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Steve Harrington

untitled mutual masturbation with AIRWIY Steve by @loveshotzz - smut

untitled facial with Steve by @roanniom - smut

untitled father's day with stobin by @shares-a-vest - fluffy angst

melancholy by @rustedhearts - angst

chocolate by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

untitled sneaking around with Colors Steve by @loveshotzz - smut

untitled kissing all of Steve's moles and freckles by @hungharrington - fluff

Bad For Business: The Bonus Level by @upsidedownwithsteve- smut

untitled romance books by @cherrychilli - smut

steve's reactions to crisis by @hawkins83 - angst

underwear by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

birthday by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

untitled birthday with AIRWIY Steve by @loveshotzz - smut

Wake Up Slow by @carolmunson - fluff

untitled giving steve a hickey by @loveshotzz - smut

Melt With You (Pt 1 to My Name's Elvira) by @loveshotzz - fluff

untitled trying new postition with AIRWIY Steve by @loveshotzz - smut

Love Sucks 1: The Beginning by @upsidedownwithsteve

Love Sucks 2: The Interrogation by @upsidedownwithsteve

surrounded by your embrace by @stevebabey - fluff

Love Sucks 3: The Hunt by @upsidedownwithsteve

Petrichor by @rosewaterandivy - smut

chapter one: ticket to anywhere by @abibliophobiaa - this series will contain angst, fluff, and smut

Hell To Pay - The Prologue: The Warmth of Your Doorway by @rosewaterandivy - this series may contain angst, fluff, smut

anxious to run into you imagine AIRWIY Steve by @carolmunson - fluff

Eddie Munson

Torn: Song 1. Scar Tissue by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series will contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled checking for ticks by @familyvideostevie - smut

A Need by @courtingchaos - smut

Torn: Song 2. Sour Girl by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series will contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled birthday smut with whatta man eddie by @loveshotzz - smut

Untitled No. 1 by @courtingchaos - smut

untitled healing with eddie by @carolmunson - angst

early morning snow by @chechelia - fluff

eddie's bed headcanons by @deadboyfriendd - fluff

untitled pregnancy cravings by @chechelia - fluff

Torn: Song 3: Disarm by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series will contain angst, fluff, and smut

eddie guitar pick imagine by @starlightsearches - fluffy smut

untitled sound tech eddie by @carolmunson - fluff

untitled bard!renfaire!eddie iamgine by @carolmunson - fluff

Steddie, Stobin, and Everything Stranger Things:

public by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut (steddie x reader)

kinktober, day 7 - somnophilia by @aphrogeneias - smut (tech steve x reader, but a hint of eddie listening so here she goes)

The V Card by @palmtreesx3 - *this series dives into Steve AND Robin with their friendship as well as chapters focused on their love lives/partners separately - this series will contain angst, fluff, and smut

Aphrodisiac by @palmtreesx3 *see above note

Lubrication by @palmtreesx3 *see above note

untitled emmy was in a mood and we all died by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut (steddie x reader)

Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:

Talking In Your Sleep by @abibliophobiaa - ongoing

Orange Colored Sky by @carolmunson - ongoing

Let's Go, Don't Wait by @carolmunson - ongoing

Get Off by @palmtreesx3 - ongoing

My Name's Elvira, But You Can Call Me Tonight - by @loveshotzz - completed

Torn - by @sweetsweetjellybean - ongoing

Right Where You Left Me - by @abibliophobiaa - ongoing

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This is quite literally one of the most achingly soft things I've ever read holy shit. I am YEARNING. I am screaming at my phone at these two idiots.

Wow, your writing is so dreamy and beautiful, I feel like the way you describe that new love and fear and worry and excitment all bottled up into one feeling is incredible. And the way each little stare and touch was described, showing they were all important. God I love this fic. I love you.

I was completely captivated and there were so many other lines I should have pulled but:

You were praying for some distance, needed it so you could breathe without the scent of him making you feel weak. So you could hide in the dark for the moment it would take to stop looking at him like he’d shoved his hand inside your chest, wrapped long fingers around your heart and slipped it out to put it where it belonged. With him. 

LIKE EXCUSE ME?! "...WRAPPED LONG FINGERS AROUND YOUR HEART AND SLIPPED IT OUT TO PUT IT WHERE IT BELONGED. WITH HIM."

Not only is that like crazy beautiful, but that's about how they're looking at each other?!

The answer came when the winds outside grew into a storm. The patpatpat of rain on the roof coming slowly at first and then all at once and each knock of a branch at your window sounded like the tick of a clock as the silence between you rolled on too long. It felt like a countdown, a warning that if you weren’t going to be brave now, you wouldn’t get the chance again. 

IT FELT LIKE A COUNDOWN, A WARNING THAT IF YOU WEREN'T GOING TO BE BRAVE NOW, YOU WOULDN'T GET THE CHANCE AGAIN.

Drunk love confessions w Eddie please?

[9K. Eddie Munson x F!Reader - Drunk confessions, best friends to lovers, Eddie being a menace and friends who are extremely touchy and too dumb to realise it's because they're in love.]

A/N: I'm sorry for how late this is, writing has been a nightmare lately. Also shout out to @acourtofsnakes for being my biggest motivator, the most supportive friend I could ever ask for and for putting up with my shit because I sent a thousand snippets daily asking if they made sense. ILY 💕

Even when it was Valentine's day it wasn’t all that surprising to open your door to a random knock and find Eddie Munson staring back at you. He was your best friend after all. 

What was surprising however, was to open your door at nearly midnight, bleary eyed and more than a little bit annoyed, to a sheepish looking Steve Harrington.

His usually perfect hair was in wild disarray from the winter winds still sweeping through Hawkins and there was a hesitant smile on his face, all boyish charm and sweetness, like he was already intent on persuading you to forgive him before you even knew why. 

But then you had taken a closer look, letting the light from inside spill out onto the porch to reveal that Steve wasn’t alone. Appearing to be struggling with a rather drunk Eddie, arms straining, looped around the longer haired boy who instead of being on the ‘hot date’ he’d been rambling about having all week, was half asleep, swaying back and forth into his friend’s side. 

"He called me to come get him but when I got there he wouldn’t stop asking for you.” Steve explained before you had the chance to ask, grumbling good naturedly. “Didn’t wanna drop him off home and risk him having the genius idea of trying to get here himself, s’that okay?” 

You nodded in response, still a little confused but you couldn’t stop yourself from softening.

Chest warming as you mumbled a quick ‘of course’ and tried to bite back the laugh that was threatening to bubble up at the way Eddie was trying to use Steve like some kind of pillow. The wild mess of his curls spilling down to cover his face as his head fell to the other boy’s shoulder with a quiet groan, ringed fingers curling into the fabric of Steve’s jumper and voice rough as he grumbled your name again, again, again. 

"Yeah, she's here, man." Steve chuckled, his tone surprisingly gentle, a fond type of exasperated as he nudged his shoulder into the rosy squish of Eddie's cheek. "You wanna wake up now so you can actually see her?" 

To your surprise he actually listened. 

His head snapping up quicker than you anticipated, curls bouncing with the movement and brown eyes a touch glazed over, just that little bit unfocused, before they locked on you and then his mouth split into a blinding grin. The kind that made his whole face light up and your heart flip all too wild behind your ribs. 

"There’s my pretty girl." He cooed loudly and you heard Steve snort, something that sounded an awful lot like ‘very smooth Munson, jesus christ’ muttered under his breath whilst he fought to remain upright against the weight of Eddie leaning his entire body in your direction. 

You did laugh then.

A bright, flustered thing that you were unable to resist any longer, along with the way your arms opened on reflex to wrap around the boy when he finally managed to break free of his friend’s hold, hands batting furiously at Steve’s as he twisted away, and only stumbled slightly in his determination to swoop you up into hug that was all leather, cheap beer and the smoky bite of whiskey - weed and the spice of his shampoo where his hair tickled at your nose. 

"Hey sweets.” He whispered, humming happily as he pushed a messy kiss to your hairline.

God, why did that make you want to melt.

"Hey Eddie, you okay?” You asked softly, one hand rubbing gentle circles on his back and the other reaching up to cradle the back of his head. It made him snuggle into you further, ducking down so he could press his face into the warm crook of your neck as his arms tightened and you prayed he was too drunk to notice the way your pulse thrummed faster when he spoke, soft lips brushing against sensitive skin. 

"‘Am now.” 

You froze for just a second, lips parted, blinking once, twice, just to make sure you had really heard what you thought you had and when it did fully register you wondered if the heat radiating off your cheeks was as obvious as it felt.

A quick glance at Steve told you it was. Your friend looking at you and Eddie all huddled together with an endless amount of amusement and affection, eyes twinkling as he grinned, shining like there was something he knew that you didn’t. 

"Okay then, that’s good I guess,” You croaked out, voice a little too affected for your liking, coughing slightly in attempt to cover the sudden shyness you felt before you told the other boy. “I better get him to bed before he falls asleep standing up.”

Steve chuckled at that. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” He added, snorting at the ‘hey, screw you Harrington, it was one time’ that sounded from the metalhead still needily curling himself around you. “You need a hand hauling his ass upstairs?” 

You considered it but then poor Steve was desperately trying to fight a vicious yawn and failing, his eyes tired despite the way they crinkled as he smiled when you gave him a mothering look and made a shooing motion with the hand that wasn’t still making gentle strokes down Eddie’s back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got him, go get some sleep, yeah? And thank you for bringing him.” 

He hesitated but ultimately didn’t argue and you waved him goodbye as he drove away before shutting the door. Turning your full attention to your best friend who had slowly become suspiciously heavier, arms loosely folded around your waist and hands still, where only moments before they’d been trailing patterns along your spine.

"Eddie?” 

Nothing. 

"Eds?” You tried again and when there was no response a second time your eyes narrowed, suspicious. 

The boy remained limp as your hands snuck past denim and leather, his breathing light and even whilst your fingers crept up his vest covered sides until you met torn fabric and then smooth, warm skin.

You let them rest there just a moment, waiting, and when he made no move to give up the pretence of sleep that you suspected, you dug them in a little firmer, tickling across his ribs until you heard a choked laugh and felt the stretch of his grin against your neck. 

"Just let me sleep here, m’comfy.” He whined when you took to the task with more enthusiasm, snickering as he protested. But he was still laughing as he jerked and thrashed, dramatic as ever, and then he threw himself out of your arms, cheeks flushed and dimples showing despite the glare he attempted to pin you with, snapping. “Fuckin’ devil woman, give me peace.”

There was no heat behind it and you smiled sweetly in return, reaching over to poke him in the cheek before pointing in the direction of the staircase. “I’ll give you peace Munson when you get your ass upstairs so we can go to bed.” 

He raised his brows at the demand, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Are you trying to seduce me sweetheart? Do I need to call Steve to come back and protect my virtue, save my poor innocent soul from being snatched by a temptress?” Eddie asked playfully, all faux horror and scandalised expression, a hand pressed to his heart as he choked down a bark of laughter at the way you stared at him, incredulous. 

"Jesus christ.” 

"No, I’m Eddie, remember? If you’re tryin’ to seduce a man at least get his name right, babe.” 

You threw your arms up in the air, let out a long-suffering groan whilst the boy cackled and then you were marching towards him, fingers twisting in denim as you shoved him in front of you and walked him in the direction of the stairs and to your room.

"Shit, okay, I’m going.” He yelped, sniggering when he heard you grumbling behind him as he deliberately leaned his full weight back into the press of your hand and tsked, voice full of tease. “So fuckin’ pushy, you're lucky the whole bossy thing works with me.” 

There was a familiar routine to the way you entered your bedroom. The kind that developed after countless nights of Eddie deciding it was too late to drive home despite the journey only being five minutes, of you both refusing to let the other take the couch that very first time until you eventually agreed, with shy smiles and faux nonchalant shrugs, that it was no big deal if you just shared the bed. Friends totally do that, right?

It happened enough that he claimed a side and a drawer, that tapes and other trinkets of his littered the tops of your dressers, mixing with yours, and you’d even bought an ashtray and a spare lighter especially for the bedside table on his side.

And it happened enough for it to be second nature for Eddie to veer left and you right, clumsily kicking his shoes off before he fell into the bed with a contented groan and turning just time in to catch the old, faded sweats he left the last time he stayed that you threw before they could slap him in the face. 

"You smell like a brewery Eds, don’t even think of getting in that bed until you’ve changed.” 

"Mean.” He groaned but he hauled himself back up and did as you asked, shrugging off denim and leather in one go until all he was left in was tight, black jeans and a slashed up vest that showed more tattoos and bare skin than it possibly hid. His silver chain glinting prettily where it lay against his collarbones.

And oh fuck, you were staring.

Despite the fear that prickled at your skin at the thought of being caught, it felt impossible not to.

Because Eddie had always been far too pretty, a heartbreaking kind of gorgeous really, and if that wasn’t distracting enough, then the way his muscles moved as he yanked the vest over his head before dropping his hands to his belt certainly was. 

You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry when you realised your eyes had followed, fixed on the flex of his hands, and you couldn’t stop from wondering if they’d look just as perfect dragging up your bare waist, gripping at your thighs.

Maybe circling your neck, cupping your chin, rings glittering in the low lamplight before his lips descended on yours. 

Jesus. 

You wrenched your gaze away, fully intending it to land somewhere more decent. Somewhere that wasn’t your best friend and where it couldn’t ruin that easy bond you’d always had with the boy by giving all your secrets away.

But it felt like there was some kind of higher power at play, some hand of fate kind of bullshit that brought it straight back to Eddie, to his eyes that were already watching you, darker than usual and more than a little wild. 

It was a look that made your breath catch in your chest. Cheeks flaming with heat, heart slamming against your ribs hard enough you thought your bones might shatter, and god, could he hear it?

You already knew by the look on his face that Eddie had seen every single second of your staring, that he’d been able to guess every little thought that swam through your mind and revealed themselves in the brief flash of want in your expression before you could shove it back down.

You just hadn’t noticed him doing the same.

His gaze lingering on his shirt that you were wrapped up in, the way the hem was as long as the length of your sleep shorts and made it seem like you were wearing nothing else, the way it made you look too soft, too enticing, too much like you were his and when his eyes snapped back up to yours he looked at you like you were something dangerous.

Like you were making him want something he shouldn’t ask for, or at least, didn’t think he could.

You licked your lips, a nervous sweep of your tongue as the air in the room seemed to thicken, and his gaze followed the movement hungrily as if he wished it was his mouth sliding over them instead.

But then the wind was howling, branches smacking and scraping at your window, the sound bringing reality crashing back in and making you both flinch.

Eddie’s cheeks were pink and his lips parted, a strangled noise slipping past them as he tried to speak, managing only a pitiful stutter, and suddenly you couldn’t look at him. Eyes squeezing shut and mortification burning in your throat as you spun round before you could make an even bigger mistake than you already had, because what the hell were you doing? 

What were you thinking?

This was Eddie.

Eddie, who you swore to never let your feelings for ruin your friendship.

Eddie, who you were convinced was still very much drunk and you very much weren’t.

It felt wrong. It felt like you were begging to have your feelings hurt when the boy became clear headed enough to realise that the person he was looking at like he wanted to push them down onto the bed and devour, happened to be his best friend and inevitably freaked the fuck out. 

He had just come back from a date with someone else after all, a date that he would have never thought to ask you on and despite the fact that you suspected it must not have gone well given his current state, it didn’t really make you feel any better or lessen the sting of jealousy that felt like barbed wire snaking through your ribs. 

You continued to face the wall as he changed, cheeks still burning and a sick feeling bubbling in your stomach.

But your gaze was unfocused as it flickered over rows of polaroids, fairy lights that were hung a little messy and uneven, the old ticket stubs dotted about randomly that you’d refused to throw away and used as decoration instead.

Your mind far too aware of the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the chains on his jeans clinking quietly before the denim hit the floor with a soft thud. 

The silence that spread through the room after felt overwhelming, like it amplified every little movement either one of you made, the breaths you both took that made your chests fall a little too quick, a little uneven still, and when Eddie finally cleared his throat you tensed at the way it broke the quiet so harshly it felt like he’d made the noise directly in your ear. 

"It’s okay - if you wanna turn around now, I mean.” He muttered softly. 

It still felt like too much to look at him, maybe even more now when all you could see out of the corner of your eye before you walked towards the little lamp on your desk was messy hair and bare skin. Sweats slung low on his hips and big, brown eyes that seemed to be pleading with you to meet their stare and melt back into your usual softness with him like nothing had happened. 

You couldn’t. 

Not yet. 

So you flicked the light off whilst the boy sighed and slipped beneath the covers, shoving his face into a pillow that smelled faintly like you as he squeezed his eyes shut before they flashed open again when he heard your approaching footsteps. 

Eddie swallowed as you drifted close, throat bobbing when the air between you seemed to hum again once there was less of it. He held his breath as you reached above him to draw the curtains tighter, knowing how much the boy hated any hint of sunlight first thing in the morning. 

There were nerves all lit up inside him that he hadn’t been able to shake all night, fondness fizzing in his chest when he heard the sound of the unopened bottle of water you’d brought up for yourself being set down next to the pile of his rings, the rattle of painkillers being plucked from the draw following before you moved around the bed and pulled back the sheets to climb in beside him.

He couldn’t help but hate what felt like an ocean of cool sheets that you deliberately left between you, hated that you didn’t push into his side and press your legs to his to steal his heat like you usually did.

Hated the way you lay stiff with tension in your own bed, facing the ceiling he had helped you paint one summer instead of facing him like you would when you would whisper with him, nose to nose, until the sun came up. 

And when you did finally turn, a soft frown on your face as you wriggled to find a more comfortable position, he hated that your eyes widened slightly with panic when you finally noticed he was watching you. 

It made his brows pull together in a distressed frown - his throat tight with guilt when you quickly glanced down at your hands that were knotting in the bed sheets, an anxious habit he despised being the cause of because fuck, the last thing Eddie had ever wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable because he couldn’t keep his own feelings in check. 

For the longest time he looked at you like he wanted to say something, working his jaw like he wanted to address what had happened and apologise but couldn’t find the right words, his eyes soft and sad in the pale slip of moonlight from the window. 

And then he seemed to think better of it. 

You were caught off guard when he smiled instead. A soft grin that was all easy warmth and a touch playful as he reached to poke a finger to your cheek and whispered, “thanks for taking care of me, sweets.”

You huffed out a laugh like you couldn't help yourself and the boy took it as small progress when you visibly relaxed, getting more and more dramatic with his prodding and tickling until he could feel the way your body vibrated with the giggles bubbling up from your chest and you’d allowed yourself to sink fully into the bed, rolling closer as you tried to fend him off. 

"Someone has to make sure you’ll be alive enough to take us for breakfast in the morning.” You whispered back sternly when your face re-emerged from its hiding place in the mattress. But your smile was matching Eddie’s, growing wider when he caught the hand you tried to bat his away with and gently pinched at your fingers. 

"So you’re only being nice so you can use me.” He gasped theatrically and propped himself up on an elbow to stare down at you, all over the top stricken expression as he stifled a laugh when you shoved your face into the pillow and groaned. “How could my best friend betray me like this?” 

You turned your head back to face him, rolling your eyes before levelling him with a thoughtful stare. “I wouldn’t call it using,” you mused, slipping your arm under your pillow and beneath your head as you yawned, “more like cashing in straight away on a debt, y’know, since you woke me up in the middle of the night. Which, as my best friend, you’ll remember makes me very grumpy in the morning.”

Eddie nodded, bangs falling into his eyes as he did so. He was serious for all of a second before he let himself fall back into the mused sheet with a guilty grin, hair spilling everywhere and the movement making your body lean into the dip he created, suddenly closer to the boy than before.

"Touche.”

The word came out in a small huff that you felt it against your cheek, a soft thing that made your lashes flutter and when you glanced up at him you found him looking at you with gentle eyes, all brown sugar sweet and lovely as he smiled, full of affection.

It made the last of the left-over tension fizzle away, turning the air softer, warmer, as Eddie drew lines along your fingers with his own before he slotted them together. 

You hadn’t even realised he was still holding your hand.

"You win, babe,” He murmured, almost too quiet to hear, his thumb rubbing slow against your skin, touch worshipful as he traced the faint scar on your hand that was proof monsters were never simply just part of stories, and if he noticed the way you inhaled a little shakily, well, he did his best not to show it.

“I’ll do anything you want, maybe take you to that bakery you like and buy you coffee so you’ll stop hissing at me and then so many of those cinnamon things that like that you’ll go into a sugar coma and I’ll have to carry you out.” 

You snorted and Eddie beamed like he’d hit the jackpot, encouraged by the sound as he arched a brow like he was begging you to argue. 

"I don’t hiss.” You muttered petulantly, full of false indignation whilst you scrunched your nose to hide your grin and knocked your knee against his.

His gaze shone at you, eyes bright and twinkling with mirth in the dark, and when he managed to fend off your attack by hooking a leg over yours to trap it between his own, he continued with a teasing scoff.

“You do. You’re like some kind of rabid raccoon when you wake up, I’m lucky I still have both eyes and all my fingers.” He wiggled the ones resting snug around yours for emphasis and you snorted. “Now shut up, I’m trying to impress you with my plan to get back in your good graces.” 

You scoffed, too amused to be truly offended, and gestured with your linked hands as if to say ‘well go on then’ 

Okay, so after I’ve carried you out of the bakery, we’d go to the bookstore,” the boy told you, gaze knowing and smile a little smug when he noticed that he’d caught your attention despite the way you tried to hide it from him.

"Always a pretty foolproof plan - which one though?” 

"Not the fancy one where the housewives hog the couches pretending to talk about their weekly book club read,” Eddie assured you, his voice dropping to a scandalised hush, the fingers that weren’t holding yours tugging at his curls to hide a salacious grin as he whispered, “when instead they’re bitching about how their husbands don’t satisfy them anymore and how they’ve had to resort to fucking the pool boy so they can feel young again.”

"Of course,” You choked on a laugh, a startled, delighted sound that made Eddie’s heart stutter and his chest ache with warmth. “Can’t have them cheapening the wholesome moment when I’m overcome with the joy of being surrounded by books and finally forgive you.” 

"Exactly.” He replied sagely. “So we’re gonna go to that one near Oak instead with the shit ton of stacks everywhere that threaten to fall and crush you if you breathe near them. Works better in my favour if I get to save you from a gruesome death.” 

You nodded, only looking half as serious as Eddie thanks to the way you could barely stop the threat of giggles rising in your throat. “I get it, totally get extra brownie points for a hero moment.” 

"Right? And then maybe I’ll get you one of the books you stare at all longingly everytime we go in 'cause for some reason you act like it’s a fuckin’ crime to treat yourself once in a while-”

"-I do not! I just have other things that kind of have to take priority, y’know like bills and stuff. ”

"Same thing.” Eddie dismissed, but his voice was softly teasing and his gaze understanding as he fingers tapped a random beat against your hand.  “Anyway, after that we’ll rent some movies and get some snacks, maybe horrors so I can be all charming and let you hold my hand when it gets scary, we’ll get pizza for dinner and by the end of it you’ll have totally forgot that I crashed your romantic night with yourself and ruined your sleep.” 

You stared at him. “And that’s all it’s gonna take, huh?” 

"Don’t pretend you’re not impressed, sweetheart.” He grinned knowingly, looking too proud of himself as his hand slipped out of yours to prod a finger to where your cheeks were appled, aching from smiling far too long.

He wished he could kiss them instead, brush his lips over the soft heat that bloomed after his touch made you realise you never really had stopped smiling from the moment he started speaking. “Look at you, just dyin’ to forgive me right now, I can tell.” 

You hated that he was right. 

Not about you dying to forgive him now, because the truth was Eddie hadn’t actually done anything to need forgiveness. No, it was the fact that if you were ever genuinely mad and the boy did all that for you, you knew in your bones you would fold in a pathetic, lovesick heartbeat.

It was the fact that Eddie knew it too, he just hadn’t figured out why. 

Yet.

So you swatted at him once again and tried to discreetly shuffle back whilst he was distracted threatening to snap his teeth down on your fingers.

You were praying for some distance, needed it so you could breathe without the scent of him making you feel weak. So you could hide in the dark for the moment it would take to stop looking at him like he’d shoved his hand inside your chest, wrapped long fingers around your heart and slipped it out to put it where it belonged. With him. 

But your legs were still tangled with Eddie’s and your body was against you when he clamped his legs down to stop you from slipping away. Turned traitor by the feel of soft fleece pressing to your bare calves, the muscles of his arms flexing when he threw one over your waist and pushed the other one beneath you to roll you on top of him.

His biceps were warm where you caught at him with your hands to steady yourself and as he shifted a little higher up the pillow, stretching until he found himself comfortable, you cursed the way it made your belly swoop and dip. 

"See, you can’t even deny it can you?” Eddie prompted and you felt it rumble from his chest to your own, his chin dipped to peer down at you and cheeks dimpling as his grin turned smug. Unbelievably delighted that you had yet to refute him.

You wrinkled your nose when he tapped a finger there, if only to hide the shock that lingered on your face, the way you felt flushed all over because there was no part of you that wasn’t touching him and jesus christ, it felt like his hands resting on your sides were burning through the thin material of your shirt. Threatening to brand the skin beneath. 

"What, no– I mean yes– I mean, shit, you know what I mean asshole.” You finished with a scowl and prayed your rambling had sounded less frantic to Eddie than it had to your own ears.

Though judging by the way he arched a brow at you, gaze dancing with withheld laughter, you would guess you had failed there too. 

"Uh huh, but feel free to keep tryin’ to enlighten me anyway.” 

“I was actually just wondering,” you began, all false confidence just to hide the fact you were still unsure of where you were going with it.

Stalling just a little because it was hard to remember what you had been wondering before he had decided to use you as a blanket, your chest now lying atop his abdomen, stomach resting against his hips and legs cradled between his own. 

You let go of his arms to fold your hands at the centre of his chest, settling your chin there, and his eyes softened as they roamed your face, waiting for you to continue. “Okay, so how does it make sense that you can pull off something like that and yet you’re here with me, drunk, instead of on your date swooning the hell out of Sarah?” 

"Sam.” 

"Same thing.”

"Not even close, sweetheart.” 

"At least I got the first two letters right, unlike you with the last guy I dated.” You shot back.

Eddie shrugged. “He looked like a Danny.” He argued mildly but his gaze was playful, bottom lip tucked between his teeth to hold back the laugh threatening to escape when you threw a death glare his way. 

"His name was Matthew.” You deadpanned and the boy snorted, throwing his hands up in a placating gesture when it looked like you might rip the pillow from beneath his head and smother him with it.

But then you were shaking your head instead, an accusatory finger jabbed to his chest and you rolled your eyes when he frowned and muttered a petulant ‘ow’. 

“Hang on, why are we even arguing this again? Answer the question Munson - did you try to take her to skull rock again? ‘Cause I don’t give a damn what Steve says, just because you take a fucking picnic it doesn’t suddenly make a make out spot romantic” 

He made a disturbed noise and shook his head but you didn’t miss the way his face fell a little at you bringing up the date again, smile half-hearted at best, and even the dark couldn’t hide the way his eyes had dimmed. His thumbs that had been dragging small, steady circles over the sides of your ribs faltering as he dropped his gaze from yours. 

It made you gentle yourself - the sense of protectiveness that tightened your chest taking over and urging you to shuffle your way up his body until you were seated in his lap, knees dragging the sheets askew.

Your fingers found their way to his chin to bring his stare back to you and you were too focused on your worry to register the way it made his lashes flutter, eyes hooded and lips parted, breath hitching at the gesture.

"Hey - did something happen tonight? Is that why you came back in such a state?” You murmured, eyes flicking between his, searching, before your tone suddenly grew sharp and your hand fell flat against his chest. “Was she a dick to you - I swear to god if she was I’ll get dressed right now and–” 

You were cut off by Eddie’s hand descending over yours, the other landing on the thigh that you had already raised to clamber off him, squeezing the flesh softly, drawing it back down, and the fight left you just as fast as it had appeared when he chuckled, his voice smudged with fondness, awe, a hint of pride.

“Okay, reign it in Rocky, nothing bad happened I promise, you don’t need to go running off into the night to defend my honour.” 

But god, he wanted to kiss you for trying to. 

He settled for watching you watch him instead, your frown of concern that he itched to smooth away with his thumb still present before you eventually nodded, only slightly pacified when you had found no sign of a lie in the way he met your gaze.

And Eddie knew it was foolish to hope that was the end of it, knew the expression on your face all too well despite the way it flickered sweet just for a moment, just for him, as he released your hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

So it came as no surprise to the boy when you seemed to be considering your next words as you tilted your head, whether to deliberately lean into his touch or just a habit whilst you thought he wasn’t sure.

Maybe it was coincidence or maybe it was both, either way when your hand followed his seconds after he had let it go to clasp gently at his wrist, his heart spasmed despite knowing what was coming.  

"There was something though, wasn’t there? You stated but you were quiet in how you spoke, patient, trying to make sure Eddie knew he wasn’t being pushed, that you were only concerned, and everything about it made him ache. His thoughts going a cotton-wool kind of hazy that he wasn’t convinced he could blame on the alcohol anymore.

He let his thumb brush the downturned corner of your lips, a brief second of indulgence before he pressed up, moulding your mouth into a smile until he spied it becoming a real one, the kind that would have had Eddie dropping to his knees if he’d been standing, as you knocked his hand away.

He tapped at your legs then, drumming lightly at the creases of your knees and up the backs of your thighs, making you twitch. You got the hint though, rising off him just enough for him to push himself up and then back, leaning against the pillows before he held out his hands for you to take so you could climb back into his lap. 

It felt like his first mistake. 

Or was it his second, after coming here in the first place? Third, after losing his head and nearly kissing you? 

He’d lost count. 

All he knew was that it was suddenly a little harder to breathe.

That being this close didn’t feel as innocently friendly as it had five minutes ago, as it had all the other times you’d been tucked tight against him, sleepily whispering secrets until dawn broke and your head fell heavy against his shoulder, leaving Eddie to have to carefully roll you back on to the mattress so you didn’t wake up stiff and sore.

Your hands were soft on his stomach, forcing the boy to fight off a shudder every time you traced the dark lines of another tattoo, jaw slack as he watched every little movement of your fingers with rapt attention, only realising he’d been repeating each one with his own touch on your thighs when he felt the brush of soft fabric against his fingertips. 

It took Eddie a second to tear his eyes away from the sight, to meet your gaze with pink cheeks and lips almost bitten raw and find that you had swayed closer. Close enough so that he could map each little freckle that made up constellations on your cheeks in the moonlight that slanted over your features, noses only inches apart and he swallowed down a choked curse when he remembered you were probably still expecting an answer. 

He hesitated with it, unsure of how much he could give away, and shrugged, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. "S’really nothin’ for you to worry about princess, the date was fine and she was… great - incredible actually - we just, uh, mutually decided there was a point in taking it past a one time thing.”

The silence stretched long enough that Eddie wondered if he was maybe more wasted than he'd thought. He must have been if the question of whether telling you the truth was really as bad as he'd feared was nudging at his brain, the consequences seeming a lot less daunting the longer allowed himself to consider it. 

Because there you were, looking at him with the prettiest confused expression he'd ever seen and all of a sudden it felt like the worst crime in the world to lie to you. That you deserved more than the way he'd been continuously lying to you for years and if there was the slightest chance - which sometimes he thought there were signs there could be - that you wanted him to be the one who gave you more, then he had to take it, right?

"I don't understand,” you said slowly, face scrunched like you were trying to figure out if you missed something somewhere in his explanation, like you were trying to hide how the boy calling Sarah - Sam - whatever her name was - incredible in a dazed voice had made your stomach twist. "If she was so amazing and the date was a hit, why wouldn't you want to see her again?" 

"Well turns out no matter how awesome a girl is, she doesn't really wanna waste time trying to date someone who's in love with someone else.”

You inclined your head. "Makes sense." And then it sunk in what he had said. "Wait, hang on - what?”

"Yeah,” he chuckled, a little shaky, a little rough, and despite the easy grin he tried to offer, there was an undeniable bloom of nervousness unfurling in his eyes, “crazy right? I mean I expected her to leave when she figured it out but then she stayed and even tried giving me advice, which maybe me taking wasn't the best decision 'cause it involved some liquid courage and telling the girl how I feel but I kinda took the first part too far, which is how I ended up like this– ”

He gestured wildly to himself and when his hands dropped back to rest on your bare thighs it took all you had not to flinch.

Your brain felt fuzzy, chest too tight, and suddenly every part of your body that was pressed to his felt like it was in agony. A new, excruciating kind of torture. 

Eddie was in love with someone else.

And he hadn't even thought to tell you until now.

"Eddie–” you murmured dazedly, because christ, he was still talking and you're mind was whirring and you just really needed him to stop. 

"-she originally offered to help make her jealous, which was fuckin' insane, I thought that shit only happened in movies. I gave that idea a hard pass cause it seemed sleazy, like a total dick move, y'know. Didn’t seem right to mess with her like that and I don't think I even could if my life depended on it-”

Fuck, this hurt worse than you had ever imagined. A dagger shoved deep between your ribs with every word, twisting until you thought you’d be sick with it. 

"Eddie.” You managed to repeat a little stronger than before. But to your horror it still sounded weak and you could hear the painful edge that made your voice shake. 

You wanted to slam a hand over his mouth. 

You wanted to crawl as far away from his touch as you possibly could. 

And yet you were painfully still, a statue in Eddie’s lap, turned to stone like those poor souls you’d read about in a mythology book when you were a kid.

Except here there was no terrifying creature to blame, just your best friend who was breaking your heart without even realising. Oblivious to a tear that welled and spilled over your lash line, dripping onto the shirt that you were suddenly wishing wasn’t his as he pressed on. 

You felt pathetic, embarassment and rejection leeching through your veins like poison.

"Felt wrong just thinking about it,” He rushed out and maybe if you weren’t so upset you would have put it together. The way he was rambling like he couldn’t speak quick enough, like he would lose his nerve if he didn't, lungs burning and eyes darting over your face, anxious, as if his heart would give out if he looked away for even a second. Fingers tapping too quick on your thighs. “Touching someone, kissing them, loving them, even if it’s pretend, shit I can’t even remember the last time I thought of doin’ those kind of things with anyone else that wasn’t-” 

"Wasn’t her,” You interrupted, head ducked to hide your embarrassment when the words slipped out scathing, a little more heated than you intended. The burn behind your eyes grew stronger as you tried to climb off him, numb fingers clumsy, grappling for purchase on his stomach so you could push yourself away. “I get it Eddie-” 

He stopped you with hesitant hands wrapping around your wrists, squeezing soft, his grip growing more confident when you didn’t immediately try to yank yourself away. Drawing them to his chest in a plea for you to look at him and listen.

"-you.” 

You froze, head snapping up to stare at the boy in disbelief, utterly stunned. Your heart spasming before it began to pound so hard you thought it would splinter bone as you tried to figure out if you had heard him right, if he had said what you thought he had, if you dared to ask him to repeat himself just in case he had. 

It felt like the world had slowed for a moment, like it was trying to give you a chance to push past the rush of blood in your ears that was drowning your ability to think straight, to decide whether Eddie had misspoken or not and if he hadn't, did that mean it was finally time for you to stop hiding. Did you even know how?

The answer came when the winds outside grew into a storm. The patpatpat of rain on the roof coming slowly at first and then all at once and each knock of a branch at your window sounded like the tick of a clock as the silence between you rolled on too long. It felt like a countdown, a warning that if you weren’t going to be brave now, you wouldn’t get the chance again. 

So you fought the urge to rip yourself away, lowered yourself gingerly back down onto his thighs whilst Eddie watched you with wide eyes, a little hopeful, a little terrified, a little too aware that any wrong move could make you run for real next time. “Did you– what did you just say?”

"Wasn’t you.” He whispered, and neither of you could take your eyes off the other as he took a deep breath whilst your own remained trapped in your chest. His voice growing braver like it was an obvious truth he was telling you and not one that felt like a bomb being dropped on your head. “I haven’t thought about anyone else since I realised I was in love with you.” 

You inhaled sharply, a small noise slipping from your throat that you couldn’t stop if you tried.

You wanted to ask him to say it again, you wanted to kiss the words from his mouth as he said them, you wanted to say it back, murmur it over and over into him until you were dizzy from lack of oxygen but you couldn’t. Because there were tears in your eyes and your throat, your lungs, were refusing to work, every part of your body suddenly paralysed whilst your heart tumbled wild in your chest.

Eddie licked his lips, parted and closed them again as tried to organise the mess of his thoughts into words. 

He sat up and pulled you closer until your hips were flush, your thighs caged around his as he gently ran his thumbs up over the soft part of your wrists where your pulse hammered against the skin and you wondered if it was a gesture meant to soothe you or him. If it was maybe for both of you.

A way to encourage you to touch him in whatever way you needed whilst he did the same, preparing himself to give a confession that he never thought he would get a chance to, that he hoped you would understand.

"I only asked Sam out because I thought you were never gonna feel the same and I just needed to get over it, ” He sighed, cheeks pink as he nervously analysed your expression from beneath his lashes. “Turns out she knew all along, figured out I was gonner that night at the hideout when you made me sing fuckin’ Bon Jovi.”

He said it teasingly, all false betrayal and shining eyes like you’d made him commit the worst kind of crime, like he was so in love with you that he’d sing that fucking song until his throat was raw if you asked again. 

You let out a watery laugh and Eddie beamed at the sound. His gaze lovely as it roamed your face, endlessly adoring when you swiped at a falling tear with the heel of your palm and melted because the boy had caught your hand in his before you could drop it, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss away the salt on your skin with a sweet tsk, voice like honey as he murmured, ‘c’mon, pretty girl, please don’t cry’.

"I couldn’t even deny it when she brought it up, y’know,” he chuckled, leaning in to rest his forehead to yours, noses grazing until you sighed happily for him. “She wasn’t mad either, just told me I needed to grow a pair and tell you how I felt before someone else did, but it was like she’d fuckin’ me in punched me in the face. All I could think was, ‘shit, she’s right, what the hell am I doing’.”

And then his smile faltered. His stare flickering away from yours like he was ashamed, lips twisting into a grimace, voice strained as his hands slid down your arms and dropped to the hem of your shirt to twist the material in his fingers. 

"Thing is, it sounded like the easiest thing in the world when she said it, but then I was about to leave and it suddenly felt terrifying and the idea of calming my nerves with a drink didn’t sound like the dumbest one I’ve ever had.” Eddie admitted, closing his eyes briefly and when he opened them again the disappointment in them made your heart ache. 

“Not until I started hesitating the longer I was there anyway, overthinking and talking myself out of it, and then before I knew it I was wasted and I’d fucked up another chance to tell you. So I called Harrington instead, though I guess that kind of backfired too, huh?”

He was making it sound like it was all his fault that this had gone on so long but god, you knew what your own fear felt like. The things you told yourself daily to stop you from taking that plunge.

Had you both been using the same insecurities to hold yourselves back all this time?

"What were you so scared of? ” You coaxed softly, pressing a hand over the place where his heart thumped beneath the skin, fingertips toying with the chain that hung around his neck and when your other hand smoothed it’s way up to his jaw, thumb gliding along the edge of it, the boy leaned into your touch like he was starved for it. A ragged sigh slipping past his lips as his lashes fluttered.

"Messing everything up.” He explained quietly and the crack in his voice made you want to wrap your arms around him and smother him in affection. Refuse to let him go or ever doubt himself again. “Losing you. I didn’t know if you’d hate me for making things awkward if you didn’t feel the same and I couldn’t handle the thought of not having you in my life.”

"You could never do anything to make me hate your or not be in your life Eddie,” you told him, and if your words were soft then the look in your eyes was even softer. Lips pulling into a warm smile that he could only describe as pure light as your hand left his chest to tug teasingly at one of his curls. “Even if it’s something like turning up at my door, half gone, smelling like you’ve been dunked in whiskey, to tell me something that I’ve been waiting a hell of a long time to hear from you.” 

He swore he'd never loved you more than he did right then.

"Yeah?” Eddie breathed, his own grin blinding as his hands nudged their way beneath your shirt to curve around your bare sides, seeking out the warmth of you to ground himself because he could have sworn he was dreaming. 

"Yeah.” 

“Well shit, sweetheart,” he huffed out a soft laugh, a little giddy with relief, more drunk on you than whatever alcohol was left in his system. “If I’d known that I would have made Stevie boy haul my drunk ass over here a lot sooner. You have any idea how long I’ve had to suffer mourning about my feelings to him after one of his house parties for him to just tell me to shut the fuck up and go to sleep?”

Probably the same amount of time you’d endured Robin telling you to get a grip.

"No, but I’m sure Steve would gladly tell me if I asked,” you answered cheekily instead, letting out a terrible shriek of a laugh when the boy tickled your ribs and muttered that you better not dare.

It made him grin all stupid and lovesick, even more so when you bumped your nose against his and looked at him a little shy, a little hopeful as you asked, “though maybe you could try voicing some of those feelings without the alcohol, y’know, just so I know they’re not a result of your brain being fried and so that when I say them back, you actually have a chance of remembering it in the morning.”  

Eddie was enthusiastically nodding before you could finish, a brightness unfurling in his chest like the flowers that had snaked around his ribs when he met you were now opening up, blooming with what he felt for you. What you felt for him back. “Yeah, fuck, I can do that,” he murmured. “Anything you want.” 

You were beaming, and if he could bottle the way it made him feel he would. Gone for the way you melted into him when he slipped a hand from beneath your shirt, dragging it slow up your spine until his palm was fitting itself around the back of your neck, just so he could feel you that much closer. Just because he could.

"Anything?” You repeated coyly, smiling when he sighed real pretty as you brushed some of his curls back.

"Anything.”

"You gonna take me on a date Munson?” 

As if he was going to say no to you. Like he ever could. He’d bring you the damn moon if you wanted it. The stars too, because he wouldn’t be able to help himself when it came to you. 

He pressed his nose to your cheek to hide the dopey grin that tugged at his lips, humming. “Mhm, how does tomorrow sound? Maybe upgrade our plans from grovelling duty to first date?”  

"Hmm, I don’t know,” you pondered, eyes fluttering shut with a smile, content to tease the boy by pretending to think about it as you tilted your head back for him when he pushed his face into your neck with an amused huff. “I kind of liked the idea of you grovelling all day and the plans you made were pretty tempting. What will the upgrade entail if I agree?”

"Same plans, I’d just get to keep touching you like this, hold you whenever I wanted, whenever you wanted me to.” He murmured, lips catching at your skin as he spoke, the hand that was clamped around your waist tightening when you shivered as he drew a line with his nose up to your jaw.

“Maybe walk around with my hand in your back pocket the way I know you think is real cute. Use it to pull you in for a kiss when you’re looking far too pretty to be real, which is fuckin’ always by the way, and I feel like m’gonna die if I don’t.” 

Your chest hitched, lips parted and body feeling a touch too warm, because the thought of Eddie kissing you all greedy, a little too desperate to give a damn about where you were or who was around, was suddenly so consuming. Leaving you dizzy enough that you had to clutch at his shoulders, his neck, curling your fingers around his chain to keep yourself seated instead of falling back into the cushions and pulling him down with you.

“Oh.” You breathed out.

He swallowed, hard. 

And when he lifted his head his eyes were half-lidded, almost black beneath the heavy fan of his lashes, voice a low rasp that made you burn as his gaze flickered from your mouth to settle on yours. “Yeah, oh.”

"How am I supposed to say no to that?”

His lips twitched. “Now you know how it feels when you ask me for anything.” He whispered hoarsely and you wondered if he could hear the chaotic hammering of your heart, if he could feel the vibration of it slamming into your ribs against his own.

The air between you was buzzing, electric, bloated with anticipation when the last couple of inches fell away as his face leaned closer to yours, mouth hovering over your own. his breath warm and smelling of smoke and whiskey, a hint of mint as he said your name, sticky sweet with heat and a longing kind of need. He drew lazy circles under your ear with his thumb and it took everything you had not to let the pleading noise building in your throat escape. 

"Yeah, Eddie?” You asked instead, so quiet that had he not been right there, you doubt he would have heard you at all. You knew he had though when his tongue darted out to wet his lips, a nervous gesture just like the way your fingers couldn’t stop their movements, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck and making him shudder. 

"Can I kiss you now?” 

It already felt like he was. His mouth brushing yours as he spoke, each word the ghost of a kiss, a brief taste of the real thing that you were sure would shatter you entirely because jesus christ, this alone was making you feel like there were fireworks beneath your skin.

The way your bottom lip caught between his stole your breath, a cracked noise bubbling up in your throat that Eddie inhaled and echoed back with a groan when you tilted your head and pushed your lips to his.

It was a fleeting thing, lasting no more than a few blissful, delirious seconds because your brain had caught up and was telling you this wasn’t right. Not that kissing Eddie wasn’t right. It felt like the most natural thing you’d ever done, like you’d found a piece of yourself you hadn’t realised you were missing. 

It was just the timing. 

"Wait…” You murmured and Eddie drew back immediately, the hand that had been clasped around your neck pulling back to tuck your hair behind your ear, cupping your jaw as his worried gaze flicked over your face, searching for any sign of discomfort he might have caused. 

"Shit, I’m sorry.” He said gently, thick with guilt, full of concern. “Was it too soon? I swear I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything, fuck, sweetheart, I’d never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable y’know that right? And if I do by accident I want you to tell me or hell, punch me or something- ”

"-No, no, it’s okay Eds - Eddie listen, I’m not gonna hit you, jesus - I just,” You couldn’t get the words out fast enough for the way the look on his face was making your chest squeeze. Your hands flew to his face as you shook your head, stroking your thumbs over the arc of his cheekbones to quiet him whilst you gave him a reassuring smile. “I just don’t want our first real kiss to be when one of us is drunk, that's all. Is that okay?” 

He blew out a breath, panic deflating, the boy visibly softening for you, and then he was wrapping his arms around back, pressing a kiss to your nose, your cheeks, your forehead until you were both grinning, laughter still echoing above the sounds of the storm outside when he touched his forehead to yours.

“Baby, of course it’s okay,” he murmured, “you just say the word, I’ll kiss you whenever you want me too.”

His words lit you up, warmth spreading through you until you were giddy with it. So full of affection for the boy that you thought you’d burst and it must have been contagious because Eddie was looking at you like he knew exactly what you were feeling.

"Kiss me tomorrow?” You whispered, unable to bite back your grin as you brushed your nose against his. “When I first wake up so I don’t think I’ve dreamed this whole thing?”

Eddie’s eyes shone and he squeezed you a little tighter, his smile becoming more devastatingly lovely than you'd ever seen before, stretching wide across his face as he nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.” 

And he did. 

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Happy Rec day! Here's what I've been reading lately. As a reminder, anything I read is always reblogged on @superbreblogger or you can find past rec lists like this one on my pinned post under "critic's choice" 

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*Generally tagged with the "prominent" theme for fluff, angst, or smut, but many involve all - make sure you read the warnings on the actual post*

Steve Harrington:

untitled by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

The Food Of Love by @familyvideostevie - fluff

If You Loved Me( Why'd You Leave Me?) (part 1) by @1986harrington - angst

If You Loved Me (Why'd You Leave Me?) (part 2) by @1986harrington - smut

artist!reader uses steve's back as a canvas by @aphrogeneias - fluff

untitled by @loveshotzz - smut

Sturdy by @boyfriendstevie - smut

Orange Juice by @ghost-proofbaby - angst

Emmy's Advent Calendar Day 1 by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff

Emmy's Advent Calendar Day 3 by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff

Eddie Munson:

spooning with eddie by @bewilderedbunny - smut

Objection! by @bewilderedbunny - smut

Torn, chapter 4 by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series may contain fluff, angst, and/or smut

untitled by @pettyprocrastination - fluff

Classified by @pullhisteeth - smut

Bruises by @lonelysatellites - smut

untitled by @gaybybirth - smut

carol's at the laundromat by @carolmunson - fluff

Black by @sweetsweetjellybean- angst

Torn Eddie things by @sweetsweetjellybean - fluff

Steddie, Stobin, & Everything Stranger Things:

Hey Trouble (steddie x you) by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut

untitled (nancy) by @roguenancy - fluff? angst? idk it's just beautiful

untitled (steve) by @roguenancy - see above

untitled (steve and Dustin) by @loveinhawkins - fluff/angst

Act 3 "Getting Lucky" (Stobin) by @palmtreesx3- this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Warm ( a steve harrington story with an OC) by @atinylittlepain - smut

How would they peel an orange for you? (multiple headcanons) by @dr-aculaaa - fluff

Act 4 "Going All The Way" (Stobin) by @palmtreesx3 - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Save Me From What I Want (Nancy) by @powderblueblood - angst/fluff

Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:

Wildfire by @curiositydooropened - completed

Talking In Your Sleep by @abibliophobiaa - ongoing

let's go, don't wait by @carolmunson - ongoing

Get Off by @palmtreesx3 - ongoing

Torn by @sweetsweetjellybean - ongoing

I Guess It's Never Really Over by @loveshotzz - ongoing

Like It's Love? by @upsidedownwithsteve - ongoing

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Aside from the same glorious reasons above, here's some of mine:

"And what a cool time to be able to make friends from all over the world all because of a couple of dudes named steve and eddie"

^couldn't have said it better if I tried. I'll never be able to wrap my head around the insane friendships I've made all because of this app and these boys and writing 💛

I love reading writing that is so inspiring that it makes me want to write the same.

I love digging into these characters and finding my own voice with them until they feel like my own.

I love that maybe something I write and share sticks with even just one person and they remember it.

I love trying to make people feel so intensely that they have to smile wide, laugh out loud, shed a tear, or hold their breath - I mean how cool is it when you read something that just absolutely makes you feel, makes you immersed in that world?

I love having a no pressure (yes let's all repeat that together) place to share my writing and space to improve, practice, and grow in this hobby.

I love when you're working on something and your group, your people, are helping you flush out ideas and throwing their own out and you all get so fucking excited and it starts flowing and you're all genuinely just the greatest little network of love and support and creativity ❤️

So so so many talented writers already tagged, I'm just going to tag my lovely ladies who listen to me doubt myself daily only to slam their love in my face. @boomhauer @loveshotzz @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean

Please check out my fic rec page @superbreblogger for a ton of talented author's as well as the tag #superbly subpars fic recs where I share what I've been reading every Sunday 💛

psa • hi, you're lovely

okay, circle of trust time.

as a writer on this platform – in fucking FANTASTIC company with other writers i might add – i just wanna say, i'm here for you! we're a community, right? it's so easy to get caught up in stats and likes and reblogs and cranking shit out, but don't forget why you're here. here's why i'm here ( you do it too if you reblog this!! ):

i love to write

i love sharing my love of fandoms and characters with others

i love being able to grow a beloved character into something more and give them the attention and detail they so deserve

i love when someone shares the same thoughts and hc's as me

i love nerding out about the details

i love putting music / playlists together to go with my writing

and...i love me some smut. i'm sorry ( i'm not )

but seriously, so many other reasons too and i just think we should all be kinder to ourselves. because at the end of the day? this lil silly space is so special. getting to share our writing and have people read it without having to publish a book ( and if you do SHARE IT! i wanna buy itttt ). and what a cool time to be able to make friends from all over the world all because of a couple of dudes named steve and eddie.

okay. love you, love yourself, love your writing and your craft, and this is your note to be kind to yourself today. cos you're talented and worth it! SMOOOOOCH! ♥️

tagging some bbs, don't feel pressured to re-post! i just want you to know this applies to youuuu xoxo, @upsidedownwithsteve • @familyvideostevie • @loveshotzz • @forevermoreharrington • @roanniom • @plainemmanem • @stvharrngton • @theemporium • @honeymunson • @livingintheupsidedown • @luveline • @1986harrington • @lucasnclair • @stevebabey • @stevestummy • @sattlersquarry • @curiositydooropened • @willowherbal • @annab-nana@acourtofsnakes • @starryeyedstories • @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat • @katsu28 • @lovebugism  • @fleurfairie

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Hi friends, it's been a bit so this is quite long! I'm hoping to get back into doing these on Sunday nights again from here on out and with my author feature/links to masterlists. I think we're losing that notion about sharing writing and authors we love again lately. Don't forget to reblog and tell people you're glad they're writing and here!

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

As a reminder here's why I'm doing this every Sunday, and anything I reblog/seen on these Sunday lists can be found @superbreblogger my fic dump blog. Happy reading and have a great week!

recs now separated by character’s and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions

Steve Harrington:

untitled hammock blurb by @abibliophobiaa - fluff

untitled bouncer steve thot by @carolmunson / @loveshotzz AU - smut

"Favorite Part" by @loveshotzz - smut

"If Tomorrow Never Comes Pt. 1" by @sweetsweetjellybean - series includes angst/smut/fluff

"Constellations" by @loveshotzz - fluff

BFB levels 4-8 by @upsidedownwithsteve - series includes angst/smut/fluff

untitled fuck us out of our bad mood request from meeee by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

untitled late night sex by @hungharrington - smut

"Keep Your Cool" by @familyvideostevie - fluff

untitled role playing in the poolhouse by @carolmunson - smut

"And They Were Roommates" by @sunshinesteviee - fluff

"Whatta Man" - Steve's Night by @loveshotzz - fluff/smut

untitled playfighting by @stevenose - smut

untitled giving steve a handjob by @hungharrington AND "sweet revenge" by @hungharrington - smut

"Keep Trying" by @lilacletter - fluff/smut

"Always Something There To Remind Me" by @carolmunson - angst/smut/fluff

"You Look Pretty Like This" by @loveshotzz - smut

Eddie Munson:

untitled hand kink by @loveshotzz - smut

"It's Just A Question" by @courtingchaos - angst/fluff

untitled wrestling/being rough by @dr-aculaaa - fluff

untitled long day/comfort by @dr-aculaaa - fluff

untitled 'watch' prompt by @newlips - smut

untitled 'gaze' prompt by @newlips - smut

untitled 'debate' fman!eddie prompt by @newlips - angst/fluff

untitled 'close' prompt by @newlips - smut

Steddie (x reader):

"Need To Know" by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut

Series I'm Currently Reading & Rec:

"If Tomorrow Never Comes" by @sweetsweetjellybean | steve harrington - ongoing

"Disjointed" by @boomhauer | eddie munson - ongoing

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Happy Sunday Friday Rec night afternoon! Author features will be back on Sunday when I get back to positing these on a more regular schedule (your girl needs to get back to a routine desperately) , otherwise business as usual! (This is extremely long, since my last one was in June, I'm so sorry but I'm not sorry)

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

Find previous recs on @superbreblogger my fic rec blog or on my pinned post under "critic's choice"

Happy reading and have a great week weekend!

Steve Harrington:

untitled pussy drunk grinding steve by @hungharrington - smut

untitled quiet touches imagine by @vampieteeth - fluff

If Tomorrow Never Comes Pt 2 by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series may contain smut, fluff, and angst

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 1 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 2 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled colors!steve on the 4th of July by @loveshotzz - smut

BFB Level 9 by @upsidedownwithsteve - this series may contain fluff, smut, and angst

BFB Level 10 by @upsidedownwithsteve - this series may contain fluff, smut, and angst

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 3 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled moment at the diner with Steve by @familyvideostevie - fluff

"Take A Seat" by @myosotisa - smut

untitled soft!perv!steve shaving reader by @cherrychilli - smut

"Win With You" by @stevenose - smut

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 4 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled oral with Steve by @pastel-pillows - smut

Get Off Prologue by @palmtreesx3 - this series may contain fluff, smut, and angst

If Tomorrow Never Comes Pt. 3 by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled cockwarming by @cherrychilli - smut

untitled oral with Steve by @abibliophobiaa - smut

untitled steve sending you voicenotes/voicemails by @hungharrington - fluffy/smut

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 5 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled mean!steve with a polaroid by @hungharrington - smut

"Take A Seat - Extended Edition" by @myosotisa - smut

untitled oral, 69'ing, throat fucking... by @stvharrngton - smut

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 6 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

All I Really Want Is You Chap. 7 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

"good morning, indeed" by @boyfriendstevie - smut

"Gnaw" by @stevenose - smut

*Gator Tilman (A Joe Keery character) special appearance fic: "Unholy" by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint - smut

Eddie Munson:

untitled "dumb cute foxy shit" by @carolmunson in the universe of @loveshotzz "The Foxy Lounge" - fluff

untitled groupie eddie imagine by @pastel-pillows - smut

Orange Colored Sky Pt. 1 by @carolmunson - this series may contain fluff, smut, and angst

"It's Movie Night" by @chestylarouxx - fluffy hint of smut

untitled pregnant reader in a hot laundromat by @carolmunson - fluff

"Teeth" by @courtingchaos - fluff and smut

Talking In Your Sleep Chap. 1 by @abibliophobiaa - this series may contain angst, fluff, and smut

untitled smutty smut by @thornsnvultures - smut

"Red Ridinghood" by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut

Robin Buckley:

untitled robin smut thots by @pastel-pillows - smut

Steddie:

untitled steddie meet cute by @starrystevie - fluff

General Group / Stranger Things Fics:

untitled thoughts about Scoops Troop on 4th of July by @starry-eyed-steve - angst

untitled imagine if Eddie and Dustin made it back through the gate together by @loveinhawkins - angst

Erica getting Eddie his bullet belt by @loveinhawkins - fluffy angst

Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:

"Talking In Your Sleep" by @abibliophobiaa - ongoing

"If Tomorrow Never Comes" by @sweetsweetjellybean - completed

"All I Really Want Is You" by @loveshotzz - completed (with an upcoming epilogue to be added)

"Orange Colored Sky" by @carolmunson - ongoing

"Get Off" by @palmtreesx3 - ongoing

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Happy Sunday Rec night! I lied, author features returning soonish. I really need to catch up on reading and it's just...well life right now.

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

Find previous recs on @superbreblogger my fic rec blog or on my pinned post under "critic's choice"

Happy reading and have a great week!

Steve Harrington:

If Tomorrow Never Comes Pt. 4 by @sweetsweetjellybean - this series may contain fluff, angst, and smut

All I Really Want Is You Ch. 9 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain fluff, angst, and smut

All I Really Want Is You Ch. 10 by @loveshotzz - this series may contain fluff, angst, and smut

All I Really Want Is You Epilogue by @loveshotzz - this series may contain fluff, angst, and smut

untitled menace reader teasing steve with their boobs by @hungharrington - fluffy smut

untitled "my eyes are up here, handsome" by @hungharrington - fluffy smutty thoughts

Eddie Munson:

untitled eddie making us soup when we're sick by @roanniom - fluff

Steddie:

because you were home by @carolmunson - smut (steddie x reader)

Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:

Talking In Your Sleep by @abibliophobiaa - ongoing

Orange Colored Sky by @carolmunson - ongoing

Let's Go, Don't Wait by @carolmunson - ongoing

Get Off by @palmtreesx3 - ongoing

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Happy Sunday fic rec night friends! As I mentioned last week, I'm hopefully gonna offer some authors to check out each week along with what I've read. I hope you find some new authors/fics to enjoy! 💛

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

As a reminder here's why I'm doing this every Sunday, and anything I reblog/seen on these Sunday lists can be found @superbreblogger my fic dump blog. Happy reading and have a great week!

recs now separated by character’s and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions

Hey Check Out These Super Talented Authors:

@1986harrington - masterlist

I loved everything I read this week, but I think my favorite had to have been "We fell in love at the end of the world". A truly sweet intimate moment with Steve perfectly balanced. I feel people often focus on Steve being soft and sweet and clingy after being hurt and this fic shows that side as well as his need to still be silly, to push off his pain and injuries to make you laugh. I don't think there was a fic I didn't smile or think to myself 'mhm yes totally steve oh my god.' You won't be disappointed!

@abibliophobiaa - masterlist

Again, loved absolutely everything I read. Holy cow did I fucking cry at Evermore. But I think my favorite had to be Luna's "Bad Idea" best friend Steve Harrington oneshot. It was fluffy and smutty and perfection. Luna's wit in her writing as well as some truly beautiful poetic lines that will stick with you are just a few reasons to check out her stories!

Steve Harrington:

"Late Night Drives" by @1986harrington -fluff/smut

"Bad Idea" by @abibliophobiaa - smut

"We Fell In Love At The End Of The World" by @1986harrington - angst/fluff

"Sweetness" / "Sweetness" pt. 2 by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

"Bad For Business Level One" by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff/(angst in the form of enemies to lovers - mini series)

"Single Thread" pt. 3 (spiderman!steve) by @keeryshouse - fluff/smut/angst

"Addiction" by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut

"Lover" by @sunshinesteviee - fluff

Untitled BD Steve by @usedtobecooler - smut

Eddie Munson:

"Evermore" by @abibliophobiaa - angst

"Whatta Man - Eddie's Night" by @loveshotzz - smut (with some good fluff too)

Untitled Request by @newlips - smut

"Disjointed" chap. 29 by @boomhauer - this series contains angst/fluff/smut

Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:

"be with you everywhere" by @willowherbal | Steve Harrington - ongoing

“Disjointed” by @boomhauer | Eddie Munson - ongoing

“Baby Steps” by @boomhauer | Steve Harrington - ongoing

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Happy Sunday fic rec night friends! I hope you find some new authors/fics to enjoy! 💛 (I'm afraid no featured authors this week, I'm still trying to catch up from my time away with reading and haven't had a chance to get through some masterlists. Also, sadly one of the authors I was going to feature has deactivated. I don't know the reasoning for why, but I'm once again encouraging you to let your favorite authors know that you appreciate them and love their work )💛

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

As a reminder here's why I'm doing this every Sunday, and anything I reblog/seen on these Sunday lists can be found @superbreblogger my fic dump blog. Happy reading and have a great week!

recs now separated by character’s and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions

Steve Harrington:

Untitled riding Steve's thighs by @chainsawmunson - smut

Untitled Steve taking care of overworked reader by @theemporium - fluff

Untitled Steve 3rd date breeding kink by @chainsawmunson - smut

"Bad for Business Level 2" by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff/(angst in the form of enemies to lovers - mini series)

"Anything You Want" (part of the Steve's dad secretary "series") by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut

"Big Boss" (a colors steve blurb) by @loveshotzz - smut

"Bad for Business Level 3" by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff/(angst in the form of enemies to lovers - mini series)

"Bad for Business Level 4" by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff/(angst in the form of enemies to lovers - mini series)

Eddie Munson:

Untitled comfortable with each other Eddie by @usedtobecooler - smut

"Let's Go, Don't Wait" part 1 by @carolmunson - fluff

"Let's Go, Don't Wait" part 2 by @carolmunson - fluff / smut

Series I'm Currently Reading & Recommend:

“Disjointed” by @boomhauer | Eddie Munson - ongoing

“Baby Steps” by @boomhauer | Steve Harrington - ongoing

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Happy Sunday fic rec night friends! Sorry it's been a bit since my last rec post. Been hard to keep up with my own writing as well as reading, but hopefully moving forward I have some more time! As I try to keep up with reading new things that I come across or friends release, I'm also trying to slowly make my way through masterlists too! So, starting next Sunday I'm gonna feature a couple authors too and share their masterlists. I hope you find some new author's and fics to enjoy!💛

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day 💛

As a reminder here's why I'm doing this every Sunday, and anything I reblog/seen on these Sunday lists can be found @superbreblogger my fic dump blog. Happy reading and have a great week!

recs now separated by character’s and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions

Steve Harrington:

Ch. 3-6 of "Be With You Everywhere" by @willowherbal | this series contains angst, fluff, and smut

Single Thread pt. 2 by @keeryshouse | this series contains angst, fluff, and smut

"Time to Giddy Up, Yeah?" by @loveshotzz | smut

Untitled Shy!Reader Blurb by @upsidedownwithsteve | fluff (slight angst from anxiety?)

"Seeing Stars" by @palmtreesx3 | angst/fluff and illusions to smut

"A Girl Like You" by @palmtreesx3 ( a part two to the above seeing stars) | smut

"A Pick Me Up" by @willowherbal (my request and literally amazing. so grateful for this truly) | fluff/angst (due to reader's mental health)

"Stay The Night" by @starlightsearches (another request from me and oh my god incredible. my dumbass asked for angst and oh boy ...I hated steve for a bit after this) | angst

Untitled Big Dick Steve by definetely not @usedtobecooler sent in to @loveshotzz | smut

"Give Me More" by @sweetsweetjellybean | smut

A Couple Days In I Call You Baby pt. 2 by @upsidedownwithsteve | smut

"Hands On You" by @usedtobecooler | smut

Eddie Munson:

"Watchin' You" by @jadequeen88 | fluff/smut

"Twisted" by @sweetsweetjellybean | smut

"Disjointed" Ch. 28 by @boomhauer | this series contains angst, fluff, and smut

"A Girl Called Honey" pt. 2 by @whoahoney | fluff & angst

Series I’m currently reading and recommend:

"be with you everywhere" by @willowherbal | Steve Harrington - ongoing

“love in hawkins” by @loveinhawkins | Steddie - ongoing

“Disjointed” by @boomhauer | Eddie Munson - ongoing

“Baby Steps” by @boomhauer | Steve Harrington - ongoing

“Heart In Hawkins” by @myobmaya | Eddie Munson - ongoing

“There’s A Place for Me” by @loveshotzz | Eddie Munson - ongoing

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Part 3/3

Happy Rec day! Here's what I've been reading lately. As a reminder, anything I read is always reblogged on @superbreblogger or you can find past rec lists like this one on my pinned post under "critic's choice" 

Sorry this is is split into three parts, Tumblr was really not pleased with the links and such. 

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

Happy reading and have a great week!

*Generally tagged with the "prominent" theme for fluff, angst, or smut, but many involve all - make sure you read the warnings on the actual post*

Steve Harrington:

Ignite (Chapter 3 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Pyre (Chapter 4 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Searing (Chapter 5 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Combustion (Chapter 6 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Inferno (Chapter 7 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

untitled All I Really Want Is You by @loveshotzz - fluff

Listening to "Asleep" by The Smiths by @rustedhearts - angst

untitled by @loveshotzz - fluff

untitled by @dr-aculaaa - angst

untitled by @sweetsweetjellybean - smut

untitled by @sweetsweetjellybean - angst

Like It's Love Chapter I by @upsidedownwithsteve - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Like It's Love Chapter II by @upsidedownwithsteve - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

untitled by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

Eddie Munson:

untitled by @raccoonboywrites - fluff

untitled by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

untitled by @lovebugism - fluff

untitled by @choccyhearts - angst/fluff

First Impressions (Coffee Shop Blues) by @ghost-proofbaby - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Do You Wanna Be Friends? (Coffee Shop Blues) by @ghost-proofbaby - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Early Morning (Coffee Shop Blues) by @ghost-proofbaby - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Mordor (Coffee Shop Blues) by @ghost-proofbaby - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Ten Minutes (Coffee Shop Blues) by @ghost-proofbaby - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

It Will Come Back by @ghost-proofbaby - smut

untitled by @courtingchaos - fluff

untitled (orange colored sky AU) by @carolmunson- fluff

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Part 2/3

Happy Rec day! Here's what I've been reading lately. As a reminder, anything I read is always reblogged on @superbreblogger or you can find past rec lists like this one on my pinned post under "critic's choice"

Sorry this is is split into three parts, Tumblr was really not pleased with the links and such. 

Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like. If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day and it will also encourage your favorite writer(s) to keep writing the work you love!💛

Happy reading and have a great week!

*Generally tagged with the "prominent" theme for fluff, angst, or smut, but many involve all - make sure you read the warnings on the actual post*

Steve Harrington:

Emmy's Advent Calendar Day 4 by @upsidedownwithsteve - smut

Emmy's Advent Calendar Day 8 by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff

Mele Kalikimaka by @deadboyfriendd - fluff

untitled by @boyfriendstevie - smut

House Party by @courtingchaos - smut

Pride & Prejudice & Peanut Butter Sundaes by @starryeyedstories - fluff

Crush On You by @curlsincriminology - fluff

Ember (Chapter 1 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Spark (Chapter 2 of Wildfire) by @curiositydooropened - this series may contain angst, fluff, and/or smut

Eddie Munson:

Emmy's Advent Calendar Day 2 by @upsidedownwithsteve - angst

Emmy's Advent Calendar Day 5 by @upsidedownwithsteve - fluff

untitled by @neonghostlights - angst

untitled by @rebelfell - fluff

untitled by @cherrychilli - smut

Eddie's Notes by @m0llygunn - smut

out on the moonlit floor (part 6 of Orange Colored Sky) by @carolmunson - this series may contain fluff, angst, and/or smut

must be a kind of blind love (interlude chapter of Orange Colored Sky) by @carolmunson - fluff

agitated from the shadows, can I take it all back? (part 7 of Orange Colored Sky) by @carolmunson - this series may contain fluff, angst, and/or smut

it's like sugar sometimes (orange colored sky AU) by @carolmunson - fluff

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Happy Sunday fic rec night friends! Please reblog and share why you love your favorite writer's work! They can't read your thoughts from a simple like, and they could lose that joy of sharing with others if their work doesn't get circulated, talked about, and boosted to new people. We're all just a little like Tinkerbell and need someone to shout their love at us sometimes, you know? If you can't reblog or comment, consider sending a sweet anon message in support, it could really make someone's day 💛

As a reminder here's why I'm doing this every Sunday, and anything I reblog/seen on these Sunday lists can be found @superbreblogger my fic dump blog. Happy reading and have a great week!

recs now separated by character’s and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions

Steve Harrington:

"Peanut Butter Vibe" by @carolmunson | smut

"Laugh Like Lovers, Kiss Like Friends" by @crappymixtape | angst/fluff

"This Is Not A Love Story" by @sweetsweetjellybean | smut/angst

"We Tried The World" Ch. 1-7 by @upsidedownwithsteve | series contains fluff/angst/smut (yes, I read the entire series this week....)

"Single Thread" by @keeryshouse | spiderman AU fluff/angst (YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT. SPIDERMAN. AU. )

"A Late Night Swim" by @upsidedownwithsteve | fluff

"Dancing On The Kitchen Tiles" by @upsidedownwithsteve | fluff

**special appearance: Kurt Kunkle "chop chop slide" by @usedtobecooler | smut

Eddie Munson:

"Disjointed" Ch. 26 by @boomhauer | series contains angst/fluff/smut

"Above and Below" by @roanniom | smut

"Eddie Munson & the Worst Valentine's Day Ever" by @wheels-of-despair | angst

"Eddie Munson & the Best Anti-Valentine's Day Ever" by @wheels-of-despair | fluff

"Wildflowers" by @upsidedownwithsteve | fluff

"Candy Hearts" by @upsidedownwithsteve | fluff

"Rude Boy" by @loveshotzz | smut

Untitled snuggly morning Eddie by @munsondjarin | fluff

"The You of Right Now" by @morninglesss | smut

"lover three - eddie munson + cheesy pick up lines" by @theemporium | fluff

"Disjointed" Ch. 27 by @boomhauer | series contains angst/fluff/smut

Steddie / Steddie x Reader:

"untitled" by @sp0o0kylights | fluff

"Steddie x babysitter pt. 3" by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint | series contains smut/fluff/angst

Series I’m currently reading and recommend:

"be with you everywhere" by @willowherbal | Steve Harrington - ongoing

“love in hawkins” by @loveinhawkins | Steddie - ongoing

“Disjointed” by @boomhauer | Eddie Munson - ongoing

“Baby Steps” by @boomhauer | Steve Harrington - ongoing

“Heart In Hawkins” by @myobmaya | Eddie Munson - ongoing

“There’s A Place for Me” by @loveshotzz | Eddie Munson - ongoing

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oh boy another long rec list this week, and my list to read just keeps getting longer and longer - buckle up! Sorry posted a little later tonight, dang that super bowl and the food coma I was put in.

Series I'm currently reading and recommend:

"love in hawkins" by @loveinhawkins | Steddie - ongoing

"We Tried the World" by @upsidedownwithsteve | Steve Harrington - completed

"Disjointed" by @boomhauer | Eddie Munson - ongoing

"Baby Steps" by @boomhauer | Steve Harrington - ongoing

"Heart In Hawkins" by @myobmaya | Eddie Munson - ongoing

"There's A Place for Me" by @loveshotzz | Eddie Munson - ongoing

recs now separated by character's and will have fluff, smut, and angst descriptions

Eddie Munson:

"A Girl Called Honey" by @whoahoney | fluff

"Made for Loving You" by @loveshotzz | fluff and smut

Untitled - Cute Drunk Eddie by @munson-blurbs | fluff

Steve Harrington:

"Keep It Quiet For Me" by @my-my-only-angel | smut

Untitled - Meet Cute by @sunshinesteviee | fluff

"I've been dying to get you dizzy" by @schoopsahoy | fluff/smut

"Drunk on you" by @softharrington | smut

"This Is How It Ends" by @crappymixtape | angst

"One on One" by @roanniom | smut

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Hi friends! So, I've been trying to majorly catch up on reading, and I know a lot of other writer's try to do this, and I thought I'd start as well. I'm just astounded by the note ratios I see for so many talented people. I usually find fics to read by people reblogging or recommending - so if you like a fic, I strongly encourage you to reblog - even make a side account for it if that makes you feel more comfortable. I promise it makes all the difference for us authors!

As a reminder, I have a fic dump blog @superbreblogger - I have a pinned post with tag information. Also, I reblog lots of masterlists there too under #author recs and #author masterlists

I decided that I'll be sharing what I've been reading each week every Sunday night here. Some weeks may be long like this week and other's short, but I hope you find some new stories and authors you're into 🖤

I'll try to organize these better / maybe categorize by content now that I know I'm doing this for sure for next week!

Steve Harrington / Steve Harrington x you Fics:

Fluff Request by @katsu28

Accidentally In Love by @manda-panda-monium

I'll put us back together again by @sanguineterrain

accidental kiss request by @stevebabey

"do you want to kiss?" request by @harringtonswriting

kisses before dinner request by @luveline

kissing practice with steve by @ddejavvu

I'm holding every breath for you by @schoopsahoy

When It Rains by @sweetsweetjellybean

Whip It by @schoopsahoy

Eddie Munson / Eddie Munson x you Fics:

One Last Night by @pastel-pillows

"thinking about eddie's fat..." by @usedtobecooler

Disjointed by @boomhauer

centerfold request by @corroded-hellfire

The Sheep by @newlips

Take It by @sweetsweetjellybean

Steddie / Steddie x you Fics:

Steddie x Babysitter!Reader by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint

Steddie series by @loveinhawkins