in? Officially, Shadowhunters. But I used to write like fucking Jonas Brothers fanfiction back in the day, then Larry fanfiction after that.

favourite fic you've written? I think I'm most proud of tell me what’s worse (losing you now or later?) even though it's a different fic than I thought it was going to be.

For 9-1-1, I also love More to the Story and he is your heart (and you are his).

For Shadowhunters, I love An Unlikely Angel and Love, Loss, and Pride.

For Teen Wolf, Born out of Magic and the entire series How the Scene Should Have Gone - Sterek Edition.

For Stranger Things, Like Looking at the Stars.

For Criminal Minds, My Happiness Is With You or Fixed With a Nap.

Tagging: @bytheangell, @brasscacti, @bigfootsmom, @ anyone else who wants to do this cause I don't know usernames off the top of my head alskjdfl;as 😅

[crimsonwing62]

Bruh, okay I just had this idea so bear with me...

I'm re-watching heartstopper. now i hyper fixated on this show last year and I'm currently hyper fixated on Stranger Things especially the Fanon of Steddie and The Fruity Four (Six?).

I had a thought - the parallels. The similarities...

Nick Nelson and Steve Harrington - Golden retriever sports king, chaotic bisexual, Heart of Gold, and expected by social structure to be a certain way, date a certain type of person. Meets someone and *learns some things*. Fixated on his hair. A smooth mf whose also a dork.

Charlie Spring and Eddie Munson - The outcast at school but comes out of his shell with his friends. uncertain when it comes to love because of previous experiences. Nerdy, Curly Hair, Smart, Musically inclined. ? Potential MH issues - depending who you ask

Darcy Olsen and Robin Buckley - Awkward, Chaotic Lesbian, Confident in herself, Rejects society by dressing however they want, also musically inclined, Possibly knows Charlie/Eddie via band. The scene on the rugby field where Darcy asks Charlie if him and nick are friends or *friends*, I think Robin would do the same.

Tara Jones and Nancy Wheeler - Confident badass, Observing everything. Less confident in her sexuality than Robin as she hasn't consciously known for long.

Also, The kiss when we were 13 and Stancy dating parallel.

Tao Xu and Jonathan Byers - Film/photography obsessed, not academically inclined but copes well at school and smart in other ways. protective of friends/family

Elle Argent and Argyle - okay there's hardly any parallels between these but I also don't know much about Jargyle.

Isaac Henderson and Will Byers - Quiet, out the way, creative, when they speak they mean what they say and when they relax they come out of their shells. doesn't quiet work with the Byler ship and AroAce Isaac but they're parallels not 100% match up.

Harry Greene and Tommy H - homophobic prick who may or may not be in love with their best friend. (not that Harry and Nick are friends but some friend group)

Ben Hope and Billy Hargrove? - abusive arseholes that hide behind macho bravado. Tries to date women to hide their fruity tendencies (The girl at the gate and Karen Wheeler)

Imogen Heaney and Carol Perkins? - only girl in an all male friend group. Or Tammy Thompson - Tries to woo Steve but fails bc he is in love with someone else (I know in canon timeline

Tori Spring and Max Mayfield - ignoring the age difference, Sarcastic, Observant, teasing, sibling like relationship

Oliver Spring and Dustin Henderson - okay personalities don't quiet match up buuut hyperactive, annoying younger sibling energy, that absolutely adores both Charlie/Eddie and Nick/Steve.

Mr Ajayi and Mr Hagan - kind, amazing teacher who actually cares about their students well being. offers a safe space in their classrooms.

Julio Spring and Wayne Munson - protective quiet presence in their children's lives. not seen much but we know they'll be ready to bat for their kid in a heartbeat if they asked.

Yan Xu and Jim Hopper - no reason other than they "leave the bedroom door open a tad" comment...

Idk that's all I got there's sooo many more characters I've missed but those are the ones my brains found so far.

[jxncywarrior]

Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift Albums

Part Two: Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

Fearless: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Well you stood there with me in the doorway…It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless”

Fifteen: Will

“In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team but I didn't know it at fifteen”

Love Story: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess”

Hey Stephen: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Hey Stephen, I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose”

White Horse: Byers Brothers to Lonnie

“I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse”

You Belong With Me: Byler (Will’s POV)

“I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry”

Breathe: El to Hopper

“Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down. Now I don't know what to be without you around”

Tell Me Why: Max to Billy

“I need you like a heartbeat but you know you got a mean streak. Makes me run for cover when you're around”

You’re Not Sorry: Mileven (El’s POV)

“You got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know”

The Way I Loved You: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)

“Breaking down and coming undone. It's a roller coaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much”

Forever & Always: Byler (Will’s POV)

“Oh, and it rains in your bedroom. Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone”

The Best Day: Will to Jonathan

“know you were on my side even when I was wrong. And I love you for giving me your eyes. Staying back and watching me shine”

Change: The Upside Down

“These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win and we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah”

Jump Then Fall: Lumax (Lucas’ POV)

“I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard”

Untouchable: Byler (Will’s POV)

“It's like a million little stars spelling out your name. You gotta come on, come on. Say that we'll be together”

Come In With The Rain: Elmax (El’s POV)

“I've watched you so long, screamed your name. I don't know what else I can say”

Superstar: Steddie (Eddie’s POV)

“And all the girls in the front row scream your name”

The Other Side Of The Door: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“You carried me from your car up the stairs. And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess?”

Today Was A Fairytale: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)

“Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me”

You All Over Me: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I lived, and I learned. Had you, got burned”

Mr Perfectly Fine: Mileven (El’s POV)

“But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart" Mr. "Leaves me all alone, " I fall apart. It takes everything in me just to get up each day. But it's wonderful to see that you're okay”

We Were Happy: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark”

That’s When: Stonathan (Jonathan’s POV)

“I said, "I know" when you said, "I did you wrong, made mistakes and put you through all of this"”

Don’t You: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been. Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again. You don't know how much I feel I love you still”

Bye Bye Baby: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I want you bad but it's come down to nothing and all I have is your sympathy”

If This Was A Movie: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I know people change and these things happen but I remember how it was back then”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Speak Now, Red, 1989, reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore

[berenwrites]

Wolf in the Light Ch20 - Steddie - Stranger Things

Wolf in the Light: Secrets & Revelations

Steve has been keeping a big secret: he’s a werewolf from a long line of werewolves. Only problem is, he’s a complete failure at it. He can’t even shift, but it does make him a bit harder to kill, so he thought he’d found his perfect niche keeping the kids and his secret safe after ‘83. With their plan to end Vecna only half successful and Eddie bleeding out, he has no choice but to reveal the truth and try and convince his friends that werewolves are real. That would be enough of a task for anyone, but to his shock, his heritage has an even bigger surprise in store, and of course, there’s Max to worry about too.

Read on AO3 | Wonderful Art by the amazing @kassifieddocuments2 (check it out and leave some love)

Updates daily - 22 chapters (yes that went up - it grew)

Check out the other fabulous @steddiebang2024 fics too.

still NOT a/b/o (saving that for another fic)

Chapter 20 - Questions and Preparations

Excerpt under the cut

“You can’t make me tell you anything,” the soldier said, clearly trying to sound resolute, but Steve could hear the man’s heartbeat speeding up.

“We both know I can,” he replied simply.

He stared at the other werewolf for a while longer, letting that sink in. The idea made him feel physically sick, but he wasn’t about to let his opponent know that.

“You’re on the wrong side,” the soldier tried after a few long seconds of silence.

“I’m really not,” he said, “but that backs up the conclusion you are part of the government faction who are trying to kill El.”

“She’s a dangerous weapon,” the man said.

Read the rest on AO3

[callunavulgari]

Scrapbook 2024 | February

Fuck Tumblr's absolute bullshit new formatting. I used to be able to get three-four months out of this before I hit the limit, now I get one. Seriously. Fuck them.

Anyway, for anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things that I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 70 books and write at least 50k of original content.

Past Years

MOVIES

(The Breakfast Club)

(Pacific Rim)

(Dune)

TV SHOWS

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Avatar: TLA

(X-Files, s1)

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

Watcher: Top Five Beatdown

Try Guys? Eats Disney?

Beryl

BOOKS

System Collapse by Martha Wells

Divine Rivals by Rebecca Ross [Fin]

PODCASTS

Watcher Podcast

VIDEO GAMES

Stardew Valley: Dipper

POSTED FIC

you can have my isolation | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 4,618 words | “Pretty sure that I owe you a blowjob,” Eddie says flatly, eying Steve over the smoldering end of his cigarette.

baby, is he good to you? | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 9,106 words | “I don’t—” Steve sputters, setting his food aside before she jumps him. “Christ, Robin. I didn’t— I don’t have a thing for him!”

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

February

486 words of Steddie singing neighbor meet cute

4336 words of Dead Girl Walking

1362 words of Steddie Tattoo AU

587 words of Breakfast Club AU

Fanmixes/Spotify Playlists/Graphics

February

steddie feelz: what it says on the tin

eddissy feelz: also what it says on the tin

rage mallgoth monday morning

eerie post-apocalyptic night

DELIGHTFUL FIC

February

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas | Stranger Things | Steddie | 154k | Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

Run Me Through by GriefAbyss | Stranger Things | Steddie | 9k | Eddie and Steve have an arrangement - every Wednesday they meet up and have fantastic sex, even if they barely even talk to each other.

Shout if you want my heart by rustypeopleskillz | Stranger Things | Steddie | Eddie asks Steve to be his fake boyfriend so Wayne will stop pestering him to get out of Hawkins to stretch his wings. Steve says yes.

rising moon by jk_rockin | Stranger Things | Steddie | 13k | Steve gets bitten by a strange dog one hot summer night. It takes him a month, and a little outside help, to work out what's wrong with him.

Till I Kissed You by 96tears | Stranger Things | Steddie | 18k | When Eddie confesses he’s never got the big deal about kissing, Steve teases him about it, saying maybe it’s because Eddie’s a bad kisser.

you gotta get a reaction by jk_rockin | Stranger Things | Steddie | 10k | Steve actually likes Judas Priest.

blinking red light by cuips_not_cute | Stranger Things | Steddie | WIP | 11k | A sex tape is…crazy.

The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas | Stranger Things | Steddie | 54k | The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event.

like a heartbeat drives you mad by redbelles | Stranger Things | Eddissy | 5k | “Oh,” she squeaks out. “You mean like— like? Sex?”

Duality by broomclosetkink | Stranger Things | Eddissy | 55k | “Holy fuck, did I take acid?” he asks. Because he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but he is Chrissy Cunningham.

Big wheel keep on turning by prufrocks | Stranger Things | Steddie | 27k | A few months after Starcourt, Steve moves out of his parents' house and into a friend of a friend's empty RV.

Dying of love but it's okay by prufrocks | Stranger Things | Steddie | 16k | “But this,” Steve says, waving his hands between the two of them, “this is a one-time thing.”

Love’s A Hand-Me-Down Brew by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | “I think Eddie Munson flirted with me today.”

Looks like we're in for nasty weather by prufrocks | ST | Steddie | 41k | Steve doesn't know what the invisible force that attacked him in the woods is.

Right Where You Belong by WabiSabiPapi | ST | Steddie | 32k | “…Eddie?” the guy chokes out.

this time I'll sing along by jk_rockin | ST | Steddie | 7k | When Eddie laughs, it’s not a mean laugh; he’s not really laughing at Steve.

Honey, Honey (How You Thrill Me) by beetlesandstars | ST | Steddie | 5k | The second Steve steps inside, his nostrils flare, eyes widening.

Wanna See What You Can Take by a_lil_a_lot | ST | Steddie | 13k | So, never in a million years did Eddie expect to see Stevie in a random swimming pool in Indianapolis almost a decade later. Especially not like this.

soulmate soundtrack by hexiewrites | ST | Steddie | 10k | It's fucking LAST CHRISTMAS, by WHAM.

carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites | ST | Steddie | 42k | Eddie Munson just wanted to play hockey.

make some room by Adure | ST | Chrissy/Steve/Eddie | 15k | Eddie, down on his luck and back in Hawkins, crashes on his friends' couch while he licks his wounds.

don't go wastin your emotions by kissesforcas | ST | Steddie | 51k | "Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, a rage-filled barbarian, who knew?" Eddie says, like its a compliment, like Steve has ANY idea what that means.

sleep it off by Adure | ST | Steddie | 22k | "Why is this happening?" Eddie says, voice tight. Steve doesn't know. Steve barely knows what is happening, much less the why.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

February

Eddie Munson || In The End

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

February

all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

magic pill - summamore

timezone - maneskin

harder, faster - wasp

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

heaven is a place on earth - belinda carlisle

18 - anarbor

white rabbit

sweet dreams - marilyn manson

hazbin hotel soundtrack

street spirit - radiohead

troubadour - perceval

hayloft ii - mother mother

bad feeling - jagward twin

chateau - djo

gloom - djo

petite fleur - jill barber

fire eater - charming disaster

teenage dream - girl puppy