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[xgumiho]

May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays 🗡️

Some Kas!Eddie to celebrate International Bat Appreciation Day | For @batboysxprompts Bat to the Bone event 🦇

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[desiccatedwithering]

WIP: bat!Eddie

Happy International Bat Appreciation Day! Figured I might as well use @batboysxprompts's Bat to the Bone event as an excuse to post a 1k snippet of my post-s4 bat!Eddie WIP (unbeta'd so ignore any mistakes) 🦇

“Ok,” Steve says, dragging the word out, hands raised to show that he’s unarmed. “How did you get into my house? And where did you come from? Did you, like, escape from a zoo? Should I be calling animal control?”

Eddie lets out an annoyed screech, and Steve jumps.

“...You don’t have rabies, do you?” he asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

Eddie grumbles and shakes his head, giving Steve a look that hopefully comes across as offended.

Steve drags his hand through his hair and mutters, “I’m going insane. There’s no way a bat just shook its head in response to my question. Maybe this is a hallucination. Weird fucking Vecna vision, though…”

Ok. Steve clearly isn’t going to guess the truth on his own. (Which is fair, honestly, because even after getting a crash course in the craziness of the past few years, Eddie doubts that he’d believe that a bat that randomly showed up in his house could actually be a person. It’s still extremely inconvenient, though.)

He wracks his brain, trying to think of some way to communicate with Steve when he can’t actually talk to him, and— Oh. He’s kind of an idiot, isn’t he?

He starts squeaking. Short short shot, long long long, short short short. Pause. Repeat.

Steve squints up at him. “Am I actually going insane, or are you squeaking at me in morse code?”

Eddie nods so furiously his whole body bobs up and down with it, letting out a high, fast chitter. Yes yes yes yes yes!

“Do SOS again,” Steve orders, still staring.

Eddie does.

Steve literally falls to the floor. He doesn’t seem to even notice, just sits sprawled on the carpet, eyes fixed unblinking on Eddie. “Holy shit. Ok. Uh, I don’t know any other morse code, so uh, gonna have to stick with yes or no questions for now.”

Thank fuck, since Eddie hadn’t really considered what might’ve happened if Steve had learned morse code or picked up a guide in… however long Eddie was out of commission for.

“Starting off with a stupid question: You can understand everything I say, right?”

There’s a brief pause where they both stare at each other expectantly.

Hey, big boy, you gonna tell me what I should do for yes and no? He gives Steve a pointed look then squeaks another SOS.

Steve blushes and smiles sheepishly. “Shit, yeah, sorry about that. Um. One squeak for ‘yes,’ two for ‘no,’ three for ‘I don’t know,’ and four for ‘Too complicated for a yes or no.’ Sound good?”

Eddie squeaks once. Honestly, that’s surprisingly thorough.

Steve lets out a sudden, hysterical burst of laughter, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is my life. This is crazy,” he breathes. Then he looks up at Eddie again and says, louder, “I have it on good authority that I always ask dumb questions, so don’t judge me too much. Are you a normal bat that somehow gained the ability to understand English?”

No.

“Are you… from around here?”

Yes, Eddie squeaks. Then, corrects, No. Then, shaking his head in frustration, It’s too complicated for a yes or no.

“Huh,” Steve says, squinting again. “So that sounded like yes and no?”

Yes.

“Alright… Were you born around here?”

Yes.

“But you’re not from here.”

That’s not a question, but Eddie still squeaks that it’s too complicated.

Steve adjusts so he’s sitting criss-cross applesauce, drumming his fingers against his knees. “Fuck, do we have to switch to charades or something? I don’t—”

Yes! Eddie squeaks because oh Steve is a genius. Eddie’s literally a bat right now. He was made for this.

He leaps off the chandelier—falls, really, since he’d just been awkwardly holding on with his thumbs, wings wrapped around it—and takes to the air. Sure, he’s never done this before, but hopefully it’s as instinctual as flying was. He makes a wide arc, aiming for the chandelier again. At the last second, he tucks in one wing. The shift in his center of gravity makes his stomach swoop for a moment, before his feet hit the metal and latch on. Then he’s staring at Steve’s baffled face upside down. He spreads his wings wide, shaking them a little in a sort of Ta da! gesture.

Yes, he squeaks again, for good measure, wrapping his wings around himself in a very bizarre self-hug.

He’s got bat ears now, so he doesn’t have any trouble picking up Steve’s mumbled, “Yes to charades…” His head snaps up, eyes wide. He points at Eddie. “You flipped upside down after agreeing to charades.”

Yes.

“You know about the Upside Down?”

Yes!

“Just to make sure we’re on the same page: like, the Upside Down, which is what we call an alternate dimension filled with monsters.”

Eddie’s not sure if his eye roll gets across or if it’s the exasperated tone of his answering Yes, but Steve also rolls his eyes in response.

“Jeez, sorry for trying to get clarification from the enormous bat that appeared in my house and started communicating with me in morse code.”

Eddie’s ears droop in a hopefully apologetic looking expression, and he lets out a low chitter.

“Don���t worry about it. I get it’s probably frustrating that you’re talking to me rather than someone smarter.” Before Eddie can even think of a way to push back on that, Steve’s moving on: “Ok, so you were born here, but you’re from the Upside Down? Is that what you were trying to say before?”

Yes! Eddie squeaks, hoping that if it seems enthusiastic enough, Steve will realize that he’s doing an incredible job with this. Someone else probably would have called animal control, or wouldn’t be able to figure out Eddie’s mixed messages and ask the right follow up questions.

“Now, when you say you were born here, is that, like, here as in Hawkins or this planet or—? Shit, sorry. Were you born around Hawkins?”

Yes.

“Did you… live in Hawkins before being in the Upside Down?”

Yes.

“Have you always been a bat?”

No.

“Were you a person?”

Oh, Eddie could kiss him. He barely stops himself from dropping from the chandelier to curl up in Steve’s lap, and that’s only because he thinks Steve might have some trauma-based unpleasant reactions to a bat shaped creature suddenly diving at him.

Yes.

Steve takes a deep breath, voice wavering just a bit as he asks, “Did I know you when you were a person?”

Yes!

This whole time, Steve’s been curling into himself more and more, knees tucked to his chest, arm wrapped around his shins, hands clutching his sleeves with white knuckles. He’s balled up smaller than Eddie’s ever seen him. Looking terrified in a way he didn’t when facing down actual monsters and the literal end of the world. He looks like Eddie’s next answer has the potential to shatter him completely.

“…Eddie?” he whispers.

Yes! Eddie squeaks, loud enough that Steve jumps. He wants to repeat it, wants to say it over and over because honestly he never really imagined that someone would figure it out, let alone with a single conversation—but that’d be confusing, so he settles for a high pitched trill to convey his excitement.

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[medusapelagia]

Day 30 Werewolves/bones

Written for the prompt from @batboysxprompts

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: animal death, mention of injuries, werewolf Steve Harrington Word Count: 816

The fresh air is the first thing that he feels.

He puts a hand on the ground, feeling the pine cone and the leaves crunch under his weight.

“Fuck!”

He had done it again: he had freed himself from his own chains and ended up in the middle of the woods, naked.

Someone is laughing from a safe distance.

“Are you back with me, big boy?”

Eddie.

Steve turns abruptly, trying to use his advanced senses to smell blood, or pain, or…

“Stop it, you know I’m fine.”

Steve wrinkles his nose, his eyes pinned on the metalhead a few feet away. Eddie is too far but he still sees them, the two big scars made by claws on Eddie’s chest, the ones he made.

Eddie gets closer, he has clothes in his hands that smell of sandalwood and marjiuana.

“I hope you like Judas Priest.” He tells him with a grin.

Steve is totally naked so he can’t really complain, even if Eddie’s scent will stay with him all day long and if will be agony.

“Are you sure you are ok?” Steve asks, searching his body for injuries or something else.

“Stop it. I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t be near me when…”

“I wasn’t closed when you shifted, ok? I paid attention!”

Steve's hand unconsciously gets to the longest scar, the one that ends at the base of Eddie’s neck.

“I could have killed you…” he whispers in the night.

“You were just a kid! You were scared and alone. If something would have happened it would not have been your fault.” Eddie replies, sternly.

He is not wrong. That night was the first night he shifted into a werewolf and it was the scariest night of his life. He was just getting home, with his bicycle, when the shining light of the moon had caressed his skin. He felt a pain so intense that he fell from his bicycle, screaming and crying, running through the woods as if he could escape from such excruciating pain. That was the moment he met Eddie, the strange boy of the school, one year older but in his same class. The one that smelled bad and always had worn out clothes.

Steve grabbed him, screaming for help. After that, he blacked out.

The next morning Steve’s hands were covered in blood and Eddie had a big white bandage on his chest.

Wayne offered Steve breakfast and explained to him that he was a werewolf, something he thought existed only in the stories, and gave him a few advices that would have made Steve’s life easier during the full moon nights,  mumbling something about how Steve’s parents should have been the ones who gave him ‘the talk’ and how dangerous it was to leave a puppy alone during his first shift.

Wayne told him about packs dynamic, alphas, omegas, puppies and mates and Steve listened to every single word with attention and he started to go to the trailer every time he had a question.

Wayne knew a lot about werewolves, apparently his deceased partner was a werewolf too and that’s why they lived in the trailer park “A lot of space to run freely.” Wayne told him “But you are too young and in this woods there are other things that you might want to avoid.” 

That’s why Wayne insisted that he had to pay more attention and stay safely in his house when he shifted.

That was the only advice that never worked.

Steve always tries to close himself in the basement, he even chained himself to the wall, but somehow his inner wolf always finds a way to free himself and run through the woods.

To Eddie.

“Come on, puppy, you’ll be late for work.” Eddie smiles, helping him get dressed and dragging him toward the trailer. It’s still night, but the moon is not so bright anymore.

“Shower?” Eddie proposes and Steve tiredly nods. 

It’s going to be a very long day and he spent all night running.

There is a freshly killed rabbit in the fridge, he can smell it.

“You brought Wayne’s favorite. He will be happy to cook it for lunch.”

Steve gets closer to Eddie, inhaling the scent of his skin from the crock of his neck, feeling the familiar pull to bite him right above his jugular. Steve shivers, feeling the blood pump under the thin layer of skin, but he stops himself and gets into the shower.

One day he will not be able to control himself. One day he will finally bite him and make Eddie his mate, but for the moment he showers and plops on Eddie’s bed too tired to do anything more than sleep.

Eddie’s callous hand brushes Steve’s hair and Steve feels a wet kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up.” He whispers, and both Steve and his inner wolf sigh, content.

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[alicetallula]

BatBoysxPrompts - Whole Lotta Love Steddie Prompts - 16.02.2024

Here is my artwork for the Whole Lotta Love Steddie Prompts Event created by @batboysxprompts

It was pleasure and a blast to draw Steddie with Steve, as a marble statue with kintsugi/kintsukuroi scars, who transforms Eddie as a statue so they can be together for eternity 😊❤️

Whole Lotta Love Steddie Prompts - Art Museum + Soulmates - with disintegrating clothes - 16.02.2024

Done using alcohol marker, ink pens, metallic highlighters, colored pencils, watercolors and a blurring effect on Photoshop 

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Version without the disintegrated jeans under the cut

Whole Lotta Love Steddie Prompts - Art Museum + Soulmates - Naked - 16.02.2024

Done using alcohol marker, ink pens, metallic highlighters, colored pencils and watercolors

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[skepsiss]

It's Snowing in Hawkins; Winter Exchange - Batboys

Here is my fic for the BatBoys Winter Exchange! @batboysxprompts I hope whoever submitted this request is pleased with what I wrote. I was a little liberal with the suggestion, but I think I followed along with Eddie's competitive streak like they wanted. I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: This is all fluff. Steve goes over to visit Eddie during a heavy snow in Hawkins and gets roped into helping him build a snow fort. Both of them have been inching toward a romance for months now, and Steve adores how innocent and young their relationship feels. It’s the start of something real tonight, and it makes Steve feel brilliantly happy. 

Season: Winter

Quote: The kids at the trailer park are having a snowman competition. Eddie joins in to one up them

Song: My Chemical Romance - "Every Snowflake is Different (just like you)"

AU/Place: Trailer park

Rating: T Words: 3,609 CW: Aggressive/degrading language toward the poor, slightly mature language/themes, mention of skin grafts/scaring, mention of mobility challenges from injuries

It’s snowing in Hawkins, and the fat, fluffy flakes caught on the windowpanes and the aspens of Mirkwood. Four children roam the deep fields of Forest Hills Trailer Park, gathering snow and shrieking their laughter skyward. The end of winter break is but a week away and time must be utilized well or be lost. A fifth joins them and the festivities begin. 

–

It’s late afternoon and the sun is already starting its slow descent over the little town of Hawkins. It gets dark, fast, in the wintertime in Indiana, and the chill becomes biting as the wind rolls off the Appalachian mountains. 

Steve had gotten used to this kind of cold; he had grown up in it after all, and despite the foot of snow he had still decided to trudge his way toward the trailer park. It wasn’t smart to drive in this kind of weather, and really, Steve lived fairly close to the park if he wasn’t being lazy. His proximity to ‘Mirkwood’ had been a black stain on his mind ever since Barb’s death–before that as well. His father had always hated the fact that their property backed up onto public land and just anyone could walk into their yard. That had been a point of contention in the Harrington household, even though Steve quietly noted that his father never went ahead and put up a fence. Likely, it had just been something for his father to complain about, and his intentions to erect a barrier between himself and ‘those varmints in their mobile homes’ had been all for show in the end.  

It was convenient for Steve now, though, since he could walk out his back door and to Eddie’s house in ten minutes flat—a bit more with all this snow.

Steve had never lived this close to a friend before, and it made impromptu visits that much easier. It also spoke to what lengths Steve was willing to go despite only being ‘friends’ with Eddie. 

They had started hanging out nearly a year ago now—just three more months, and it would be spring break again, even if Steve quietly dreaded the second coming of the holiday. Nothing had happened since March of ‘86 though, and Steve was finally starting to believe that the ‘other shoe’ wasn’t going to drop after all. He had been proven wrong before, though, if Halloween of ‘84 said anything about the pattern of these supernatural pains in the neck. 

He was optimistic though… if only because he was willing it.

After the trauma of spring break, it had been difficult (like it always was) to fall back into routines. He had watched Eddie struggle the most with that and while his injuries had been nothing to sniff at, once he was stitched up and given some blood so he wasn’t going to die from blood loss he was… fine. The wounds had scarred, of course, and Eddie had more scars than wounds because they had needed a skin graft for the larger bites. It was sort of difficult to stitch someone back together when their skin was minced like that—or at least that was what Dustin had crudely explained. 

Robin had asked him last week when he was going to stop flirting and actually do something about it. 

Eddie had struggled, and Steve had found it was easier to talk to Eddie than it had been to speak to most of the others, with all this Upside Down crap.

Robin was fantastic—he adored Robin, and he talked to her more than anyone, but he never felt like he was quite on her level when it came to compartmentalizing all the trauma. The kids were the same way; they were all so smart, and they could puzzle away or focus on their nerd hobbies to distract themselves from the abuse. Steve on the other hand… Steve’s hobbies allowed for far too much space to think, so it was hard to escape the memories.

Eddie, similarly, seemed unable to just quietly shut up and focus on something. It came at him like waves, and Steve had noticed that he had been distracting himself almost as much as Steve needed. Maybe he was lying to himself about that, though. Maybe he was just making up excuses to be around Eddie because he had found—after everything was said and done—that he really enjoyed spending time with the Freak. 

Steve hadn’t been such a dunce not to realize that he had feelings for Eddie, but his feelings felt so juvenile compared to how he usually reacted around women. It felt innocent and ephemeral in a way that reminded him of being thirteen. It was all small touches and little smiles, and Eddie seemed to fall into step with that behaviour easily. Eddie was older than him… but in a lot of ways he seemed less mature. That, in turn, made Steve want to slow everything down, too. 

He’d bob and Eddie would weave, and they’d sit and watch movies together without saying a word about the fact that Eddie’s feet were propped in Steve’s lap. Or they’d go for a swim and all they would do was smile when they touched hands on the pool edge.

It was just so goddamn innocent… and Steve found himself liking the slow roll of whatever this was. He wasn’t exactly convinced that Eddie liked him back that way—Eddie was a physical guy with everyone, but he didn’t seem to pause and consider his contact with everyone like he did with Steve.

Or so Steve liked to think.

Steve rounded on the trailer park and shivered slightly as he brought his shoulders up to his ears. The forest was less densely packed with snow than the open field of the trailer park, and he struggled a bit until he made it to a worn footpath through the snow. He started getting a view of the open expanse beyond the mobile homes, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked.

Steve heard the laughter before he saw them, but as he made his way toward Eddie’s trailer, he could see some of the kids traipsing through the snow and rolling snowballs. He paused and watched them—Max, Lucas, Mike, and Eleven—and smiled a bit at how carefree they looked.

Max of course was struggling to move through the snow, but she was making the best of it and was commanding Lucas to do the heavy lifting while she took frequent breaks. Comparatively, Mike was taking it slow and stopping to explain exactly how to pack and roll the snow properly to Eleven, instructing her on snowman building.

“You’re doing it all wrong, Wheeler!”

Steve paused as he walked up the first step of the Munson’s trailer, and then hesitated as he caught snippets of conversation.

“It’s not dry enough snow for that, you’ve got to squeeze with the body!”

Steve could recognize that diction anywhere, and he stepped to the side of the trailer to see Eddie pointing at Mike and Lucas. They all seemed to be having fun, but there was definitely an air of combativeness to the scene.

“What’re you guys up to?” Steve asked, feeling like a dad talking like that to all of them.

They all turned, and Steve couldn’t help but smile at the way Eddie beamed at him. 

“Good, good,” Eddie was saying before he said hello as he walked over to Steve.

Steve half waved as Lucas raised a hand to him, only for Max to scold him for losing momentum and letting the snowball he was rolling crack.

“You can help me out,” Eddie declared as he grabbed Steve by his forearm and started pulling him into the field.

“We’re building snowmen,” Eleven said happily, smiling at Steve as she helped Mike lift one of the large balls to place on top of another.

“Or at least we are,” Mike added as he looked toward the pile that Steve was currently being pulled toward.

“Shut your pie-hole, Wheeler. This’ll be a feat of engineering,” Eddie hissed, letting go of Steve and then handing him an empty bucket.

“Yeah, sure,” Max condescended, turning to focus on her own snowman.

Steve stood there a bit dumbfounded as Eddie picked up a small trowel and handed that over as well.

Eddie was doing that thing where he was so focused he forgot that not everyone thought the same way as him. Usually, Steve found it endearing—and he did right now as well—but he was equally confused and Eddie seemed to want him to be doing something.

“Uh…” Steve said quietly, looking at the bucket and the shovel he was now holding. “What am I doing with these?”

Eddie only took a moment to pause and look at him before continuing his work.

“I’m making a snow-dome, Steve,” Eddie said distractedly, “I need snow.”

“Igloo,” Lucas corrected as he rolled a large snowball past them.

“It’s not an igloo!” Eddie declared. “First of all, it’s not ice, and second of all, it isn’t fucking square-ass blocks. Snow-dome, you twat. Steve! I need snow.”

Steve flinched slightly, not really expecting to be put to work so quickly upon arrival. He moved, though, choosing a relatively large patch of snow to start digging.

“No—” Eddie chastised, trudging over to him and pointing farther west. “Grab the snow from out there. And I need you to pack it in, man. Like, really pack it. I’ll assemble, you can… dig or whatever.”

Steve sighed but did as he was told, he walked farther into the field and started to scoop and shovel the snow into the bucket before bringing it back over to Eddie.

“So… why are we doing this?” Steve asked as he was handed an empty bucket and shooed away.

“Said I couldn’t…” Eddie muttered, concentrating again as he plunked down the full bucket of snow and began making the base of his ‘snow-dome.’

“Before…” Eddie muttered, focusing. “It’s a contest, man.”

He wasn’t explaining much, and Steve didn’t press the subject as he diligently scooped up snow and brought it back to Eddie until he was sweating from the effort. Eventually, he was told to stop and was sent toward the woods to gather ‘tinder’ for Eddie’s elaborate plan to thatch his snow-dome so it was more structurally sound. 

Really, Steve didn’t get it or understand Eddie’s vision, but he didn’t protest. It was a touch annoying to be trudging around in the snow though when he had expected to walk over here and share cocoa and maybe curl up on the couch with Eddie. He had been much more snugly with the cold weather and had started commenting freely on how warm Steve was. It was true, but it also felt like an excuse so they could press up against each other ‘innocently.’

“You’re not even close to being done,” Max said as she pressed two rocks into the head of her snowman.

Max and Lucas plodded inside, and Steve watched as the trailer lights came on. 

Mike and Eleven were almost finished with their snowman as well, but Eleven seemed to be struggling with what she wanted to do with the face.

“You can’t rush perfection!” Eddie hollered as he began to leisurely weave the sticks Steve brought back into the ‘wall’ of his snow-dome.

“Perfection, sure,” Max said with a roll of her eyes. “Well, I’m freezing my ass off, so I’m going in. Come on, Lucas. We can judge the snowmen and the ‘snow-dome’ from the window.” 

Max’s mom must be working late again and though she would never complain, Steve knew that Max still struggled to do basic tasks around the house like prepping meals and cleaning. He could see Lucas readily putting a pot of water on the boil though and seeing to her needs. 

“So, what kind of contest is this?” Steve asked as he knelt in the snow with Eddie and began handing him sticks as he wove.

“Snowmen building,” Eddie answered simply, obviously concentrating.

“Well, this is the weirdest snowman I’ve ever seen,” Steve commented, looking up at the walls of Eddie’s snow-dome and wondering just how high he was planning to make it.

“No, well, obviously it’s not,” Eddie corrected, sounding annoyed that Steve didn’t understand. “The kids were building snowmen, and making a kind of contest about it, and I was going to show them up on that too, but… I don’t really remember how we got onto the topic, but one of those twerps said something about building a fort out of snow would be impossible, so it was like challenge accepted and boom, snow-dome.”

Steve listened quietly as he lazily handed over sticks to Eddie; well, at least he seemed energized by it and Steve didn’t really mind helping out, but it was starting to get dark already. How long were they going to be at this?

“We’re going in, Eddie,” Mike declared as he held Eleven’s hand and led her toward Max’s trailer. “You’re welcome to join when you finish.”

Mike seemed a bit awkward as he hovered, obviously not wanting to leave Eddie out here and wanting his attention. Eddie wasn’t even looking at him though and waved Mike off without a second thought.

“Yeah, later, Wheeler,” Eddie replied, waving over his shoulder at the teen.

“Bye, Steve,” Eleven said, waving at him. “I’m sure you can join too.”

Steve waved back lightly, smiling a bit forcefully at the teens. He appreciated the invite, but it felt a bit awkward to accept, plus, he had come over to spend time with Eddie.

“I need more snow,” Eddie declared, standing up as he started to pack the snow around the stick frame he had built. “We’re like… thatching this bitch. If we get it about—so—high, then we can start curving it inward to create the dome part. It’ll be more like a tapered cylinder, like a watch tower, but it’ll work.”

“Right,” Steve grunted as he stood up, grabbed the bucket again, and walked out into the snowy field. “I’ll be back then, Mr. Architect.”

Steve assisted diligently and didn’t complain as he brought back bucket after bucket full of snow and then stopped to help Eddie pack it all together. Eventually, Eddie was kneeling inside the dome and Steve was on the outside so they could sandwich the snow together and make it stick better.

It was nearly pitch black by the time they finished; it had stopped snowing a while ago, and the sky was clear enough to show the stars and the moon above. Their work was only being illuminated by the moon and the dim light coming from people’s trailers, but it left everything feeling rather private, and nostalgic.

“We gotta leave a hole at the top to let the air out,” Eddie declared, carefully packing the snow into place. Honestly, it looked like it was working and while Steve couldn’t say how long the walls would stay up, Eddie had succeeded in making a snow-dome. 

“Wanna check it out?” Eddie asked as he ducked down and looked at Steve through the small opening in the side of his dome.

“Uhh… sure,” Steve said, before crawling through the entrance. “Make room, wide-load.”

He was teasing of course because Eddie was ridiculously thin and all he really had to do was move over to the side to let Steve in.

“See?” Eddie indicated, gesturing around the dome, before laying on his back.

Steve mirrored Eddie’s position and lay beside him as he stared up at the ceiling of the dome.

“This better not fall on me,” Steve said lightly, having to adjust awkwardly and stick his feet out of the entrance in order to fit.

“Enjoy yourself for once, Harrington,” Eddie teased, before sighing and looking up through the hole in the roof.

It was pretty to look at, even if they only had a small window. You could make out the blackness of the sky and the little pinpricks of light dotting across the expanse, creating a sort of telescope effect.

Really, the only thing Steve could properly appreciate at the moment was being able to rest for the first time since he got here.

He glanced at Eddie, though, who was staring at the sky and breathing calmly—the little puffs of vapour floating away from his lips—a slight smile on his face. He looked peaceful—happy, too. Steve didn’t get to see Eddie pause all that often, and it was nice to see him enjoying the fruits of his labour.

“Thanks for helping out,” Eddie said idly, not looking away from the sky. He dropped his hand slowly and nudged up against the back of Steve’s hand.

“Yeah… of course,” Steve replied, finishing the motion and taking Eddie’s hand to hold. He returned his gaze to the roof, looking at the darkness and the moon that was slowly inching into view.

The two of them grew quietly again, and Steve could feel his sweat slowly starting to chill his body. They should head in soon, but it felt terribly romantic to be out here together now that they had finished Eddie’s snow-dome.

“Steve?” Eddie said suddenly, his voice quiet and distant sounding.

“Yeah, Eddie?” Steve asked, rolling his head to look at Eddie again. He was still staring up through the ceiling, but his smile had faded, and instead, he looked thoughtful as he breathed slowly. Even in the dull light, Steve could tell that his nose was red from the chill and snow had clumped in parts of his hair. He looked young… and there was a wanderlust to him that Steve envied. He liked looking at Eddie when he wasn’t moving around so frantically—the pause always made him look like an artist, and Steve found himself drawn to that. This contemplation that Steve didn’t think he had ever experienced for himself, but that he valued more than anything in others. 

“Do you like me?” Eddie asked, his tone quiet but lacking fear. They were still holding hands and Steve didn’t feel intimidated at all by answering him; they’d been inching toward this anyway, they just hadn’t said it out loud yet.

“… yeah,” Steve answered back, watching as Eddie slowly rolled his head so they were looking at one another.

Steve squeezed his hand and Eddie smiled, looking positively brilliant as he lay there.

“Me too,” Eddie sighed, which made Steve’s breath hitch slightly. It wasn’t always that Eddie looked so happy, and Steve felt softhearted being in the presence of Eddie’s bliss like this. 

Steve reached over slowly with his free hand and touched Eddie’s cheek, stroking along his jaw. It felt right to do this now, and Eddie seemed to have much the same idea as he rolled onto his side and let Steve guide him.

They both scanned each other’s expressions as Steve drew Eddie in closer, their noses brushing together first as Steve felt the sting of cold against his skin. Eddie seemed to be transfixed by him, and Steve could feel the world stopping around them as he sunk into the moment. It felt innocent and romantic, and Eddie seemed to hesitate not out of denial, but out of uncertainty. As if he wasn’t sure what to do at this point now that they were here.

Steve smiled lightly at that and closed the distance between them, kissing Eddie softly as he felt the other man draw in a breath. It was still cold out, but Steve felt a bloom of heat against his skin as their lips met and Steve guided them into a slow roll of their tongues.

At every junction, Eddie seemed to hesitate and then follow suit, marking his actions as inexperienced and timid. That felt like a paradox for Eddie, but Steve didn’t mind as he smiled into the contact and squeezed Eddie’s other hand with his.

They parted eventually, despite Steve staying tucked in close. He could hear Eddie breathing a bit hard as they continued to watch one another quietly.

“Was that…” Steve asked, swiping Eddie’s bangs out of his face. “Your first kiss?”

As if to answer him, Steve saw Eddie’s face turn beet red as he ducked down and away from Steve. He was hiding, and Steve felt his chest explode with adoration at the action.

“Shut up,” Eddie mumbled, hiding as he pressed his forehead against Steve’s chin.

Steve had to close his eyes from how adorable it was. How Eddie had rendered him positively smitten and made Steve’s whole body light up like a Christmas tree.

“Was it bad?” Eddie asked, sounding incredibly small as he continued to hide.

“No,” Steve sighed, sounding almost dreamy as he slid his hand to Eddie’s back and soothed him slightly. “No… just… gentle.”

Steve wasn’t sure how else to describe the contact, and he wouldn’t press Eddie on it any further, but judging from this very likely being Eddie’s first kiss… that probably also meant he was a virgin. A twenty-year-old metal head that was supposed to be the scourge of the devil himself… and Eddie had never so much as kissed someone before.

Steve pulled in a breath to steady himself, his entire body tingling with affection as he held Eddie and just let them lay there in the snow.

“Can we go in?” Eddie asked, still sounding shy. “I’m freezing my ass off out here.”

Steve chuckled and let go of Eddie, rolling onto his back again.

“Yeah, course,” he offered, sighing happily and stealing one last look at the moon before shifting onto his knees and crawling out of the snow fort. 

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I may not be participating in everyday but I just couldn't get this scene out of my head.

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• HOW'S THIS GONNA PLAY OUT? •

pairing: modern-au!steddie, eddie munson x steve harrington

summary: truth, dare, or drink with the fruity four? it’s all fun and games until someone gets dared to kiss the other…

warnings: 18+ content, adult language; best friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, hot and heavy make out sesh, drinking, discussing of past trauma, canon divergence, season 4 mini-spoilers, etc.

word count: ~5.8k

inspired by: @batboysxprompts steddie flash event, theme of bats

reblogs, comments, & thoughts are greatly appreciated! 🧡🦇

note: i had so much fun writing this up, thank you thank you for the prompt! happy to be a part of it! and i hope you enjoy reading! i have also linked some music below, i encourage you to listen while you read at a specific part (you'll know when).

“Eddie, you seriously can’t expect us to believe you ran into Cate Blanchett at some grocery store,” Robin grumbles through a laugh. Eddie sits up from the couch. His back straight as his brows pull forward. His legs fully man-spread as he turns towards his friend to his right. His face serious, stern. “Uh, yeah, I can. ‘Cause it’s the truth,” he says sarcastically, blowing out a sigh of disbelief. His feelings slightly hurt upon hearing his friends’ reactions. 

Steve laughs, staring at the boy. Nancy giggles in the corner, hiding behind her hand anytime a chuckle was louder than intended. “It was a grocery store when we went on tour with the Coffin in Chicago,” Eddie continues. His voice gradually becoming more stressed as he looks around a room of distrustful faces.

“I don’t know, Munson,” Steve says, taking a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Do you even know who Cate is? I didn’t pin you as an Ocean’s 8 kind of guy.” Eddie scoffs, before shaking his head and taking a swig of his beer. His opened hands swaying back and forth as his lips tighten into an even thinner line. “You mean Lady Galadriel? Yeah, I’ve heard of her,” he states flatly.

Nancy and Robin chuckle as they exchange taunting looks. “Har har,” Eddie says with a melancholy attitude. “Let’s all laugh at the freak, huh?” Steve lands a flat hand against his shoulder, shaking Eddie’s pitiful shrug. Nancy tightens her lip, pinning her chin to her chest. Robin is slow to notice the social cues flying through the air, but she bit off her smile watching Nancy.

“Relax, Munson,” Steve soothes, putting his other hand on Eddie’s shoulders. He shakes him side to side, pulling a smirk across his face. Eddie often feels comfort in Steve’s embrace. “I mean, you did win two truths and a lie,” Steve adds with an impressed expression. The girls quickly nod and agree with him, making red run through Eddie’s cheeks.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Eddie mumbles under his breath. Steve pulls his hands from his shoulders with a smile. A nice, firm pat against his upper back before returning to his elbows against his knees as he leans forward. “Maybe we should change it up,” Nancy suggests with a shrug. “Yeah,” Robin agrees as she pulls her apple watch to her face. “It’s already midnight and I’m barely past tipsy.”

Steve peers around his living room. Nancy is dressed like a crazy scientist. Robin’s living her Indiana Jones dream. Eddie wears a wizard hat, but other than that is wearing his usual attire. While Steve rests back in his ironic bat costume. He is the happiest he could be in this moment.

Almost like clock work, the Halloween party started to die down and make its way over to its next location, Alex’s basement. The Harrington’s was always the first spot in the party brigade, and he prefers it that way. He loves that special moment when all those random, careless people disappear and the truest stay behind. Luckily for him, that meant Robin, Nancy, and Eddie. Now, he could really have fun.

“Thanks for hosting, Harrington,” a random person from college mumbles before slamming the front door behind him. Steve throws his hand up, two fingers waving as he gestures goodbye without turning his head. He settles into the love seat across from the couch. His heels landing against the coffee table. “Ah, just us girls,” he sighs with relief.

“Okay, okay,” Steve starts, pushing his hand through his hair. “What about a good old game of truth, dare, or drink?” Nancy’s lips immediately pull to their sides. A hesitant face surely to follow. “What in the hell is truth, dare, or drink?” she asks quietly. Eddie laughs, finally falling back onto the couch cushions again. “I thought you were the smart one,” he starts. “Wanna take a guess, Wheeler?” he asks, leaning closer to the girls. His teeth slightly biting the tip of his tongue.

Nancy rolls her eyes, all in good fun, as she leans back with arms crossed against her chest. Eddie pulls back with a smirk, acknowledging that she didn’t bite back like usual. “It’s basically truth or dare but if you don’t want to answer the question OR you don’t want to do the dare,” Robin trails off. She makes a click with the side of her tongue as she looks down towards the bottle of scotch between the four.

“Okay,” Nancy starts before bringing a red solo cup to her smiling lips. “So who’s going first?” Her big blue eyes peering over the white lip of the plastic. Eddie excitedly rubs his palms together with a huge maniacal laugh. Steve smiles, doting his eyes towards Robin, who meets him halfway. He always enjoyed the small glimpses into the childish Eddie he knows and loves, and sometimes envies. Robin immediately recognizes this, as the two have some weird psychic twin connection. A large amount of words can be communicated between them with only a look.

Robin’s brows perk as her tongue slides across before a bite upon her lip. Steve huffs before solemnly placing his hand up to volunteer. “Alright, and who’s doing the asking?” he inquires through a chuckle. “Hm, I can go first,” Nancy whispers coyly. A curl of his lips shows his acceptance of her challenge. He nods for her to proceed. 

“Steve, truth or dare?” Nancy asks, sucking her tongue against her cheek. Steve pretends to consider it, humming as his index finger taps against his chin lightly. “You’re not going to be too mean to me, are you, Nance?” he asks with a flirtatious grin. Nancy shrugs, her mouth tight as she enjoys the anticipation. 

Steve cocks his head to the right. His shoulders hugging his ears. “Let’s do truth,” he whispers. Elation floods through Nancy’s pupils as a growing smirk appears between her cheeks. “What is your favorite position?” Robin lets out a scoff of disbelief. Her shoulder bumping playfully against Eddie’s. His ringed hand immediately cups his mouth. A clear smack heard throughout the Harrington house. 

Abruptly, Eddie’s shock drops. His brows furrow as he looks between his two friends. “Wait, shouldn’t you already know that, Wheeler?” he asks, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes. Both Nancy and Robin give him a death stare that immediately forces his hands straight into the air. Steve smirks slyly. “No, she wouldn’t know,” he says, providing a reassuring nod towards his ex-girlfriend. “We’ve both grown since we were last with each other.” 

The group finds itself silent. Eddie resting back against the couch, still on edge and with eyes that travel between each of his friends. Nancy and Steve are holding some sweet nostalgic moment, staring at each other. Robin’s lip rises on one side as disgust becomes apparent on her face. 

“So, you drinking or truthin’,” Robin says impatiently. Her hands waving before her as her wide eyes bare holes into Steve’s face. “Truth,” he says as he finally pulls away from Nancy’s gaze. “Big fan of reverse cowgirl,” he starts, as he leans back into the loveseat. He relaxes, putting his hands behind his head. “I’m an ass man after all.” Eddie laughs, making hoots and hollers to encourage his “ass man” status. 

“That was a good one, Nance,” Robin shared with a nod. “Okay, Steve. Pick someone.” Steve’s chin lifts. His eyes to the ceiling as he exaggerates his thinking, despite absolutely knowing who he was going to ask. “Edward Munson,” he says, annunciating each syllable. Eddie jumps in his seat, pressing his hand against his chest in surprise. “Truth or dare?” Steve asks lightly, leaning in to grab his cup from the table. He takes a sip while staring down at the man before him. 

“Well, I sure as shit know you're going to be an ass,” Eddie starts, shaking his head. “Dare.” Steve nods slowly. The edges of his mouth pull down as he is impressed with Munson’s sixth sense. He ponders over a dare. How do you dare someone who practically does anything and everything he wants? Who has no problem breaking social norms and laughs while sharing the tale?

Steve had to come up with something to make him want to drink. “Hm,” he starts. “I dare you to give Robin a lap dance.” Robin’s entire body language perks up as a big old smile fills her face. She sits up and scoots the edge of the couch. Her hands lightly patting against the tops of her thighs. Nancy giggles, “Oh, that’s dirty, Steve.” 

Eddie bites his lip upon hearing the dare. He nods his head slowly while he mauls over the idea. “How long?” he asks with his eyes glued to the scotch between them. “For a song,” Steve responds with a smirk. “You choose.” Eddie nods again, more feverishly this time as he considers the dare. He speeds up as though he’s egging himself on. “If I take another shot, I’m gonna die,” he mutters under his breath.

Suddenly, he stands up and smacks his hand out in front of Robin. “Your phone, madam,” he demands. “Oui, monsieur,” she says all giddy. She plops her smart phone into his hand. He pulls up Spotify and quickly chooses his song. He is strategic as he decides on a song that is both danceable, makes him feel sexy, and is rather short. He connects Robin’s phone to Harrington’s Bluetooth surround sound.

As the drum and guitar start a rather recognizable beat, Eddie shakes out his hands. He takes his curly hair out from his messy bun and taps his feet to the beat. Song 2 by Blur blasts through the speakers. Steve originally intended for the dare to be a laughable joke, but now he is mesmerized by the scene before him. He enjoys the way his curls bounce against his shoulders.

At the first “Woohoo,” Eddie harshly bangs his curls before Robin. She giggles in surprise, not expecting his sudden fit of head banging. Her shocked and smiling face turns to both Steve and Nancy. Eddie continues to sing along with the chorus, hyping himself up. 

Without any warning, he jumps and lands his knees on the sides of Robin’s thighs. She screams in excitement and shock as he lands harshly against her thighs. Soon, her screams turn into encouraging yes’s as she watches him loosen up before her very eyes.

Along with each strong beat of the song, Eddie grinds against Robin’s thighs. His hands tuck at ends of his shirt, ripping it over his torso. Steve sinks into his seat. His palm covering his mouth, which undeniably hides a smile. His pupils innately expanding at the sight.

Eddie’s closed hands dance near his head as he digs his hip bones into Robin’s. Her laughter encourages him. He couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. Robin is the one he could let loose with the most, knowing she’ll always be there the next day no matter what he shares about himself. He hopes to get to that level of trust with Steve one day.

The guitar finally drops and the song is over. Eddie hops up from Robin’s lap. His chest slightly glossed from sweat. Robin starts a rather enthused round of applause as Eddie instinctually begins to bow. “Honestly, I thought the song was a bit short but I loved it,” she chuckles out. “Ten out of ten,” she says with all ten of her digits up in the sky, before they turn into a pair of solid thumbs up. 

Eddie flips his curled hair, gathering it up and quickly placing it into the messy bun he’s known for. Steve can’t stop his eyes from raking over Eddie’s body. He was jealous of how his body moved, how it was shaped. He also caught himself wishing he could touch it. That bare skin. Down to the lines that lead to his hips. 

But his face drops as he involuntarily touches two fingers to Eddie’s side. Eddie jumps at the unexpected sensation. “Dude, did you get another tattoo?” Steve asks as he looks up to Eddie. “Oh yeah,” he laughs. “Pretty sick, huh?” He curls his torso to look at the tattoo just below the left side of his rib cage. A gnarly demented tattoo of a rose who’s stem eventually turns into barbed wire rests upon his skin. 

Steve pulls back, laying against the back of the loveseat once more. His mouth squished to the side of his cheek. His arms crossed over his chest. “So you went through with it, huh,” he expresses carelessly. Eddie shrugs, letting out a breathy sigh. “I just kept looking at ‘em,” he starts as he raises his hands before slapping them against his thighs. Robin’s brows pull perplexed, until the light bulb turns on in her head reminding her of Eddie’s newly covered scars. 

“I mean, you know,” Eddie adds, gesturing towards Steve. “It’s not easy getting a daily reminder of the day you almost died.” Steve nods, keeping his eyes down. He knows exactly what he means, but unsteadiness resides in his chest. He isn’t sure why, but the thought of Eddie erasing his scars was hurtful. Those scars were the very reason he and Eddie stayed connected after everything happened. That is what they built their strong, yet co-dependent friendship on. What does it mean if those scars are gone? Will they be able to find anything else in common between them? 

Nancy adds to the silence. She notices the sudden shift in Steve’s demeanor. “So, Eddie, who’re you picking?” His head picks up from analyzing his new tattoo. Another childish and boasting smile upon his mouth. “Hm? Well, it’s between the two of you, right?” he says as he crashes back onto the couch, landing against Robin’s shoulder. He curls his head back, looking at her upside down. “Buckley,” he says in a sing songy voice. “Truth or dare?” 

Robin smiles, shrugging him off. Eddie falls against the other side of the cushion with all the exaggeration he could muster. “Truth,” she states, mimicking his singing tone. His eyes widen and a large smile spreads across his face. “Oh no,” she whispers under her breath. She most definitely chose wrong. “Why haven’t you put the moves on Vicki yet?” Eddie says with a raise of his brow. He turns to look at the others, nodding and gesturing for their encouragement. Steve nods and shrugs, acknowledging that it was, in fact, a good question. Nancy sinks into her cushion, sipping against her cup and hiding behind its rim. 

With a deep sigh, Robin sits up and shoots Eddie an annoyed look. “I’m taking it slow,” she mutters half-heartedly. A brisk tsk, tsk, tsk falls from his lips. “You remember the rules, don’t you, Buckley?” he starts, as he leans back and holds his arm atop the couch’s cushions. “The truth,” he starts, “or the bottle.” His hands raise as he shrugs. “I don’t make the rules.” Robin shoots him a quick, sharp look for calling her out on her shit. She rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Fuck it,” she smiles as she reaches for the neck of the bottle.

Eddie and Steve laugh as they clap excitedly. Robin’s brows pull together as she places the mouth of the bottle against her lips. A disgusted expression fills her face as she pulls away from the scotch. “Shit, god,” she spits before dropping it harshly against the coffee table. Steve quickly puts his hands out to catch the liquor if it were to fall over. “That’s it, Robs,” Eddie laughs. “Fuck the truth.” Robin slowly turns towards him. Her ‘oh, no you didn’t’ face on full display. “Alright Munson,” she says with a nod. “Payback.” 

Robin takes a slow breath as she adjusts her hair out of her face. Her cheeks flustering with crimson as the alcohol hits her system. “Nance,” she starts. “Truth or dare?” Nancy smiles at the sight of the tipsy friend before her. “Dare,” she says courageously, knowing that Robin wouldn’t set her up to fail. Robin peers around the room. “Hm, I dare you to,” she trails off. Her eyes sinking into the coffee table as she drowns in thought. “Ah! I dare you to kiss someone here,” she says as she points between the two boys.

Steve and Eddie instantly jump up to the idea. Their relaxed bodies now straight, stiff, and narrow. Steve runs fingers through his hair as Eddie bounces his brows at the girl. Nancy’s mouth pulls down as she looks over her options. Steve or Eddie or … Nancy stands, directing all eyes on her. Steve licks his lips as he watches the beautiful girl adjust her nervous stance. But all he can do is just watch as she walks towards Robin. 

Robin’s big blue eyes staring right into Nancy’s. Not at all considering the possibility of Nancy choosing to kiss her. She lands upon her knees between Robin’s legs. Those innocent eyes peering up at her. Nancy’s hand slowly floats to Robin’s cheek. She pulls her in, closing her eyes, and lands her lips against hers gently. Eddie is biting against his rings and knuckles as he watches in absolute infatuation of the scene unfolding before him. He crosses his legs instinctually. Steve’s mouth, the exact opposite, as it hangs open and loose. 

Nancy is the first to pull away. Her eyes slowly opening as Robin’s lashes remain fluttering. Her lips still pursed. A blush raises to Nancy’s cheeks as she rests back onto her seat. “Robin,” she asks softly. Robin hums dizzily, slowly opening her eyes. A smile beaming on her face. “Truth or dare?” Robin, drunkenly replies, “Hm? Oh, yes - erm - truth.” 

Nancy giggles, before placing a gentle hand to Robin’s knee, attempting to ground her. Fortunately, it seems to have worked. “What did you think of us all when we first met?” she asks innocently. Robin lets out a clear lip trill. “Oh shit,” she bursts into a fit of nervous laughter. She sinks back into the couch’s cushions. Eddie smirks, scoffing. “Oh I gotta hear this,” he says, jumping closer to Robin’s side. 

“Okay, okay,” Robin announces, effortlessly bouncing back from the shock of the question. “I’m gonna answer but I’m going to make it short.” Nancy pouts, while Steve throws his hands up in frustration. “Hey! At least I’m answering,” she yells. 

Robin adjusts her sit so she can stare into those chocolate eyes of Eddie’s. “A weirdo,” she starts, but immediately explains herself in a hasty fashion. “But-but you know that being a ‘wierdo’ is a term of endearment for me.” Eddie laughs, nodding as he sucks his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “Okay, Buckley, noted,” he taunts. “Just as long as you know you’re a weirdo too.” He shoots her a smile which is quickly returned. She always enjoyed Eddie’s company, knowing that she had another atypical beside her. 

Robin turns to Steve. The words quickly fall from her mouth without hesitation. “Dingus.” Steve gasps, exaggerating as all hell, as he watches Robin switch over to Nancy. “Nancy,” she says with affection. “I was worried about you. I thought you’d hated me.” Nancy’s face becomes sad as she lets out a soft “aw.” “But when I finally got to know you, I could see what Steve saw in you and now you’re one of my closest friends.” Nancy’s frown immediately turns upside down as she reaches towards her gal pal with open arms. “Ugh, you’re one of my closest friends too!” she whines as the two sway side to side in their hug. 

Eddie coughs heavily to evoke his classic cop deep voice. “Break it up, love birds,” he says under the guise of his hand. Steve laughs, throwing his head back. He always could count on Eddie to say the things he only thought about. He loved that about the man. Nancy pulls away, looking at Eddie with a goofy grin. “You’re so funny, Eds,” Nancy mumbles sarcastically.

Robin sharply turns to Eddie. Her middle finger up with a snarky grin. “You know what, you just reminded me. Payback’s a bitch,” she starts. A smirk pulling at the side of her lips. “Truth or dare, Munson,” she says in an eery tone. Eddie leans back from her ghostly fingers with a chuckle. “Do your worst Buckley,” he taunts. “Dare.” The smirk continues to pull on Robin’s face. She gets exactly what she wanted. 

“Seven minutes in heaven,” Robin announces. She looks around the room and notes a two paneled door by the entryway. “There,” she points. “With,” she trails off. She keeps her eyes set on Eddie’s. His taunting smile pursing his lips. “Dingus,” she lets slip out of her mouth. Nancy’s jaw drops as she slowly turns to Steve’s bright red face. Robin enjoys watching the blood drain from Eddie’s cheeks. She is shocked that he didn’t see this coming, but she doesn’t let it show. “And you know the rules, you don’t get to leave until you hook up.” Robin immediately turns her pointer finger to both of her boys. Her eyes narrowing as she makes a stern face. “Honor system.”

Eddie’s eyes fall upon his rings. His fingers twist them as he considers the path ahead. He would be lying if he said he never thought about Steve’s lips. How they looked so soft. How they plump up every time he’s excited. He would be lying if he said he never thought about why they call him “Hair-ington.” Those brunette waves that bring an abundance of joy to his heart. An ambiguous line of desperately wanting the hair for himself and wanting to run his fingers through its strands. He wants to make Steve feel good, but he only considered the idea of blurring the lines of friendship in the dark of his room.

Steve, on the other hand, was trying to decipher whether or not he was having a heart attack. His heart most definitely fell to the pit of his stomach upon hearing the dare. His eyes fall before him, widening as the seconds pass by. He couldn’t help but think if Robin did this on purpose. There had been a few times the two were smoking and the idea of feeling different things for Eddie came up. He could never say exactly what things or what feelings. He told her in confidence, absolute confidence. Steve knew if this was her plan that she did it with good intent, but that didn’t change the pain emanating from his chest. 

Eddie raises his eyes to Robin. Her smile falls as she recognizes the genuine worry in his eyes, as opposed to the amusing stress she was expecting. “Steve,” he whispers before slowly turning towards the boy. Steve raises his head. His lips form into a straight line. “Your call, dude,” Steve says, struggling to come off as casual. “The scotch isn’t that bad,” Robin adds. Her eyes now encouraging, trying to give him the out that his body language craved for. 

With the slightest side smile and a sigh, Eddie nods and accepts his fate. “I said I wouldn’t drink anymore tonight,” he shares. It’s the truth. He did have work early in the morning after all. He was already pushing it with exhaustion. He did not need to add a hangover and a migraine to the 8-hour shift. “Let’s go Harrington,” he says as he stands and makes his way towards the closet. 

Steve notices that Eddie has yet to make eye contact with him. The red flushing his cheeks as watches his bare back walk toward the front closet. One stray curl falling between his shoulder blades. His heart no longer rests in his stomach. His heart beats, harshly, against his rib cage. He struggles to swallow the sudden amount of saliva resting on his tongue. A rough clearing of his throat and he stands. He throws a furious look at Robin, who’s already sinking in her seat with regret. 

Eddie opens one of the closet doors. His ringed hand tight against the knob. He finally turns back and looks at Steve. Comfort rushes his system as he watches his friend nervously crack his knuckles. His chin pinned to his chest as he walks towards him. “You ready for this,” he says softly. Steve looks up, taking a deep breath. He catches a glimpse of Eddie’s bicep. Why is it so flexed holding the door? Why did it excite him? He nods, pulls the overhead light’s string, and walks into the roomy space, terrified of the next seven minutes.

Robin slowly approaches. She sucks in her lips in an awkward fashion. “Seven minutes,” she says softly. Regret filled in her face. Eddie smirks, solemnly, as he looks down at his watch. 12:57 am. “Gotcha,” he nods as he closes the door behind him. 

Steve takes a sharp breath as an disingenuous smile sprawls across his face. “Alright, Munson,” he starts. A peculiar excitement clear within his voice. “How’s this gonna play out?” Eddie turns around from closing the door. He immediately notes the fake energy floating above Steve’s head. “We can just lie,” he suggests, despite the words paining his heart. 

Steve was surprised by the sudden drop of his stomach. His chest spreading tightness like wildfire. He didn’t want that, not at all. In this moment, he realizes he wanted Eddie. He wanted to kiss him. To know him as more than a friend. Immediately, he is struck with the thought of them holding hands. His arms around him. His head upon his chest, snuggling in the late of night. All it took was the possibility of a kiss being ripped from his hands to acknowledge the reality that has been screaming at him since he first saw the boy. 

But he also cannot escape the associated fear. Steve has never once felt this way about any guy. A boy labeled the “freak of Hawkins.” Someone Steve thought he would never connect with. Never be friends with. And yet, one simple introduction from his unexpected best friend and he is set for life. Another unexpected best friend and heart eyes for all of eternity. 

On the other hand, the words fell out of Eddie’s mouth and he wished he could quickly pick them all up. Regret filled his body. He wanted nothing more than to kiss Steve. He has been thinking about it for weeks on end. Anytime the gang got together, he struggled to pull his eyes from his lips. He struggled not to ogle at his hair, at those sweet honey eyes. 

As much as he wanted all of him, Eddie wanted Steve to be comfortable more than anything. It is upsetting to see Steve place a strong facade between them, but Eddie understands. He thought they were closer than that, but then again they’ve never been put in a situation like this before. 

Steve is quick to drop his overwhelming feelings. He does what he does best. He starts a fight, breaking all ties to the sensitive strings of his heart. “Why did you really cover up your scars?” Eddie is thrown off by the sudden shift in energy. His brows push together as he looks at the boy before him in astonishment. “I told you, because I couldn’t help looking at them every day,” he answers with a bit of a snarky attitude. 

“Those scars meant something,” Steve says with his eyes to his feet. He instantly regrets picking a fight in such a small space. Where can he escape now? He still has at least 5 minutes. “All they meant were painful memories that I’d like to forget,” Eddie whispers. He looks at Steve in confusion. “Those bats brought us together and you just erased them, like that,” Steve mutters with a snap of his fingers. His head springs up as disappointment rings true upon his face. 

“They didn’t bring us together,” Eddie says slowly. “Henderson did.” Steve shakes his head, blowing out a raspberry in response to Eddie’s recollection. “We could have easily dropped each other after Vecna,” he states matter of factly. Eddie winces at the name. His body being rushed by a sudden and short lasting wave of shock. “We only stayed together because we were both healing from bites.” 

Eddie scoffs, his mind reeling. “Are you seriously telling me that you think we bonded over our fucking demobat wounds?” He throws his hands in the air. “How about the fact that we almost died together? How about the fact that we make a great team? That despite our first impressions, we have some common ground on favorite movies.” Now it was Steve’s turn to wince. He has never seen Eddie so upset. 

“You fucking showed up dressed like a bat,” Eddie continues. “And I get it, you deal with your trauma through humor but guess what, Harrington? I don’t!” His body becomes more energized. His emotions, reactions, movements are more fulfilled and loud. He rips his shirt up, exposing the freshly covered scar. “This is how I deal with it. I get rid of it,” he says, poking harshly at his skin. “When I looked at my scar, all I saw was that sky lighting up red. I see that tornado of bats raining around me. I see my entire life flash before my eyes because I was convinced that that was it for me.” He adds softly under his breath, "Until you saved me."

Eddie throws his shirt down. He points a firm finger to Steve’s face. His poor, horrified, regretful face. “No, I don’t see you when I look at my scars. I don’t see this shit as the only thing that brought us together,” he continues. “You know what I think about? I think about us laughing our asses off at the stupidities of Ridgemont High. I think about us throwing popcorn everywhere ‘cause of all those Critters jump scares.” 

Steve’s brow lifts as confidence fills his chest. At the very least, Eddie acknowledges the strong friendship between them. It is NOT one sided. There is so much more than just these scars that connect them. How could he be so stupid? So dumb-witted? He gets so lost in thought that he almost misses the next words out of Eddie’s mouth. “You are my best friend. I love you, man,” he mutters under his breath. “I think I did from the moment I saw you.” 

Steve is pulled from his thoughts. His eyes widen as his puffy lower lip slightly separates from his top. Eddie loves his classic dumbfounded look. “You love me?” he whispers. “Yeah, I do. Take that however you want, but it’s the truth and I’m tired of pretending that it isn’t,” he says, chewing on his lip. His strong boisterous confidence almost had Steve fooled, but he knew Eddie too much to know that he was just a ball of nerves across from him. 

As the silence fills, Eddie’s energy starts to fall. His smile dwindling to nothing. He pulls his lips into a straight line as he shakes his head. His eyes to the ground. “I-I just meant as friends-,” he attempts to backtrack but Steve crashes against his perfect lips. Eddie stumbles back into hanged coats that soften his fall against the closet’s wall. Steve’s hand presses against his cheek. His fingers entangling with the curly locks of hair. It is softer than he imagined. 

Eddie immediately returns the favor. Without pulling from the kiss, he pushes off the wall and pins Steve against the opposite. His hand traveling around his hip, digging underneath his shirt. His warm hand against the soft tingly skin of Steve. He moans ever so slightly into the kiss, opening his lips slightly. Steve takes the opportunity and slowly swishes his tongue against his lips. Eddie bites into the kiss, welcoming his advances, and pulls his closer into his chest. 

The passion between them was unimaginable. It was reckless and beautiful. It was water taking absolutely forever to finally boil. But now that it’s boiled, it will never stop. The two knew it, almost immediately. Just like when they saw each other for the first time. This is forever. This is meant to be. This is destined, written in their stars. 

Steve entangles his fingers within the back of Eddie’s hair. His other hand pressing firmly against the small of his back. Eddie’s fingernails dig into his hip bones, leaving little half moon indents that he plans to kiss later. Involuntarily, he presses deeply against Steve’s thighs. His hips slowly rutting against him as the kisses become more hot and heavy. Both of their minds bursting with dopamine. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP. 

Eddie pulls away only to stop the beating. However, Steve puts his thumb to his lips. He wipes away salvia with a smile on his face. The moment has passed. Nonchalantly, Eddie twists his wrist to show Steve the time. “1:04 am, right on the dot,” Steve confirms. “We did it,” Eddie adds breathlessly. Steve runs a hand through his hair, shooting glances at the closet’s door. “Guess you don’t have to drink after all,” he says while grabbing the knob. 

Quickly, Eddie places his palm gently upon the back of Steve’s hand. Their eyes slowly trail up towards each other. “What’s the plan, Harrington? We talking about this or pretending it never happened?” Eddie asks, pulling away. The side of Steve’s smile raises as he slowly shakes his head. “Oh, we’re talking about this,” he shares. “Just not with Buckley around.” Eddie lets out a small, but loud laugh. “I agree,” he murmurs. 

With both boys smiling, Steve slowly turns the knob to open the door. He whispers, “Hello?” as his eyes desperately look for Robin. She is prone to hiding and popping out for a scare so Steve is always on edge. As he carefully walks down the hall and to the living room, he stops sharply. Eddie’s analyzing eyes don’t realize and he bumps heavily against Steve’s back. Steve shushes him, while raising his arms up to keep him from moving forward. 

Just before the two of them is a hot and heavy hook up between Nancy and Robin. 

Eddie cups his face with widening eyes as Steve turns to him with a finger pressed against his lips. “Go back to the closet,” he whispers. The two boys quietly rush back in, slowly closing the door behind them. “What’s the plan, Munson?” Steve asks with a smile. “I say, Buckley can come find us,” he answers with a bounce to his brow. With a smile, Steve crashes his lips against Eddie. His arms wrapped around his waist as Eddie’s arms loosely circle his neck. The two are happily in love and happily aware of each other’s love. Best friends turned lovers. Meant to be.

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Road to El Dorado but Steddie?

Only a blorbo for @batboysxprompts Friday 13th event bc I'm running on fumes

"You seem awfully lucky today."

Eddie turned away from his loot, eyeing the man that approached him. The handsome face was distracting enough he almost missed the uniform. Almost.

He put on his most charming smile.

"What, is it a crime to be Lady Luck's favorite, now?"

"No, of course not," the man smiled back, and oh shit, Eddie's charm was being overpowered tenfold. The man leaned his arms (so, so toned) on the bar next to him. "It is a crime though to use weighted dice."

Eddie's eyes widened in scandalized shock.

"One must have no honor to do such a thing!" he exclaimed.

"Indeed," the man nodded. "Only spineless thieves use them."

"Ah, the worst kind of man," Eddie nodded along, trying to eye his exits but the man was leaning close and focusing on him like he was pinning a moth onto a display.

"No, I think there are worse people."

Eddie licked his lips.

"Who would that be?"

"Con artists."

Someone sneezed.

It was a trigger that made them both jump into action.

Eddie snatched his wrist away from a sudden grip and pushed his drink to spill on the man while he ran. The guard had more than a face to offer though, his reflexes fast enough to snatch on Eddie's bag. He's been living this way for years though, so he slipped easily away with a practiced twist of his body.

He ran out of the tavern without looking back, ducking into alleys and doors he'd engraved into his brain through the years. He only stopped when he landed in a forgotten attic with only one point of entrance. Completely out of breath, he fell on the dusty floor. Finally he could bask in his treasure in peace. He scrambled to get his bag open, shuffled through it, then upended it on the floor. His notebook, a few rings and some fruit tumbled out but there was no sign of the thing he cheated so hard for.

The El Dorado map was gone.

***

Steve Harrington looked at the only thing left in his hands from the elusive con artist Edward Munson. It was a scroll which upon unfolding revealed a map. It was a lot less descriptive than the ones he was used to, and more rumpled, like not once in its existence has it been stored properly. He wondered if it was worth enough to lure the thief back. 

That led him to the local library and the only person he could trust enough with such a thing.

Robin studied the map and compared it to various texts and illustrations until the night settled around them and he finally got his answer in the form of excitement sparkling in his friend's eyes.

He smirked to himself.

"Guess Lady Luck isn't so fond of him after all."

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For @batboysxprompts 'Bat to the Bone' Steddie Flash Event

Expanding on THIS drawing I did ages ago (don't look at it, it is the first digital thing I've ever drawn and I did the pixel thingy wrong). I really only have three different ideas turning like a rotisserie in my head.

"Aw, come on, Steve, they are so cute!" Robin chimes as she scratches a small, fluffy bat behind the ear with sickly affection.

She is sitting on the floor by the coffee table, hand-feeding the thing from an upturned ziplock bag of mixed nuts and dried fruit, the pile spreading every time she goes to it. Meanwhile, Nancy spins around, watching as three more critters circle her, chirping away in unison and periodically dipping to rest delicately on her hand like she's a goddamn woodland-dwelling Disney princess.

"Why don't you like them?" Nancy adds, like she hasn't made this argument each time Steve has complained about the flying nightmares over the past two months.

He folds his arms, watching on from the archway into the living room.

But he doesn't stay standing in dramatic defiance for long because he is soon moving to slap away one bat coming for his arm, the one that always goes straight for a nibble on his biceps.

He can't tell any of them apart physically, even though everyone else can. Including the girls who have a rotation of names for the dozen or so bats that Eddie has "doing his bidding" or sends out "for protection" or whatever other excuse he has for them living in Steve's house 24/7.

At least they had enough sense to stay up in amongst the exposed wood beams when his parents were home a few weeks back.

"What the - "

Steve babbles incoherently as another (which Dustin so unhelpfully named Bat Steve due to his predilection for hair) comes swooping, landing directly in his hair. He knows better than to remove him because Bat Steve will hold on for dear life and tangle himself up to nest there.

He ignores him - as best he can ignore a literal bat brushing away at his hair like he's combing it - to continue, "So what happened at work today was perfectly fine, then? How are we supposed to explain that to Keith?"

"Just tell him a pigeon flew in through the door with a customer when the door opened and pooped everywhere," Nancy shrugs, ever the one to come up with a lie on the fly.

Robin clicks her fingers in agreement and points a finger at Nancy, "That's a good one."

Steve rolls his eyes, "Yeah a pigeon shitting red berries everywhere makes a whole lotta sense!"

He swats away Bicep Chomper again as Robin offers up more berries.

"Here you go," she coos, leaning in close.

"Maybe you should stop feeding them!" he snaps, turning heel into the entryway so he can use the hall mirror and figure out how to detangle Bat Steve.

Three others follow along, hovering around him in a flapping halo as he looks in the mirror.

"God damn it!"

He gesticulates wildly at his reflection, huffing and whining at the sight of a red smear on the collar of his predominantly white polo. He turns to look over his shoulder and, sure enough, there are more drip marks down the back of his work vest too.

"I need Eddie to wake up so he can take them while I shower," he whines, speaking more to himself than the girls who are now cooing in baby-talk to the bats still in the living room.

He is about to continue extracting Bat Steve when a laugh drifts down the staircase.

The bats go flying upwards. Except for Bat Steve, who merely attempts to do so but gets a claw caught up in a lock of Steve's fringe, giving an eye-watering tug as he goes. Steve grabs him and yanks him clean out, along with a few precious stands. At this rate, Bat Steve is going to send Human Steve bald.

"Come to your Vampir Master," Eddie commands in his Dungeon Master voice as he throws his arms wide.

He cackles when they each land along his right arm.

Steve rolls his eyes at the supposed Master. A joke everyone around him, all being nerds, ran into the ground. It honestly wasn't that funny anyway, considering the only real differences between Eddie before and after coming back from the Upside Down as a vampire are 1) no sunlight, 2) drinking blood, and 3) a bunch of unruly bats flapping about.

He opens his mouth to start up the laundry list of complaints he had been reciting since the bats pooped their way through his place of employment just after lunchtime. But Eddie smirks at him and winks.

Okay so maybe Steve enjoys the whole Master-Vampire boyfriend thing on occasion. He shakes his head. It just cannot be right now...

Eddie bounces down the stairs, lowering his arm and Bat Steve comes straight back.

"Eds, tell them to stop!" Steve dry sobs, sounding utterly childish as Eddie descends the stairs.

Showing Eddie-level dramatics wasn't exactly the game plan here but, with Bat Steve burrowing back into his hair, he can't help it.

His hair!

"Come here, Cordelia," Eddie coos, gently lifting Cordelia out of his hair.

But the relief is short-lived because now Steve can feel a critter crawling up his back to rest on his left shoulder. Oh no.

The others are very annoying and, in Cordelia's case, painful. And overall yeah, being followed around constantly by your vampire boyfriend's bat squadron is potentially life-ruining considering the carpet in Family Video is now covered in bat poop stains.

But this one (aka, Bitey) bites.

He points to his shoulder where he can hear Bitey chirping away, readying itself to attack, "At least stop this one!"

"Samwise, come with me, darling," Eddie instructs, reaching forward and flattening his palm.

Bitey (there's no way Steve is calling him anything other than that for now) retreats behind his neck, hiding. He does this a lot, the little shit.

"Sam," Eddie warns sternly.

The bat inches forward, clearly reluctant as Eddie plucks him off Steve's shoulder, a claw catching on the fabric of his polo. Eddie raises his hand so Bitey is at eye level.

"Stop biting. Only I get to bite Steve."

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[bmodiwrites]

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This was a work of love and took me quite a bit of time over the last few weeks. I hope that comes across as you read. Special thanks to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the amazing photos of Eddie & Steve. They are absolutely perfect for this story. I'm also using this as my movie au fill for the @batboysxprompts Valentine's prompts. Word Count: ~29k Warnings: There are brief mentions of child abuse, drug use/distribution and minor character death. Keep that in mind as you read! Summary:

Their fated romance started when Eddie and Steve were in their teens. They learned to love each other hard and fast, with the sort of reckless abandon only the young can prescribe to. It seems like it's absolutely perfect, but Eddie's past becomes a burden that breaks them apart.

19 years later, Wayne Munson dies, bringing Eddie and Steve back together. Is it fate that's drawing them towards the love that never left? After his accident, Eddie's more than willing to chalk his good fortune up to just about anything. Read to find out what happens when a chance occurrence gives Eddie the second chance he's always been looking for. Will their love win out or is the past too much for them to overcome?

Or - an attempt at a story about love that's lost and then found again.

It’d been quite a while since Steve was stood up.

While his dating history wasn’t all that extensive (especially with other boys), Steve had enough experience under his belt to read a person pretty well. He thought Eddie Munson’s quiet, obliviousness made him a sure thing. Steve figured the mere opportunity would bring that smart little man right out of his shell.

Instead, Steve was all by himself an hour and a half after the time Eddie agreed to meet him.

It usually wouldn’t have been that big of a deal to Steve, either. There were plenty of fish in the sea and a lot of them appreciated Steve’s time and effort. He even tried to remind himself of that when sadness trickled into his gut instead of the rightful anger that should’ve been there. A hit against his pride would’ve been easier to swallow than the disappointment that lingered.

Steve, despite not really knowing much about him, really liked Eddie. For the first time, maybe ever, Steve actually wanted to be seated across the table from another person just as eager to get to know him. The feeling was actually mutual.

At least, Steve had thought so.

Unable to sit there by himself any longer, Steve got up from his lonely table in the corner. As he did, the sight of Eddie’s cousin Gareth sitting with his knocked up girlfriend gave Steve one last burst of hope. Changing his trajectory, Steve bucked up some courage and walked with determination in Gareth’s direction.

“Where is he?” Steve asked without any preamble.

Gareth turned around with a knowing look in his eyes, his mouth already forming around the address to Wayne Munson’s place.

Steve was out of patience, so he didn’t linger around to show gratitude or make pleasantries. If all went according to plan, Steve would have lots of time to make amends with Eddie’s cousin. Something deep in Steve’s gut said this wouldn’t be the last time he and Gareth had to scheme to do what was best for Eddie.

Driving to the far side of town soothed some of Steve’s former irritation. He appreciated the ability to let everything go and listen to the music playing over the radio. By the time he pulled up to the auto shop, most of Steve’s resentment had trickled out into the night air.

Of course, it immediately came rushing back when Steve walked into the garage to see Eddie hiding behind the popped hood of a car. His plain white t-shirt was covered in oil and grease, rolled up over his biceps so that Steve had no other choice but to look (and admittedly appreciate the view). The whole scene made Steve see red.

As did Eddie’s opening words.

“I decided not to come.”

Blowing out an impatient breath, Steve stomped a little further into the garage. “Hm, yeah – I got that.”

Eddie had the decency to catch Steve’s eye, but only for a moment. It was hard to lie to someone while looking right at them. “I didn’t know how to get ahold of you.”

Snorting, Steve stopped his forward trek, opting to put both hands on his hips, instead. “Oh, well I was at Hop’s. You could’ve gotten ahold of me there.” His words were petty but Steve couldn’t help it. The hurt welling up inside of him was too much.

When Eddie ignored him, Steve rolled his eyes. Taking a second to breath and actually get a grip on his surroundings, Steve noticed a couple of things at once. A cot, still trussed up from someone sleeping on it, was pushed against the corner wall. What looked like Eddie’s things were scattered around the small camp bed.

“Are you living out here?” Steve thoughtlessly asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Is this some kind of game you’re playing? Huh? With your friends? A little science experiment you’ve got going on? What is it?” Eddie’s pitch was serious, the older boy obviously getting mad.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of Eddie’s suggestion. The only real friend Steve had was Robin and she supported him wholeheartedly. Though, Eddie didn’t know that. “What you’re suggesting is insane. I hope you know,” Steve said, choosing to deflect instead of answering with any truth.

“It’s insane, is it?” Eddie asked, clapping back with a sarcastic tone to his voice. “Maybe you just like strays.”

As the combative words settled over him, Steve’s earlier resolve to be rational and calm about this whole situation snapped. “Or, maybe I just like good guys who haven’t had it all handed to them.” Steve was wrung out and drained after admitting that. Though, Eddie obviously didn’t buy it.

His chuckle stung against Steve’s skin. As did the mumbled “right” that so easily fell from Eddie’s lips. Steve felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes – maybe this really was a lost cause.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Without actually waiting for an answer, Steve turned around to sadly march right back where he came from. The stubbornness within him didn’t let Steve get but a few steps out of the garage before more things to throw in Eddie’s direction popped up in his brain.

Eddie embarrassed him and Steve wasn’t going to let him win that easily.

“You know, I just wanted a date. I wanted to go somewhere and maybe have some food or some ice cream.” Steve paused for a second, taking what he could see of Eddie in. His beautiful brown doe eyes were peaking up from behind the hood, half of his face still dark and covered. “Come on, you ask me questions and I ask you questions. And if we just so happen to like the answers, Eddie, then maybe we go on another one. And if we don’t, then we won’t.”

His outburst was cathartic, though of no use. Eddie didn’t budge or fight back or say anything at all.

“Forget it. I’m exhausted. Sorry for wasting your time, Munson.” Steve ran both hands through his perfectly styled hair to cover up the sob that wanted to escape. He tugged at the strands, forcing pesky tears from the corner of his eyes. The physical pain helped to dull the one developing in his heart. “I’m done.”

Letting out a long breath, Steve turned to once again make the trip to his car. This time, he almost made it all the way in before the urge to go back and fight some more won. Steve was spinning himself up at the same time Eddie came running from the garage.

Their joint effort to keep going back and forth with each other would’ve been sort of cute if it didn’t come with the sight of a black and blue bruise taking up the left side of Eddie’s face. The older boy standing him up suddenly made a whole lot more sense now.

As if reading his mind, Eddie pointed up at his black eye. “This is why I didn’t want to go out in public.” There was shame in his voice, though Steve had no idea why. Eddie certainly didn’t give himself such a nasty bruise.

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[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Eddie Munson Has PTSD, Corroded Coffin travels for gigs, Texas in the 1980s, Steve and Eddie indulge in yummy food, Flight of the bats, The Bats of Congress Street Bridge, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Good Boyfriend, mentions of past trauma, hugging and cuddling, Eddie has a panic attack, Sunsets, Bats, Bat2thebone Steddie Event Language: English Stats:, Published:,2023-04-13, Words: 2001 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

While in Austin, Texas, for a Corroded Coffin gig, Steve and Eddie stumble on one of the newest tourist attractions since the early 80s. Will it bring back too many terrifying memories for Eddie?

For the Bat to the Bone: Steddie Flash Event

Image of the bats at sunset over Congress St. Bridge in Austin, Texas

Title from Two Suns In The Sunset by Pink Floyd (1983)

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[medusapelagia]

Fic snippet - Werewolf Steddie

A little snippet from the late entry for @batboysxprompts !

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[alicetallula]

BatBoysxPrompts - Secret Steddie Prompts - Steddie and Buckingham Ice Skating - 03.01.2024

Here is my artwork for the Secret Steddie Prompts Event created by @batboysxprompts

It was pleasure and a blast to draw Steddie and Buckingham on a double date ice skating 😊❤️

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, alcohol markers, colored pencils, graphite pencils, metallic ink pens and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

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[aringofsalt]

batboy86

Steve gets into ASMR. Then he meets his favourite artist.

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Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | T | 2147 words

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written for @batboysxprompts flash event 🖤

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