#werewolf Wayne Munson

[fandoms-in-law]

Werewolf Uncle Wayne au idea

Wayne is a werewolf and Eddie has known it since he moved in. He was turned as a boy and joined the army with the reasoning that being a werewolf would make his chances of surviving better. Now he makes sure to work the nightshift so that when he vanishes into the woods for full moon nights people don't question it. Either he's working, or he's staying up in order to keep the sleep schedule needed to work nights.

Even calling the police and reporting Chrissy's death, he's the first to find Eddie, the one who learns what Eddie saw first and starts trying to figure out what to do. They're both in the boathouse when Steve, Dustin Robin and Max get there to try and help and makes Eddie hide in case this is someone hunting his nephew down. Steve still gets threatened but now by Wayne who after deciding he's not out to hurt his boy starts demanding to know why he'd bring children to look for Eddie. That's what gets them talking about the Upside Down before learning anything about what happened to Chrissy, well that and the claws Wayne is just letting start to emerge to enhance his threat.

[weresilver]

Tar on a mound of snow

Sequel to day 1, Runaway, aka more werewolf Munsons. Or what's left of them :') Written for @eddiemonth, because I said I would so I will, don't mind me. It's Day 07 - Wayne + Warm (for once, I got another part of the prompt included. Small victories.)

Warnings: The death of Eddie's mom caused changes Eddie's overwhelmed by. Talk of parent death. (But this is mostly... comfort? An attempt at comfort? I dunno, it still feels pretty sad.)

Wordcount: 1859

Things had changed far too quickly. A group of hunters had invaded their pack home, and Eddie had to see his mom die — or, technically, get shot, but he wasn't stupid.

He was already a shifter and knew what silver did to their kind, and Eddie had no doubt that that bullet had been silver; things wouldn't have been this chaotic in the aftermath if it hadn't.

“You ready, kid?” Wayne asked, appearing at the door of his room in the pack house. His uncle had a saddened expression, his mouth pulling into a frown as he stood there, patiently waiting for Eddie to take one last look around.

It felt like his entire life had been packed away and put into the back of a moving truck, no trace of him remaining to ever tell anyone that a ten year old boy had lived here. The walls were bare and repainted, back to the white they had been when Eddie was first allowed to decorate his own room.

Eddie shrugged in response to his uncle's question; he wasn't ready, they were going to be in a car for hours, moving two states over, because his dad had sent them away.

Al Munson had explained it many times at this point, but all Eddie got from it was that he'd lost his mom and his dad was leaving.

At least, he was pretty sure Wayne had tried convincing his dad not to go anywhere.

“Come on, then,” Wayne urged him, not unkindly; the room probably looked depressing for everyone that was still around. With a warm hand on his shoulder and the other ruffling his hair, he led Eddie back to the room they were going to share on this last night before they left Tennessee altogether. “We gotta wake early tomorrow.”

—

Hawkins was… weird. There was something about the town that unsettled Wayne as well, so his uncle got in touch with a couple of local witches, to try and figure out what was so different about the town they moved into.

One of them lived in the trailer park, in the trailer closest to the woods; they were pretty much next door. Granny Ecker insisted on feeding them both, but at least Eddie made his first friend in town, Granny’s granddaughter Ronnie.

(Eddie didn't get to meet the Buckleys for a few years, but Wayne had said they were the ones to go to if he ever needed anything for silver wounds, so Eddie had made sure to know where he could find Melissa Buckley.)

—

Hawkins had a considerable amount of nature surrounding its borders, and Eddie assumed that had been why Wayne chose this tiny little town as their destination.

No one else from the pack had followed, though, so the runs he sometimes spent among cousins, and uncles, and aunts, and even his grandparents? It would become a run of two. Not a pack, not even close, but it was enough to settle the part of the young wolf that demanded family.

Wayne wasn't unaffected either. Wolves and werewolves, they were all social creatures. They lived with families, by blood and by choice, they led loud and happy lives, provided they could stick to their own and let their wolves loose for a bit.

But they'd lost that when the Beaumont-Flynn pack disbanded and everyone scattered. Eddie sometimes wondered what happened to the big house they all lived in on the edge of the Appalachian mountains, but most of the time, he tried not to think about everything they left behind.

Sometimes, trying to ignore it all worked. Other times, not so much. People would ask him about his parents, and Eddie would freeze, leaving Wayne to answer their questions and deal with the resulting awkwardness. It was a small town, though, and it didn't take long until no one else needed to ask them about Lauren and Alan Munson.

—

Eddie knew this would have counted as abnormal behavior for him. He didn’t really sulk or stomp around, no matter what his uncle said, but it was like every little thing was pressing in all around him. Too loud, too bright, with scents too strong. His skin felt too tight on his body, but somehow he felt stretched thin at the same time.

He was overwhelmed.

Eddie hadn't noticed September passing by, hadn't felt the need to shift, not with all he and Wayne'd had to do before they could move. But, well, he was feeling it now, after school on October 26. The day of the full moon, and three days before his birthday. The Harvest Moon passed by unnoticed, and his body was letting him know just how much skipping a full moon sucked.

And with that itch had come the realization that a month had already passed since their old house was attacked mid September.

He spotted Wayne's truck on the school parking lot almost as soon as he walked out, waving at Ronnie as she moved to the bike rack; she'd have gotten a ride with him and Wayne, but she had some club or another before going home.

"You okay, kid?" Wayne asked, frowning at the way Eddie was frowning at everything. "Something happen today?"

Eddie shook his head. "Jus' loud," he mumbled, throwing his head back against the cushion and closing his eyes. "Full moon."

Wayne hummed. He probably felt just as shitty as Eddie did, but he'd managed to call off work today, getting everything sorted for tonight. Eddie distantly wondered what went into "getting everything sorted out", since he usually just had to show up. Food, maybe, but Wayne had never been much of a cook, so he probably got their blankets out. Or whatever they managed to bring from the old house.

He ended up dozing on their way back to the trailer, and Wayne gently shook him by the shoulder to rouse him. The routine of it all helped a little; get home, have a snack, change out of school clothes, homework — or the portion of it the two could figure out and was more urgent tonight — help his uncle set up their bags for being outside until late at night.

But the electric whirring was still buzzing in the back of his head, seeming louder now that night was falling, and even Wayne's breathing was getting on his nerves today. Eddie hated it.

"At least you ain't a vampire," Wayne joked. "They get to hear people's heartbeats all the time."

That, Eddie thought, would drive him crazy really fast.

—

The run had been a short one. They didn't know Hawkins enough to really let go yet, to really run all they could, so they kept to the area they were sure surrounded the trailer park. Branching out and adventuring could come later, once the town didn't feel so unsettling and different to them.

On their way to the trailer, Eddie looked back into those woods, cataloging the ways it differed from the one back home; the plains in place of the old mountains, the animals... Hawkins wasn't that much smaller than his old town, but being the new kid sucked anyway.

It wasn't home. Not yet, and Eddie wasn't sure it would ever feel like home, but it was where he would be for the foreseeable future. He had Wayne, and he loved his uncle, but the joy of running with a full pack was incomparable, and two wolves didn't make a pack. But that was where they were, and they could only have each other, and the only thing Eddie could do was map these woods to the best of his ability. He could learn trails, how to keep away from people.

So he turned back around, ignoring his uncle’s calls as he circled the trailer park and its section of woods once more. It would take a long time to actually memorize how far the woods stretched, where the woods thinned to make way to roads and to the houses in the fancier part of town.

On the other hand, he knew he could learn scents, wouldn't have trouble memorizing those, or the shape of the trees they would run among for most of the time. He would be able to tell when something was wrong this time.

Eddie didn't know how long he took on this second lap of their corner of the woods, but Wayne was waiting for him just where they had separated. His uncle stood out against the trees, his coat of fur a lot lighter than his dad's — a mix of gray and white, aged when compared to his dad only beginning to gray last month.

Wayne made a questioning noise, poking at Eddie with his nose to ensure he was okay, unhurt, only stopping with the whine Eddie let out at his fussing. His uncle watched him carefully for a moment, time Eddie spent with his eyes closed, breathing fast because of more than just another lap of a run.

Eddie felt himself being lifted off of the ground and hugged. Wayne was warm, shielding him against the cold breeze as he ran a hand up and down his fur to try and calm his breathing down, but there was more in Eddie's mind than his breathing.

Wayne started walking, though Eddie wasn't sure where to. His uncle didn't demand Eddie shift back to human nor did he shift back himself, so he was comfortable simply resting against him and trying to mimic his much calmer breathing.

His uncle's meaningless grumbles, low in his throat, were the same Wayne would hum and sing while human; soothing. It was familiar. And Eddie thought they needed familiar right now, in some small town two states over from home.

He wanted to go back but he knew he couldn't. Even if they were to return, who would be there?

The whine escaped unbidden from Eddie's throat, one he knew he'd used to call for this mom however many moons ago it was that he'd fallen down a ravine.

He hadn't been hurt then, not really; scrapes healed overnight, for the most part.

But it did hurt now, with yet another realization that she was gone, dead, that his dad hadn't come with them, that he and his uncle were two strangers in a small town that seemed closely knit in everything.

Eddie only realized he'd been put down on the ground when Wayne, back on all fours, circled him before lying down, effectively blocking him in and forcing him to lie on top of his body.

It was like a drop of tar on top of a mound of snow, the way Eddie's own fur contrasted against Wayne's.

Time passed, uncounted, before Eddie eventually shifted back and started crying. For his mom, his dad. For Uncle Wayne. For changes he didn't know how to handle. For knowing that, most likely, he wouldn't see anyone from home in a long time, if ever again; when werewolves scattered, they spread far.

But Wayne was wrapping himself around him, keeping him warn. They had each other.

For now, that had to do.

[plasticcrotches]

Wayne Munson helping a wolf out of a bear trap, only for said wolf to start bringing him deer and rabbits and sometimes weirdly cash? And none of the raccoons have been digging round his trash like they usually do…

He gets a knock on the door one day and it’s his old buddy Jim Hopper with that Harrington kid standing sheepishly behind him, with his arm wrapped up in bandages and a long cut running through his brow. Hop cuffs the kid on the back of the head and then the boy is stepping forward and apologizing, then saying “thanks again, sir.”

It takes Wayne a few days to piece together that the boy is his wolf.

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober 4: Steve/Eddie & blood kink(/werewolf sex)

Rated E • Transmasc Eddie, werewolf Steve, crack treated not very seriously, period sex, blood

Whoops @fuctacles this happened ��

The week of his period has always been horrible for Eddie, he thought he’d be done with it after starting hormones and birth control but alas the universe apparently had to punish him for having thick luxurious hair or spectacular music taste.

That was, until he started dating Steve Harrington. You wouldn’t know it to look at him, but Steve was so thoughtful and loving, especially at that irritating time.

It didn’t hurt that he was a werewolf, and the blood and gore of it made his other persona go crazy.

Eddie screamed another climax around the huge slurping tongue. Claws dug into his hips as the creature between his thighs pulled him impossibly closer, sharp teeth sliding over his hyper sensitive clit.

He was ever thankful that Wayne worked nights, and somehow his irregular cycle matched up perfectly between full moons and his uncle’s schedule. Wayne was already suspicious of all the short brown hair around the trailer, and the awkward questions and looks from their neighbors. They had had to have several awkward conversations about the raw meat going missing from defrosting on the counter.

Eddie grasped at the handfuls of coarse hair between his legs, holding on for dear life as Steve apparently tried to achieve some kind of new record.

There was a low growl that vibrated through his belly, sending him spiraling again.

He may have blacked out. When he woke up, there was a guilty looking blood covered muzzle in his face, licking across his cheeks.

“I’m okay, you big lug. I think that may have been the one that broke the camel’s back.”

Steve tilted his head adorably, confused but his floppy ears came forward and up to show he was listening.

“Good puppy,” Eddie giggled.

After a quick shower and bedding change, they nestled into bed curled around each other.

They woke up the next morning to a note on the counter.

Clean out the damn shower drain again. And buy some candles or something, the place smells like wet dog

Steve groaned but Eddie pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.

Divider credit @/rosypotions

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So, i have begun writing again. (Crazy right?) and I've just got to say the small bit I wrote so far is making me want to chew on it (positively) for three hours straight.

snippet of bark at the moon:

During a ��regular” winter Steve Harrington never stuck around long enough to see the snow. His body was extremely sensitive. One singular goose bump and he was; in Benny's words, prematurely shifting.

Like Idk why "Prematurely shifting" has scratched my brain so much but it has so now you all have to read these words.

[ronanceautistic]

OKAY stay with me here - werewolf!Nancy au and Ednancy siblings au where she inherited the lycanthropy from the Munson’s but Eddie still died. Wayne becoming a lone wolf since Eddie died, wandering around the woods aimlessly until he comes across a scared, young wolf!nancy who doesn’t really seem to know what to do with herself. And maybe at first he doesn’t want anything to do with it, maybe thinks she lost her own family and a pack of wolves would show up any minute and get real territorial about it. But instead Nancy just starts following him around everywhere because she didn’t know there was other people out there like her. But in the end Wayne starts to like her company and realises how much he missed having a stupid energetic kid around to babysit lmao.

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Werewolf Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Soulmates Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Werewolf Mates, Possessive Steve Harrington, Protective Steve Harrington, Full Shift Werewolves, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Steve Harrington Takes Care of Eddie Munson, Brat Eddie Munson, Grinding, Possessive Sex, Marking, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Biting, Mating Bites, Failwolf Steve Harrington, Queer Wayne Munson, Wayne Munson's Sad Backstory, Original Character Death(s), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Wayne Munson whump, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart Series: Part 2 of You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town Summary:

So, basically, it’s not Wayne’s fault at all when the door to Eddie’s room creaks open and Steve’s dumb wolf hind brain is only aware enough to scream intruder threat protect, but it doesn’t really change the fact that Steve’s got him up against the wall by the throat with a clawed hand before he’s even realized that he’s done it all.

“Oh my fucking god, Steve! Don’t eat my fucking uncle, jesus h. christ, you lunatic —”

or

Steve Failwolf Harrington learns even more things about himself (and absolutely doesn't accidentally eat his boyfriend's uncle in the process).

[bewilderedbunny]

You rbed a post about monster boyfriends bringing home deer or something for you to eat and added tags about monster Eddie with a vegetarian gf and it just made me think, imagine werewolf!eddie coming home empty handed from hunting down food, his mouth stained and dripping red, but it’s berry juice from his attempt at foraging, and he accidentally ate the whole bunch he had gathered after tasting one to “make sure it was safe” bc it was so good. He feels sad and sheepish about coming home empty handed and you have to sooth him and bit and let him know it’s okay, there’s always next time.

PLEASE oh my god. The berry juice!!! He'd get a tummy ache from eating so many berries and beg you to rub it better 🥺 poor baby!

I also feel like now is a good time to mention, @breddiemunson and I have a HC that werewolf!Eddie carries around a piece of chocolate as a last resort, like a cyanide pill (since dogs can't eat chocolate) then one day he absentmindedly eats the chocolate and freaks out. He has everyone gather around his death bed and listen to him say his goodbyes. but he ends up fine 💀 he's just dramatic and werewolves stomachs are totally different than dogs.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[californiaboytoybilly]

Eddie Munson would like to think that years of hunting monsters had taught him to be incredibly aware of his surroundings.

Over those years, lots of things- both of the human and creepy-crawly variety- had tried to get the jump on him and they always either ended up unconscious, or dead.

However, he must have missed something this time.

Pointed fingertips dig into his throat as his back hit the wall hard, enough to feel the aftershock rattle through his bones. The breath was punched out of him in one smooth whoosh.

His eyes shot to his attacker as he tried to rapidly calculate how to get loose.

“Got you.” The man purred. For the briefest moment, he almost could have passed as human with his golden skin and blue eyes, impossibly big and gleaming in the dim alleyway.

Gleaming like a cat’s eyes.

Not human. Vampire. Fuck.

“I will rip your head from your fucking neck—“ Eddie snarled, kicking out with his loose leg. He might as well have kicked a bag of flour for all the good it did him.

“Oh, I’d really rather you didn’t. I’m pretty fond of his head, especially attached.” A second voice chimed in from the other side of the alleyway, earning a snort from the creature who had him trapped.

“You’d just miss my tongue, sweetheart.” He said without hesitating, lips curling into a grin. His sharp teeth glinted. Eddie felt his panic spike as the other figure started to come into focus. He tried to suck in a breath, the hand on his neck a little too tight.

After everything he’d survived— everything he’d done and learned— he was going to be some vampire couples fuckin’ Happy Meal while they flirted over his cooling corpse.

“Mm, maybe. Now come on, Bils. Stop playing with your food, I want to go home.” The other creature stepped free of the shadows at last, studying his nails like a bored trust fund baby.

No, not nails. Claws.

He was tall, athletic in build and covered in lean bands of muscle. A trail of thick, dark hair disappeared into cut off denim shorts, which in literally any situation where his life wasn’t at stake he might’ve been distracted by. His amber eyes were lazily trained on Eddie and the vampire ‘Bils’ and there was a dog collar- with tags- around his throat.

A werewolf? Eddie’s baffled eyes darted between the two. He’d never seen a vampire and a werewolf in the same space unless they were trying to rip each other into tiny, bloody shreds.

What the fuck?

At least he got to see something new as a send off. Very little surprised him in general anymore.

“But he’s feisty. That’s half the fun, Stevie.” The bloodsucker honest to god pouted as he looked back over his shoulder at his partner, who just sighed.

“I’ll do that thing you li-“ Wolfy started, raising an eyebrow.

“Done. Deal.” That only earned him a bark of laughter in response.

Eddie, who’d been slowly getting his arm closer to the sharp dagger hidden in the holster on his belt, suddenly had the vampire’s full attention back on him.

“It’s a waste though. He’s kind of pretty.” He said, venom-sweet breath washing over Eddie’s face as he leaned in. The other one crossed to where they stood. Eddie flinched as a warm hand skimmed over his shoulder and into his hair, claws leaving a tingling trail in their wake.

“He is…” Stevie agreed, starting to sound a little foggy. Eddie felt the tension drain from his body, against his will. As he felt the sharp scratch of fangs on his throat, he sent a quiet apology to Wayne. Those razor sharp teeth cut his skin like butter, making him yelp out in pain. As ripples of euphoria began to spread from his throat to the rest of his body, he heard one last thing come from the werewolves' mouth. "Maybe we can keep him, if you don't make a complete mess of him anyway." Eddie Munson- from hunter to prized show poodle, he thought sardonically as his brain started to swim. And that's when he lost the battle against unconsciousness.

[fandoms-in-law]

Into The Woods

A continuation or rather expansion of this au idea I had

Summary: Wayne Munson is a werewolf and his nephew is nowhere to be found when there's a dead girl in his trailer. No way is he letting his nephew stay out there alone when he can already hear people assuming he's the murderer.

Authors note: This spiralled and I have no clue if I'l continue it in the future or not but right now it's gone midnight, I'm tired and don't want to figure out anymore plot for it.

/\/\

Wayne didn't stick around for the reporters to come.

He knew the way the town looked at people from the trailer park, knew how they looked at his nephew and wasn't in any mood to leave Eddie out there with nothing while listening to police and reporters accusing Eddie of things he'd never do.

The police had barely even finished their questions when Wayne walked away, into the woods and started to follow his nose for any scent of Eddie that was strong enough to be fresh.

Part of him felt bad, knew that he'd jumped to some conclusion that could easily be wrong in spotting the similarity to those murders from so many years ago, but largely he just knew that whomever killed the girl in his home it wasn't Eddie and they were dangerous. Whether Creel had Eddie or his boy was on the run from more than just the town lighting pitchforks at the smallest connection, Wayne was going to be there to protect him.

It wasn't the first time his nephew had run away after being unfairly blamed for something, but Wayne knew this was the worst. He only hoped it wouldn't be like the first time it happened.

/\/\

Wayne had been late that day, had assumed Eddie was with the friends he'd soon form a band with.

He'd waited for a while before calling Gareth's house only to be told Eddie wasn't welcome and had smashed their garage up. Wayne had heard the arguments Gareth had been making in the background and grabbed his coat, ordering the woman to try listening to her son not her assumptions for once in her small minded life before hanging up and rushing out the door.

That time he'd gone on four legs, deciding there was no time to waste and he'd been right. He'd also been infuriated when at the sight of him his nephew's attackers had decided to abandon Eddie for the wolf to eat in their words.

He'd spent weeks after that taking his spare moments to find small insults to civility he could send anonymous notes to the attackers parents about. It wasn't enough of a punishment for them, but it had to do.

Eddie had collapsed into him that day, before Wayne even had the chance to take his human form again. He'd sobbed into his fur, apologising and claiming that he didn't know what he'd done. Neither of them did but Wayne realised that day that blame would always be put on the victims shoulders if they didn't have money or status.

/\/\

Wayne was thankful for the hundredth time that he had worked to get the strength and control he has over his form. Some werewolves struggle to use their heightened senses without transforming, new ones can barely control their transformations without the moon being out, but he'd worked through the years to gain as much control of his abilities and stills as possible.

And now that meant he didn't need to transform to go through the woods seeking his nephew's scent; that he could transform to move through the woods more easily but return to his human form to keep running as the scent got stronger, as well as more embedded in the location.

He hadn't been to Rick's place before but could guess that this was where he was now. Eddie had mentioned the man before as someone who'd give him a safe place to stay if needed.

He scratched at the door to the boat house, three times, pause then five, another pause and then the final five. Wayne knew that Eddie was in there, could hear the breathing and smell the familiar scent. He just hoped that Eddie wasn't so upset he missed or ignored their signal.

“Wayne!” The cry came and was immediately followed by what sounded like Eddie slapping a hand over his mouth at the noise.

A moment later the door opened and Eddie was there, tugging him through the door as if the wolf that was his uncle wouldn't hurt him even in the worst of his nightmares. A far far cry from the first time Wayne had explained being a werewolf to him.

/\/\

Eddie had been sent to live with Wayne a week before and for all he hadn't expected to even be a parent Wayne was resolute in doing the right thing for his nephew. That included being honest over who he was and setting rules and boundaries for when he was or had to transform.

Eddie had accepted the words. He'd immediately related it to Dungeons and Dragons and gone on to ask a bunch of questions based on the creatures in the game but Wayne had interrupted, saying he'd answer everything later.

Then he'd transformed and Eddie screamed. He ran as well as he could going backwards and Wayne remained still. This was the reaction he'd expected even if he'd been wrong originally thinking Eddie wouldn't believe him so he'd laid down, just watched and waited as Eddie got used to the fact that his uncle was a wolf and wasn't actually going to attack him.

“You're, you're still just looking after me. That's why you told me this now, right?” Eddie eventually said, had stepped forwards and sat down a few metres away.

Wayne had nodded then.

/\/\

Once inside the boathouse, Eddie didn't let go or move back from Wayne, just hung on him. “I hoped you'd find me. I – I didn't – I would never. I don't know what happened.”

Wayne twists to nuzzle into the side of Eddie's head where it's still buried in the fur on his back. He wouldn't transform while still being hugged so this was all the comfort he could offer for the moment.

The action seemed to make Eddie remember that too as he was soon released, Eddie curling up against the wall as Wayne became human again. “I know you couldn't do something like that, but who did?” He asked as soon as he could.

“Nobody. There was nobody else there. It was- It's weird and scary even for a family of a freak and a werewolf.” Eddie explained.

For a moment Wayne was silent, thinking over what was said and trusting that Eddie wouldn't make up lies in a situation like this. “Okay, I believe that, but what did you see? Maybe there was something you missed over how that happened.”

Either the trust or the change of approach in how he could think of the event made Eddie nod, closing his eyes and starting to explain.

/\/\

4 hours since Wayne managed to find his nephew and an entirely unbelievable story later and he was still certain that Eddie wasn't the one to commit the murder. He was questioning the drugs Eddie had in his supplies and trying not to say that when they both heard the car outside.

“You said Rick's doing time right?” Wayne checked, glancing around and pulling the tarp back on the boat even as Eddie nodded. “You hide under here. I'll see whoever that is off.”

Transforming wasn't likely to get Wayne answers over why anyone had come out here, but the calls for Eddie didn't seem angry, only concerned.

Then someone Wayne only recognised as a well built teen or young adult came through the door, others behind him, but Wayne focused on grabbing him and pinning him to the wall. “What do you want with Eddie?” He growled out, only realising as he spoke that the growl was more wolf than he'd intended.

“To help!” The boy gasped out, echoed by the people behind him.

“We're here to help. Just calm down, please. Are you his uncle? I'm Dustin. We're not here to hurt him. We just want to help.” The voice sounded young, too young to be even close to Eddie's age and that had Wayne stepping back. He wasn't going to threaten or hurt someone in front of a child, or two children as he saw when turning around, not without being provoked.

He glanced among the group from Dustin to the boy he'd pinned to the two girls, one close to the boy's age, the other to Dustin's. “Yes, I'm Eddie's Uncle. Wayne Munson. Why would 2 kids and 2 teens think they can help Eddie?”

“Because we've been dealing with insane and deadly shit since Will Byers went missing in 83. Max saw the lights messing up in your trailer last night and wondered if that's back again.” The older boy explained, rubbing his neck where Wayne's nails had cut him, sharpened into claws in preparation to fight and remaining so for now.

“What do the lights have to do with anything? It's the trailer park. Nobody's electric is completely stable.” He muttered, recognising the girl from the trailer across from theirs now and looking closer to the other pair to try and identify them. The older girl he had no recognition of, but the boy, well he might not have seen the boy before but with a face like that he could name the family. “Or are Harrington's so rich they think faulty electrics are the beginning of a horror film?”

Oddly that made Harrington snort. “I bet my mother would, but working minimum wage cause the bastard I call father says I have to pay the bills now leaves me more that accepting electric isn't the best. No the stuff always messes with lights. First time I encountered it I could follow a monsters progress by Christmas lights turning off enough to get out of the way before it burst through to attack. All of us hate flickering lights because we don't know when they'll mean something wants to kill us. Now is Eddie here? Can we have a clue if it is the same old Hawkins Horror or if this is some new world ending thing? All I've ruled out so far is the Russians.”

“I'm here.” Eddie called, muffled by the tarp and hitting it a few times. “Can someone check Wayne didn't like pin this down to keep me hidden.”

Dustin jumped back from where he had dumped his bag on the boat, hurrying to grab it and move the tarp to let Eddie out. “Thank Christ. What's going on?”

“I'll say if Steve'll share what else you guys have been dealing with.” Eddie tried to tease, glancing to Wayne for his support if he had to relive Chrissy's death again.

Dustin shrugged, “Demogorgan once, Demodogs next alongside mindflayer possession, then just fighting the mindflayer outright later. And he's already mentioned the Russians. What details beyond that do you need?”

“I need you to stop naming everything after your nerd game. Also he said Steve not Dustin.” Steve rolled his eyes, helping Eddie out of the boat and sitting down next to him on the floor. “Most of this all starts with that lab. They did experiments on like psychic powers or something, at least 11 cause they were testing kids. This girl escaped and she has superpowers.”

“Like ability to levitate a cheerleader to the ceiling and snap all her bones type superpowers?” Eddie asked, looking ready to bolt if that got dismissed.

Instead the four shared glances, slowly nodding. “El would never do that though and she lost her powers last year so far as we all know, moved away to California with the Byers for safety and peace away from Hawkins.” Max stated.

“But we don't know if there were other kids, or others that escaped, beyond Kali. And Kali according to El would never come back here, only creates illusions regardless.” Dustin continued.

“So we check in with her, ask if there were any other kids that could do this.” Robin suggested.

Wayne shook his head. Listening to these kids talk was making Creel's story from all those years back sound plausible, even if the man was vile. “How old is your supergirl? That lab has been open for decades, and I've seen similar deaths to Chrissy's in that time, just in the news though.”

Max blinked, raising her hand. “My age. What deaths?”

“The Creel's.”

/\/\

Steve and Wayne decided on Eddie staying in the Harrington house after they'd all finished talking about what they knew of whatever had killed Chrissy and the possibilities it could be connected back to the lab or the mirror Hawkins. He did hate calling it the upside down however, because what then do they call the normal world if they ever need to? The rightside up?

“Nancy!” Steve exclaimed on the way home. It was a squash in the car with 3 adults and 2 kids in the actual seats and Eddie hiding in the trunk, but it seemed like the best way to get everyone home without Wayne explaining he could run home almost as quickly as they could drive without getting pulled over.

Robin blinked at him before grinning, explaining to the rest, “We've got a reporter right there who will love the chance for a story. It's basically how she avoided the last two instances until the big fights because she focused on getting stories reported. If Wayne gets her to tell his story, to investigate the Creel's as fact checking for it then there's a reason to learn more.”

Dustin shook his head, “Pretty sure that wasn't what Steve meant. He's just got that crush back again and should probably go for it.”

“And You've forgotten Jonathan exists. It's not gonna happen.” Steve countered. “But Robin was right in what I meant. Can I drop you off at the Wheeler's and explain to her what's happening and why or you do that after I introduce you cause Dustin has a curfew.”

Wayne grunted before nodding. “I guess I can do that. Head to a hotel afterwards since I bet the trailer is still cordoned off as a crime scene.”

“Damn, I'm lucking out if I get to stay in a mansion and you're going to get by in some cheap hotel.” Eddie grinned, calmer now he'd got support and confirmation that he wasn't going insane.

The situation was terrifying to consider but Wayne was ready to be the responsible adult as much as he could in this bizarre situation. He was also definitely not going to any hotel, but rather transforming and guarding the Harrington house as a wolf all night. Just in case.

[weresilver]

I am humbling requesting Wayne for the wip weekend because I adore the munsons

Answering these out of order right now because. There is a set prompts I cannot write out of order, and Wayne is the next one!

Not actually taking new asks because I fell behind but this is where this is coming from

——

Hawkins had a considerable amount of nature surrounding its borders, and Eddie assumed that had been why Wayne chose this tiny little town as their destination.

No one else from the pack had followed, though, so the runs he sometimes spent among cousins, and uncles, and aunts, and even his grandparents? It would become a run of two. Not a pack, not even close, but it was enough to settle the part of the young wolf that demanded family.

Wayne wasn't unaffected either. Wolves and werewolves, they were all social creatures. They lived with families, by blood and by choice, they led loud and happy lives, provided they could stick to their own and let their wolves loose for a bit.

But they'd lost that when the Beaumont-Flynn pack disbanded and everyone scattered. Eddie sometimes wondered what happened to the big house they all lived in on the edge of the Appalachian mountains, but most of the time, he tried not to think about everything they left behind.

Sometimes, trying to ignore it all worked. Other times, not so much. People would ask him about his parents, and Eddie would freeze, leaving Wayne to answer their questions and deal with the resulting awkwardness. It was a small town, though, and it didn't take long until no one else needed to ask them about Lauren and Alan Munson.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Theme weekend: werewolf fics

Can you keep a secret? by Piratefishmama

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 110,980

Chapters: 17/?

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags:

set between s2 and s3 Werewolf!Steve Best dad Wayne Munson Wayne an Steve got JOKES Gay Eddie Munson closeted and unaware Steve Harrington soft hours in the club Slow Burn you WILL find outdated terminology in this fic which are now considered to be slurs Billy Hargrove Being Billy Hargrove it's set in the 80's shits different now CW: period typical offensive language and slurs

Summary:

It was definitely dog-like. Huge, furry, it had a snout like a wolf and paws but… like a mix between hands and paws, the pads on its fingers rough to the touch contrasting the impossibly soft texture of its fur covering its knuckles, its claws weren’t sharp, they were dulled, filed, and rounded off like a dog that’d been on many a walk on nothing but pavement, Eddie didn’t want to say werewolf but… It was absolutely a werewolf.

Why I'm reccing this: Eddie's internal monologue is so funny. Eddie navigating around Steve being "straight" and knowing he's queer (and that Wayne thinks they slept together) is both poignant and funny. And the slow burn is 100k slooooooooow. A+ burn.

Can you keep a secret? by Piratefishmama

@piratefishmama

Rating: Teens and Up

110,980 words, 17/? chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: set between s2 and s3, Werewolf!Steve, Best dad Wayne Munson, Wayne an Steve got JOKES, Gay Eddie Munson, closeted and unaware Steve Harrington, soft hours in the club, Slow Burn, you WILL find outdated terminology in this fic which are now considered to be slurs, Billy Hargrove Being Billy Hargrove, it's set in the 80's shits different now, CW: period typical offensive language and slurs

Summary:

It was definitely dog-like. Huge, furry, it had a snout like a wolf and paws but… like a mix between hands and paws, the pads on its fingers rough to the touch contrasting the impossibly soft texture of its fur covering its knuckles, its claws weren’t sharp, they were dulled, filed, and rounded off like a dog that’d been on many a walk on nothing but pavement, Eddie didn’t want to say werewolf but… It was absolutely a werewolf.

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[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 17: This One's For You

Word Count: 541/Rating: T/Pairing: None/CW: I cried writing this, canon-compliant, breaking the fourth wall/Tags: Eddie Munson, love letter, fanfic writers

Divider credit to @silkholland

Hey. It’s me.

C’mon…don’t be coy. You know who I am. You’ve been with me for days, weeks, months, years. I’m your rockstar, your mechanic, your dad’s best friend, your best friend’s dad. I’m a vampire, a werewolf, an ordinary guy from small-town Indiana. I’m a virgin, a sex god, a daydream, a nightmare.

I’m Eddie Munson.

Ironically, I started on a page, just some dialogue and vague gestures. A drug dealing freak with his wild curls, a love of heavy metal, and a penchant for creating sadistic D&D campaigns who somehow got dragged into a government-sponsored alternate dimension–as if one Hawkins wasn’t bad enough. But when my story was supposed to end, a chapter quietly closed amongst a sea of loss, you had just begun to pick up the pen.

Suddenly, I found myself thrust from death back into life. So many lives, as a matter of fact. Lives I never even imagined living during my long, lonely nights in the trailer park. 

From the safe haven of your hearts, I watch as you weave tales where I fall in love and achieve my wildest dreams. I cocoon myself in a light that you’ve turned on as you let me succeed, fail, and learn from my mistakes. Where I’m untethered from the judgment I’ve faced my whole life, finally free to be myself.

Some parts change: my profession, my age, my location, my sexuality, even my middle name. Other parts remain constant: my gratitude for my uncle Wayne, my love of pretzels (you eat a snack one time…), my kickass guitar playing skills. I never have to choose, because every opportunity is finally within my grasp. 

I thought it was all over on that fateful March evening. As I laid on the ground and took my final breaths, all I could think about was how I wouldn’t be able to look after my little sheep. Jeff, Grant, and Gareth would be without their lead guitarist. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas would be without their Dungeon Master. How could I leave them like this?

But then I saw it. I saw you all, a herd of lost little sheep that became shepherds. You tended to your flocks by unspooling stories. Stories that began as a whisper in your ear but found immortality because of the life and love you breathed into them. Just as I pored over song lyrics and meticulously planned campaigns, you write your stories. You write my story. My existence was never futile because it brought you all to each other.

And I’ve come to realize this: there is life after death. That cheesy saying about not truly dying until the last time someone says your name? I never understood it until I saw my name written millions of times, across one thousand universes. 

Now, my uncle may have raised a drug dealing, Satan-worshiping freak, but he also raised a gentleman. I know how to say thank you. And since I have a lot of time on my hands in the afterlife, I figured I’d learn your favorite song. All you have to do is close your gorgeous eyes and imagine my voice, just as you do when you write me. 

You ready, Sweetheart? This one’s for you. 

--

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Wayne Munson, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper Additional Tags: Werewolf Steve Harrington, Monster Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington goes missing, Modern AU, steve harrington deserves a hug, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson feeds every animal he sees, Wayne Munson does not aprove, Wayne Munson is a Sweetheart, Gay Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe, Top Eddie Munson, Switch Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Platonic Relationships, Eventual Smut, Robin Buckley Has a Crush on Chrissy Cunningham, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Dustin Henderson is the Best, Maxine "Max" Mayfield Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington's King Steve Persona, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Mechanic Wayne Munson, Mentions of drugs, Sick Steve Harrington, Hurt/Comfort, Some Fluff, Some Humor, Good Parent Wayne Munson, LGBTQ Ally Wayne Munson, Is it obvious Im new to Ao3 Summary:

Hawkins, Indiana is thrown into a panic when High-school prince, Steve Harrington goes missing. With no trace of what happened to him and no hope that he'll ever be found, he suddenly reappears naked in a snow bank. One Eddie Munson may or may not be curious as to what happened all while trying to figure out what is wrong with the white female wolf near his trailer, who by the way saved his life.

~ ~ ~

Now Eddie wasn't much for gossip, nor was he a fan of trains. What he was very into though was conspiracies. Was JFK really assassinated? Or was the CIA trying to cover up their asses for the Bay of Pigs situation? Questions like those intrigued him in ways that thousand-piece puzzles didn't. As conspiracies could be interpreted in any way you wanted them to, unlike puzzles that were made to create only one understanding and one understanding only. The process of getting to the finished product always the same for each puzzle. Which is how he found himself infatuated with the disappearance of one senior high king, who now would be a super senior high king. Forced to repeat the year that he had missed, along with Eddie who had been there the entire year but just flunked all of his classes.

[werepuppy-steve]

february fic rec

a monthly fic rec series where i try to read every fic on my tbr

<- january -> march ▸ more fic recs ▸ my ao3

steve has nightmares - M, 2.3k, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, panic attacks, 54321 grounding method

It’s not like the nightmares are, y’know: something new. What’s new is the way he wakes up from them. It’s still a gasping thing, with his heart shot up past the base of his throat more near his tonsils or some shit, somewhere he can almost taste it like metal and the sour tang of fear as it rattles and shakes and pounds, like his chest’s caving in on itself and that’s all normal, that’s all stuff he knows and— “-ve you,” but now there’s a sound on the periphery of his awareness, sneaking in the almost-nonexistent space between his hammering pulse but he grabs for it, because something in him knows it’s important: the most important. He follows it in between the beating, risks getting crushed if he fails here, too, and— “Love you,” Steve hears more clearly, all of a sudden, and he feels hands on him, running smooth and swift courses up and down his arms; then he also feels lips, he can feel the words as motion against his body almost more than he can pick out the sound: “love you, love you, love you,” and now he knows it, now that his vision clears as it adjusts to the darkness and he sees him: Eddie. - Or: Steve has nightmares. Eddie talks him through.

Stolen - T, 2.7k, complete @penny00dreadful

tags: secret relationship, hospital heist, protective steve harrington

When Steve arrives back at Eddie's hospital room, only to be met by a doctor telling him that Eddie had suddenly died within the last ten minutes, Steve finds that very hard to believe. OR Steve steals Eddie back.

eternity - T, 2k, complete @oh-stars

tags: love confessions, fluff

“I need to come over tonight,” he whispers to Robin. “Eddie wants to talk.”  “Oh,” Robin says, cupping the back of Steve’s head briefly. “I’ll have all your favorites ready for you when you get to my house.”  Steve doesn’t have to say anything or force a smile. She gets it.

Love Is What Makes You Brave - G, 3.1k, complete @penny00dreadful

tags: break-up/make-up, getting back together, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort

Should he be here? No. Was he going to continue to be here for as long as he could take it? Hell yeah. OR Eddie found out Steve is getting married. And now he's idling in the church car park.

Safe Haven - M, 2/2, complete @sidekick-hero

tags: werewolf steve, hurt/comfort, getting together

Eddie finds a hurt wolf in the woods and takes him home. He has no idea that there is more to this particular wolf than it seems.

In Sickness and Health - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, older steddie, hurt/comfort, discussions of seizures

Eddie has learned to revel in quiet afternoons, even when he’s alone. The way the sunshine bathes the apartment’s living room carpet—his and Steve’s apartment. Their cat, Poncho, settled heavy and warm in his lap. A chilled glass of southern iced tea and a plate of crackers and sliced cheese. The television volume on low. Book open and set on the arm of the couch. It’s good, the quiet. Yet, it breaks the moment the front door opens. He didn’t hear Steve stick his key in the lock. But he definitely hears his annoyed groans and huffs. The slam of the door, most likely shut with his hip. A muffled, “Damnit”, when he drops his keyring on the floor.

City of Stars (Are You Shining Just For Me?) - T, complete @steviewashere

tags: coming out, love confessions, hurt/comfort

Steve and Eddie’s hang outs tend to land them on their asses at one another’s houses. But tonight, the sky is clear and the moon is out and everything seems to be painted by the soft glow of stars. Because Steve’s parents are home. And Wayne’s got the day off, so he’s asleep early in the living room at the Munson’s. Neither of that will stop them, though. Steve picks Eddie up thirty minutes before the sun has to set, a little Melvald’s bag in the backseat filled with food and a soft throw blanket.

Perfect Timing - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, future fic

It’s funny, Steve thinks, that he knows the way in which Eddie’s emotions express when he comes through the front door of their shared space. They began renting an apartment in Chicago just a year or so after getting together. Tail end of 1986 meant sharing a bed and house by August of 1987. And it’s theirs. Filled with miscellaneous clutter—a bookshelf brimmed with books, coffee table layered with Sports Illustrated and Heavy Metal magazines, dice and keys and Topps baseball cards, and picture frames they dust and drawings from Eddie’s sketchbooks and ‘failed’ art projects of Steve’s that Eddie thought were masterpieces. Point is, they’ve made it their home. And they started their lives with a breath of fresh air. And now it’s 1995, depending on one another’s reactions, this all may just crumble at their feet.

feel the bigger thing - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, married steddie, domestic fluff, rockstar eddie

“We don’t need a second house,” Steve points out, smooshed against Eddie’s sternum. “We can get the pool,” Eddie added with the audible equivalent of his brow-wiggle and okay, fine, that’s a good point, because Steve may not have really used the one at his parents’ after, well, everything, but he…does kinda miss having one. Now that the memories are distant enough in both time and miles that he doesn’t see standing water deeper than four feet and start fucking hyperventilating anymore. So…yeah. Compelling argument regarding a pool.

fever - E, 3.8k, complete @maxinemaxmayfield

tags: transmasc eddie, first time, virgin eddie, strap-ons, top eddie, bottom steve

“Shit,” Eddie groans, teeth pressing into his bottom lip. His hips buck up, and his imagination runs away with that, thinking about Steve, balancing over Eddie’s hips, riding him as hard and fast as he can manage, delicious thighs shaking while Eddie thrusts up into him.  God, he wants it more than anything. There’s just one problem.  Eddie currently lacks the, uh… Equipment.

so glad i found you - T, 1.4k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: established relationship, steddie dads, modern au

Eddie blinked at Steve, lips parted as he tried to remember how to breathe. He’d been with Steve for just over a year, and while he didn’t technically live with them, he spent more time at their apartment than his own. He was on Sarah’s emergency pick-up list, took her with him to run errands when Steve had to work late, bought her things when the budget allowed just because he wanted to, and would read to her most nights that he stayed over. In many ways, he was her dad.

An Extra Hand - E, 5.2k, complete proprioception

tags: blow jobs, dick piercings, smoke buddies, steve being a slut for eddie's dick

"You have a dick piercing?" Steve finally sputters. "Oh," Eddie says. "Yeah." Steve thinks he recovers pretty quickly from that. (That's the only thing he has going for him in Hawkins: he gets back up.)

take the call - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: established relationship, married steddie, rockstar eddie, future fic

“Eddie?” He rolls his eyes kinda automatically, kinda thoughtlessly at the cut of the audio track to let the mic system override from outside the booth. “Okay, so, like, don’t freak out.” “This lady called, and she said she found Lainie’s card inside the case of a phone she picked up,” and okay, okay, that’s…that’s random but maybe it’s about their assistance manger, who just got her contract confirmed and got fancy new business cards for it and has been handing them out to everybody she sees, even gave Eddie extras to pass on to Steve, maybe he can share them at the school as if anyone at even a hoity-toity private 6-through-12 school would have a reason for a card from a record label but she’s excited, and Eddie’s excited for her, and Steve loves the people Eddie works with, and not just because they’re attached to Eddie and he loves the things that come with Eddie as a given—but that’s also true, and always has been, but— “She found the phone at a car crash?” So: the more-to-it. The thing his body already knew. Eddie…Eddie doesn’t even need to know what comes next to know he cannot fucking breathe.

Angel - E, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, insecurities, handjobs

His eyes track different spots in the room. The lines on the wall. Bowling pin. Car picture. Dresser with the drawers haphazardly still open. Eddie saunters over and gently closes them, even stops by Steve’s hamper and picks up the other thrown down clothes. And then he notices it out of the corner of his eye, Steve’s full length mirror. It breaks his heart. The sheet covering what would be his reflection. And on the top right corner? A little sticky note, reading: You’ll hate what you see. Everybody does. Don’t remove. 

Dream Come True - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: married steddie, future fic, steddie dads

He may have got the quiet life. And Eddie may have lived out his simple dream. He’d been a rockstar for a little bit in the late nineties and early two-thousands, retiring before they got married. But…Steve hasn’t lived his dream. Eddie hates that he thinks it’s being held back from him. Eddie’s determined to heal that hurt inside him.

Have You Done Your Homework? - E, 7/7, complete SameShipDifferentFont

tags: first time bottoming, daddy kink, bottom steve, virgin steve, sex toys

“I…I want to.” Steve admitted. “You want to?” “I-Yeah, I do, I just…I don’t know how.” he flushed furiously, snatching his hand away to rest at Eddie’s open inner thigh. Eddie caught his ducking head before he could hide against his shoulder, smiling softly as Steve met his eyes in embarrassment, but Eddie looked mischievous. “Just treat it like a pussy, baby, can’t go far wrong.” Or...Famous ladies man, Steve Harrington, is reduced to a blushing virgin when it comes to sex with Eddie. He struggles with the anxiety of trying something new, but Eddie is patient, and gives him...assignments. Steve explores his own body, learns what he likes, ways he can please Eddie, until he can attempt his main goal...giving his virginity to Eddie Munson. If he has the nerve to go through with it.

Honey and Tea. - E, 5.7k, complete daggerandrosie

tags: omegaverse, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, omega steve, alpha eddie

It was all just a innocent silly joke, nothing much, Steve just wanted a good easy laugh. It was late, dark and silent at the trailer park, no one in sight and Eddie's nightstand light was on. Steve would just pop he's head up the window and, hopefully, scare the shit out of his friend. But he's the one that ended up being spooked. Maybe you shouldn't be peeping through people's privacy after dark.

fallen king - T, complete @sp0o0kylights

tags: post s2, pre steddie, eddie munson's tabletop sermons, valentines day

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done.  With his so called friends, with  the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything.  He was over it.  If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it.  (If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.)  “This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it. 

soothed - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: injury, hurt/comfort, pre steddie, protective steve

Steve moves to drag Eddie inside, but drops his hands when Eddie flinches away, nearly stumbling down to the concrete. He lets go of his elbows, which are now decorated with fine small crescents, and shields himself. There’s a couple smaller, red bruises decorating his wrists. As if somebody grabbed him. Steve fumes at the sight. “Eddie,” Steve breathes, ���why don’t you come inside?” He steps away from the door, letting it sit open and waiting. On shuffled, hesitant feet, Eddie comes in. His eyes dart around the room before they land back on Steve. Immediately, some of the tension and fear in his big brown eyes falls away. Instead, a layer of relief and gratitude seems to fill him. Enough that his eyes brim with tears. “Oh, Eds,” Steve can only coo.

pretty pets once were wild - E, 5k, complete kravioli

tags: werewolf steve, vampire eddie, monsterfucking, sub top steve, dom bottom eddie, puppy play, breeding kink

The annual Munson ball has been a celebration of all monsterkind living in Hawkins for nearly 600 years. When Steve is dragged along to this year’s celebration during the full moon, he gets a lot more than he signed up for. or werewolf!steve and vampire!eddie’s mating

i'm keeping you in sight - T, 2.2k, complete teiresias

tags: fluff, pining, taller eddie, getting together

When there’s no immediate reply, he pauses for a moment, seemingly taking in the situation. “D’you want help with that, Stevie?” -- Eddie has the gall to get taller.

The Boy Who Swallowed a Star - M, 9.9k, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: howl's moving castle au, getting together, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, platonic stobin, robin as calcifer (bc that deserves its own tag)

The Wizard Munson is supposed to inspire fear and awe. A trickster, a devil, a power unmatched. Blah blah blah; Steve only sees the gangly boy who almost fell off the roof of the Harrington’s tailoring shop, trying and failing to be stealthy and mysterious when Steve was not yet ten—so where whispers follow down alleyways about the dreaded terrors of the Wizard? Steve really just sees the goofball. His Eddie. “Come with me, Stevie,” Eddie doesn’t even pause for pleading, dives right in and begs him as if Steve needs convincing; "if nothing else, come with me so I know you’re safe, so I can do what needs doing without splitting half of me always just worrying. Save me from scrying out endlessly, to make sure you’re okay.” Steve’s heart thumps painful, pathetic: pure and unvarnished in a way he thinks is only possible when Eddie’s nearby. Only possible for Eddie, at all. Which means the answer’s wholly obvious—the war’s getting worse, this is his Eddie—only one response was ever really on the table: “Alright.”

crawl home to you - E, 5.2k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: temporary character death, kas eddie, vampire eddie, soulmates, getting together, blood drinking

Steve should never have kissed him. He knew that now. While Eddie was dying, bleeding out on the ground of their version of Hell, the only thing Steve felt he could do to help him was kiss him. It was quick, just a peck on the lips, lingering only for a moment. Their eyes never even closed. Steve wanted to take in every remaining moment that Eddie had. There was nothing else he could do, just hold him, try to whisper comfort that may not have even been heard.

it's not ever what it looks like - M, 3.2k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: modern au, rockstar eddie, established relationship, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, implied/suspected cheating (nobody is actually cheating on anybody don't worry)

There was a picture of Eddie standing with his arm around some guy who was taller than him, both of them laughing, looking at each other like…well. Steve knew that look because it’d only ever been pointed at him, but now he was seeing it pointed at just some guy. The headline read EDDIE MUNSON GIVING UP HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART FOR SUPERMODEL SUPERSTAR?

Feels Good (Oh To Be Alone With You) - E, 1.3k, complete @theheadlessphilosopher | th3d3adboy

tags: transmasc eddie, cock warming, light dom/sub, cunnilingus, handjobs

Steve had never felt the way he did when he and Eddie were together. He'd always considered himself a pretty experienced guy, sexually speaking, but with Eddie things were different.

if devotion is a river, then i'm floating away - E, 6.4k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: post-s4, getting together, drummer steve, corroded coffin, semi-public sex

“So when you said someone was paying you to get lessons for the past six months, you weren't talking about some middle schooler interested in doing marching band?” Eddie asks, slamming the fridge door harder than necessary. Sorry, Gareth’s mom. “Nope,” Gareth says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “You’re pure evil,” he says. “Why is Gareth evil and why is Steve Harrington in the garage?” Jeff asks, coming into the kitchen. or, Eddie has feelings about Steve filling in as their drummer

i'm a man (without conviction) - T, 2.1k, complete lateralparallel

tags: hopper pov, established steddie, protective hopper, character study, eddie antagonizes hopper on purpose

Steve Harrington is not his kid. Hopper already has three, and he’s not looking to add any more. He’s sure of this fact about ninety nine percent of the time, the remaining one percent being when he’s faced by Harrington’s big, clear eyes and his perpetually quivering laugh. Hopper is not a great dad. He knows this, and he knows he should remember this, but Steve Harrington has a way of making him think highly of himself in the paternal department.

Drunk Dialing - E, series, WIP FinalMoondragon

tags: drunk bootycall, phone sex, light dom/sub, bratty steve, semi-public masturbation

Steve was drunk. Very drunk. He knew it. Robin definitely knew it. That’s why she was sitting on his back, pinning him to the floor, trying to pry his hands out from under his body. Her pajama pants were bunched up around her knees, her sock clad foot near his face. “Steve! Give-It-To-Me!” she said through gritted teeth. Or: Steve Harrington has a brilliant idea and Robin fails at stopping him.

cassette tapes and ticket stubs. - M, 5.2k, complete @thefreakandthehair | througheden

tags: modern au, mutual pining, fluff, coffee shops, record stores, baseball fan steve, getting together, accidental dates

“Well, you said you’re 90% sure you’re getting stood up. And I’m 100% sure that I’ve already been stood up. I know baseball isn’t really your thing but,” Steve wiggles the tickets between his fingers. “Road-rip?” “One condition,” Eddie says, pursing his lips. “I’m giving you a free ticket and day in Chicago but sure, let’s negotiate,” Steve teases. Grabbing his empty cup, Steve follows his lead as he tosses it in the trash. Eddie spins back around, heart clattering in his chest as he comes almost literally face to face with Steve who’s close enough that Eddie can smell the cologne he’d dabbed on for his date. Warm, spicy, Steve’s signature scent. Eddie hates that he knows that. When he finds his tongue again, he shakes his head and smiles, signing his own fucking death warrant for the day. “If we’re doing your date, we’ve gotta do mine, too.” Or, Eddie and Steve are set up on blind dates by Robin and Chrissy. They both get stood up. Or, do they?

wednesdays - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: rockstar eddie, pining, fluff, getting together

Steve stops in his tracks, all thoughts gone from his head as he does a double take at the magazine rack near the checkout. And yeah, he knows that Corroded Coffin is popular. Hell, he’s seen Eddie’s face on the same rack at least five times before. But never like this. The picture on the front page is taken at a lower angle, with Eddie clad in leather pants and a tight mesh black shirt that might be a crop top, but Steve can’t tell with the way Eddie’s guitar is covering his midriff, hands flying over the frets, showing off silver rings glimmering under the stage lights including the one that Steve helped Dustin pick out for him as a celebratory gift. But as Steve’s eyes trace over Eddie’s bare arms and the stark black tattoos, he’s led to wild curls perfectly framing Eddie’s face which stares down at the cords, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape and eyebrows knitted together in concentration in a way that makes Steve feel weak in the knees. And Steve’s suddenly hit with the question: Why didn’t anyone tell him that Eddie was hot???

to die by your side (is such a heavenly way to die) - T, complete @hitlikehammers

tags: limbo/near death experiences, light angst, they're in el's mind palace, getting together, fluff, happy ending

“Oh fuck, not you, too.” Steve looks up—when did he sit down, he doesn’t remember sitting down, he doesn’t remember how even got here, and hey, actually, where is here— “What?” Steve looks toward the voice; familiar. See the wreath of curls around a pale face. “This is death, right?” Eddie’s crossing over to him, crouching just beside; “I’m dead, like, I am very sure I’m dead, but you’re here, so—“ “I don’t,” Steve breathes in sharp—tries to get his bearings, tries to see but it’s just black in every direction, his lungs feel like they’re halved in size all of sudden, everything feels tight and painful and hard like inhaling isn’t something guaranteed, and his heartbeat feels like it’s dragging the carcass of something with it when it pumps, laborious and— He’s is breathing, though, even if it’s kinda half-assed; he’s got a heartbeat, even if it feels like it’s about to fucking give out. That doesn’t…that doesn’t sound like death.

if devotion is a river, then i'm floating away - E, 6.4k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: drummer steve, post-s4, corroded coffin, getting together, handjobs, blowjobs

“So when you said someone was paying you to get lessons for the past six months, you weren't talking about some middle schooler interested in doing marching band?” Eddie asks, slamming the fridge door harder than necessary. Sorry, Gareth’s mom. “Nope,” Gareth says, popping the ‘p’ sound. “You’re pure evil,” he says. “Why is Gareth evil and why is Steve Harrington in the garage?” Jeff asks, coming into the kitchen. or, Eddie has feelings about Steve filling in as their drummer

Tearing the Buttons Right off Your Dress - E, 5k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: babygirl steve, roleplay, steve in panties and lingerie, established relationship

After spending the day celebrating with friends, Steve has one final birthday gift for Eddie Eddie's pretty sure this just became his favorite birthday ever