#when will i write steddie without robin??? never

[yabakuboi]

Robin has a love-hate relationship with Steve-and-Eddie. Love, because those are her best friends and her best friends are in love with each other and they never leave her out of anything. Hate, because sometimes she wishes they would because she keeps accidentally third-wheeling herself.

She doesn't hate it that much though, if she's honest. It's just fun to complain, especially because it riles the both of them up.

But right now, she's being quiet so she can witness one of her secretly-favorite Steve-and-Eddie rituals—of which there are many, but this one is silly and endearing.

It starts like this:

The waitress sets down their drinks, lemonade for Robin, coca-cola for Steve, and a cherry soda for Eddie.

"Don't you dare," Eddie says, even as Steve reaches for Eddie's drink, slipping his straw in next to Eddie's and slurping obnoxiously. Eddie doesn't even pretend to stop him anymore. "Unbelievable."

"I just want to taste it!"

"You could just get a whole glass of it! All for yourself!!"

"It's too sweet, I don't want a whole glass."

"What, so you think you can just help yourself to mine?"

Steve's grin is far too smug, even for Robin, even when Steve slides it to her so she can take a sip. Steve is right, it is really too sweet and she wrinkles her nose, but it's worth it for the offended gasp Eddie makes when she slides it back to him.

The diner is their favorite, because everyone who works there has given up on understanding their weird dynamic: Robin and Steve squished into on side of the booth while Eddie's spread out on the other, Robin making gagging noises whenever Steve brushes against her, even though they never sit in any other configuration. The staff has long since stopped asking which of them was her boyfriend, and that's perfect for her.

Besides, she knows that under the table, Steve and Eddie have their ankles locked together like the disgusting love-sick dorks that they are.

The Steve-and-Eddie show continues when their meals come out. Chicken fingers and fries for Steve because he's an actual child, and breakfast for dinner for Eddie because he likes to be contrary. And then the real performance begins.

They "fight" over the ketchup bottle, which really means that Eddie picks it up and Steve snatches it out of his hands—only for Steve to spread it over Eddie's scrambled eggs (gross) for him before he adds a disgusting amount to his own basket.

Eddie makes a game of stealing Steve's fries when he thinks he isn't looking (Steve is, he's tallying each one up in his head, Robin knows this because she's doing it too), and when he finally "catches" Eddie in the act, he steals Eddie's last piece of bacon—the one that's sat untouched for the last five minutes for this very reason.

Then, Eddie's "forcing" Steve to try his grits, like he does every time, and game eats a spoonful of it, every time, and then complains at length how much he hates it (and he actually does hate it, the texture is just not for him, Robin knows because it's the same for her too).

And then they do the worst, most disgusting thing ever: they split the pancake in half. Without fail. Without argument. Every time.

Robin, slurping on her strawberry milk shake that she will NEVER share with anyone ever, thinks that stupid pancake is like the symbol of their love or something. Sh's sure if they weren't in public, they'd be feeding it to each other.

"What?" They say it in unison, and Robin hates when they do that to her.

(Eddie complains about it right back at her, because she and Steve do the same thing to him all the time. They should blame Steve, since he's the common denominator, but he just looks so pleased about them both that they can't rag on him for it, so Eddie remains Robin's sworn enemy and vice versa.)

"What what?" she sneers at them, voice quiet. "You two are disgusting, it's like you're making out right in front of me right now."

"What are you, homophobic?" Eddie hisses back, just as quiet. "I'm in love with your best friend, Buckley. I'm making out with him in front of you for the rest of your life."

"Ugh! I hate you so much."

"Right back at you."

And then they start kicking at each other beneath the table, no doubt catching Steve's ankles in the crossfire. He doesn't tell them to stop though, and Robin can see that pleased, sappy smile on his stupid face out of the corner of her eye, so she lands an exceptionally harsh blow to Eddie's shin in retaliation for making her best friend so happy. He digs his heel into her toes in return.

#steddie #steddie fic #this was originally meant for a steddie love month prompt but i missed posting it up LOL #when will i write steddie without robin??? never #their three musketeer-ism is so important to me #they probably fight over her for best man at their wedding #and they are joint best man at her's #the robin eddie rivalry for steve's love but also they are steve protection squad and steve gossip mongers and steve hecklers #steve 'affection-starved' harrington absolutely thriving having two ppl obsessed with him rn #my fic #dribble drabble

[lunaicfantastic]

making yet another post for me and me alone BUT modern au eddie munson + sweet ida (album version) by the altogether = I am Feeling Things

#like an eddie who got tf out of hawkins a month or two after the whole vecna thing and ended up in nyc #he spent just long enough in hawkins post vecna to fall a little in love w steve but was like i gotta leave this place #everyone and their mother hates my guts and i refuse to pine over a straight man for the rest of my days #and he goes to new york but by god he cant stop thinkin about steve bc the man ripped apart a bat with his teeth #and dove into a lake and carried eddie out of hell like a guardian angel and eddies trying to figure himself out #but hes got all this trauma that he cannot speak of without getting disappeared by the feds and #he pours it into his music and finds himself writing about being lost in a city and hearing an angel and #someone seeing the part of him thats still a little kid looking to be loved and the months after vecna were hell #but there were so many pockets of joy and laughter and love and steve was there in every one #and now heres here and writing a song about a boy who is angel and home and muse and hundreds of miles away #a boy who will never love him; not the way eddie wants him to #and then its two years later and steve follows robin to nyu and sees eddie in a dingy little bar singing about an angel of some kind #and their eyes meet and fuck he's just as beautiful as he was when he left hawkins behind in a cloud of dust and #steves still just as hung up on eddie as eddie is on steve #robin tackles eddie after his set and within a month he and steve are sickeningly in love and nothing hurts #anyway #shut up anna #anna writes fic #ig #steddie #look ik the album isn't out on spotify yet and the single version doesn't have the intro that makes me go feral #but trust me #its so eddie coded #i have no impulse control so peep the notes for the intro lyrics that i just spent five minutes transcribing

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 5

And here we arrive at the second post today. I'm just trying to move through my backlog so that I'm down to my preferred three ahead. Glitters is at the rut, so only a chapter or two left to write, so that's almost done. Soulmates is to filling the gaps in the "In Media Res" scene and is nearing its end, too. Which means with any luck, I'll be down to just three WIP at the end of the month: Moonlight, Boy w/a Bat, and this one.

In this chapter, we have Eddie being a menace and giving Steve and Robin the fright of their lives. And because my Steddie never take anything slow, they kiss about it.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

****

The last spot on The Fallen’s American tour was Pasadena just to flip Dustin’s shit now that he was in Hawkin’s, Eddie was sure.

Eddie bought nose bleed seats because he didn’t want to throw Steve off of his playing. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass him and take the spotlight off their music.

He tucked his signature locks under a hat, removed his face piercings, and made sure all his tattoos were covered. He wore an Abbadon hoodie over his regular clothes and got into place in his seat.

He watched the whole show with great enthusiasm, banging along to his favorite songs.

Eddie was most of the way through the show when the twelve year old boy next to him clocked him for who he really is.

He put his finger up to his lips and winked. The boy nodded solemnly and he turned back to spectacle in front of them, like he hadn’t seen the frontman for the biggest metal band in the world sitting in the nose bleed seats for The Fallen.

Eddie lucked out on that one. Boys that age were of two schools of thought regarding secrets, either everyone knew or no one did. He stumbled on the latter.

Thank god!

He really didn’t want this to blow up on him before he got a chance to surprise Steve.

The concert was even more amazing than the one in Indy and Eddie’s skin was just thrumming with excitement as he paid off a member of stadium staff to send the flowers to the dressing room.

They let him wait in the wings without telling anyone who he was. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for Steve to get his flowers. But he wasn’t bored. He watched the roadies and techs scramble about breaking down the set pieces.

He saw two of them carrying Astraeus’s wings and they were even cooler close up. He could that they weren’t just glittery blue, but actual galaxies and constellations.

He was about to ask if he could touch them when a woman in a stylish, black pant suit and sunglasses came storming over to him in a panic.

“Eddie Munson?” she hissed. “Come with me, now!”

Eddie grinned. “Right with you, darlin’.”

He followed her all the way to the dressing room, hands in his back pockets and a skip in his step.

****

Steve was tired. Fuck he was so tired. He scrubbed his face trying to get the sweat off.

The dressing room was heavily guarded so that he could get out his getup to shower and get the patina of being on stage off of his skin.

He would get back into Abbadon before he walked out, but he just needed to be him for a moment.

He stepped out of the shower and looked around at the gifts from fans. The management had put in the ones they thought he would want to see the most.

In the pile was the most striking blue roses he had ever seen. They were almost a midnight blue. His favorite color and his favorite flower. He walked over to them slowly as he dried himself off with the towel.

There was a simple note.

“I know your secret, sweetheart.

But don’t worry, it’s safe with me.”

Steve’s hand shook as he read the note over and over again. He made a dive for his phone, towel forgotten on the floor.

He sent off a quick text to Robin.

-Find Eddie Munson, now!

He got a message back with just one word.

-How!

He replied.

-He’s here

Steve dressed and then sat down on the sofa, settling in to wait. Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and he put the mask up to his face while the door was open, intending to lower it again. But seeing Eddie standing there with a feral grin on his face.

He wavered, unsure.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said, his grin never leaving his face. “Did you like the flowers?”

The woman looked back and forth between them in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Eddie turned to her. “You see, Robin, I figured out that Stevie here is the lead singer of an up and coming metal band. And that you two have been keeping secrets.”

Steve dropped the mask in shock, revealing his face. “How?”

Robin took off her sunglasses. “Who told? Who the fuck do I have to sue?”

Eddie smirked. “No one.”

“You’re trying to tell me,” she said with a scoff, “that Mr Double Super Senior figured out something that had been so closely guarded for the last couple of years?”

“Yup!”

Steve stood up and threw the mask on the sofa. He walked carefully over to the man he closely regarded as his best friend, the high heels of his costume clicking on the wood floor.

“How’d you do it, Eds?” he whispered when he got close enough. “How did you figure it out before the press, before our friends who are literal geniuses, before my own fucking parents?”

Eddie lifted up Steve’s jaw up with his fingers and then tapped on the two moles on the side of his neck. The ones Eddie always thought of as love bites.

“My moles?” Steve asked, unsure.

“I noticed them when I went to the concert with Dustin in Indy,” Eddie said softly. “That’s how I knew it was you.”

“Have you got some obsession with moles or something?” Robin sneered.

He shook his head. “Just Stevie.”

Steve gasped. “Oh.”

“Oh,” Robin repeated. “I’m still going to have to make you sign an NDA. I’m sorry. I know you won’t tell, but I have to be sure.”

Eddie nodded. “Send it to my lawyers.”

She nodded and slipped out of the door, barely opening it wide enough for her to exit. She put the glasses back on and decided she needed a drink. A big one. Maybe three.

****

“Sit down, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “I know how exhausting shows can be and you did it in high heels.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle but did as he was told.

“I never thought that someone would figure it out,” he said shakily. “I’m so scared right now.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. “Oh, Stevie. I didn’t think it would frighten you, otherwise I would have just kept my mouth shut.”

Steve looked him in the eyes. “I’m not frightened of you or that you would tell. It’s just that old adage of if you want to keep a secret between two people–”

“You kill one,” Eddie finished grimly. “I know, baby.”

After a few months of silence Steve whispered, “So you’re obsessed with me?”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Yeah. Have been for years.”

“How long?” Steve asked biting his lip and playing with the sleeve of his hooded coat. He looked away not sure he really wanted the answer. Was this new, because he was in a metal band? Was it recent, with Steve not being as readily available as he was before?

“Since high school.”

Steve’s head snapped up and he looked at up at him in awe. “Holy shit, Eds, that’s forever.”

A soft, fond smile spread out over Eddie’s face, his dimples deepening to sharp lines on his cheeks.

It was Steve’s favorite smile of his. And one he was learning might just be for him and him alone.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie breathed, “I know.”

They were so close, their breath mingled together, their noses brushed and Steve’s eyelashes fanned out, almost touching Eddie’s cheek.

Steve let out a gasp and Eddie closed the distance. Their lips met and Steve would swear for years to come that there were god damned fireworks. There had to be. Nothing and no one had ever felt like this. It was warm and soft and hot and sexy and bright and dark all at once. Every nerve ending lit up where just their lips touched.

And then Eddie cupped the back of his head and whatever thoughts that were in Steve’s head flew out the window. Every fear, every anxiety, every doubt went running for the hills. All he needed in this very moment was Eddie.

Until the end of time.

“Wow,” Eddie breathed when he finally managed to pull away.

Steve could only agree. “Um...can you meet me at my hotel?”

Eddie licked his lips. He wanted to take Stevie apart right then right there. But it would put Steve in danger of being discovered.

And that could not happen.

Now that he knew Steve’s secret, now that Steve was letting him in. Like all the way in, he would do anything to protect him.

“Yeah, baby,” he agreed. “I’ll meet you there. Message Celeste,” he winked, “and let her know to sneak me in.”

Steve relaxed that final increment. He kissed him fiercely. “Thanks for understanding, Eds. I love you so much.”

Eddie blushed, shoving a strand of hair into his mouth to hide his face. “Ah, sweetheart. There’s nothing to thank me for. I’d burn the world down for you if you asked.”

Steve kissed him again. “I think it’s best if I go out first and then message you when the coast is clear.”

Eddie nodded.

He was still in disguise. Only four people knew who he was. The kid, Robin and Steve, and the dude he paid to get the flowers in Steve’s dressing room.

Which Eddie would send his own team of lawyers to make sure the man didn’t so much as breathe the wrong direction.

He would then, of course meet with “Celeste” and “Abbadon” to construct the perfect cover story for Steve being on the tour with Corroded Coffin. Provided Steve said yes.

Twenty minutes later, Eddie emerged from the dressing room to see only a couple of roadies still milling around.

He blinked at one of them for a moment, but then the guy disappeared around a corner and he couldn’t be sure.

He would swear later it looked like Simon Olsen. Steve’s friend. But that couldn’t be right? Couldn’t it?

He shook himself off. He had a hotel to get to and paparazzi to dodge.

Eddie slipped into his old middle school persona. The one from before he moved in with his uncle, Wayne. The one where he could shrink in on himself.

Become... not invisible, per se. Not important enough to be worth a look at.

He removed the hoodie and handed it to fan lingering outside. He roughed up his hair, untied the shoelaces on his boots, rubbed dirt on his knees and hands.

Once his new disguise was in place, he shambled down the street and people moved right through him as if he wasn’t there.

Eddie had to fight down a grin. People were eaten up with curiosity on how he could avoid getting papped no matter where he went. And this right here was his secret. Appear homeless and no one would give a damn.

He got into position and texted ‘Celeste’ he had arrived. He took the time to smooth out his hair and stretch out his spine. Walking hunched over like that hurt as he kicked and screamed into his late twenties. Something he never thought he would reach.

He texted Jeff to let him know he wouldn’t be back to night and settled in to wait.

Soon enough he was led up through the back way and then into Steve’s hotel room.

As soon as the door closed, Steve was on him.

“Are you okay? Did anyone see you?” And then, “Why are you so dirty?”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Just a little thing I learned from dear ole dad about walking about unseen. So just let me clean up a bit and I’m all yours.”

Steve bit his lip and nodded nervously.

Eddie chuckled. “Unless you wanted to join me in the shower?” he said over his shoulder.

Steve perked right up and followed Eddie into the en suite bathroom, kicking the door closed with a grin.

****

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 4th: Rejection | Arsonist’s Lullaby - Hozier | Lost a/n: pre-steddie post-s4, angst with soft, happy ending because I'm a marshmallow. un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

All Eddie Munson has ever wanted to do is play music. 

That’s it. There are other hobbies, of course, other things that bring him joy– D&D, fantasy novels, art– but ever since he was a kid, whenever a teacher would ask what he wants to be when he grows up, it’s always the same answer. 

I wanna play music. 

As a kid, it seems less daunting. He just has to practice, he just has to play, he just has to have the passion to make it big. To be the next Kirk Hammett, or Eddie Van Halen, or Ozzy Osbourne if he can teach himself to carry a tune. 

Making friends is hard, but he manages to find a few in middle school who can play the instruments he can’t– drums, bass. Eddie takes the role of frontman, not exactly a singer still but he’s charismatic enough to get away with it at their school talent show.

High school comes, and Corroded Coffin is revamped. New vibe, new members. He’s older now, a little more jaded with each rejection. 

No one wants their EP, recorded by hand in Gareth’s garage onto cheap cassette tapes. 

No venue will let them play, and Eddie knows that it’s probably because they’re in high school but hadn’t The Cure started in high school? 

No one believes in them, trying to push them– especially Eddie– to consider more successful careers, safer paths. 

But eventually, they book a regular gig at The Hideout and Eddie’s certain this is it. This is their big break. Until they play week after week, staring at the same five plastered faces every Tuesday. If they can prove themselves though, the owner will have to let them play on a Friday or Saturday.

He never does. 

The final nail in the proverbial coffin comes after Eddie’s final senior year. Being accused of murder should have beefed up his credibility if nothing else– he’s already been traumatized, terrorized, and hunted like a goddamn dog, nevermind almost killed via hoard of angry mutant bats. Surely, he’ll catch at least one break. 

And then the owner at The Hideout tells him he can’t play there anymore. 

The hoards of people who still blame him for Chrissy Cunningham’s death are too much for him to manage himself and, in his words, Eddie’s driving away good business. His heart shatters, his breath catches, and Eddie leaves without a word because if he were to try to speak, all that would come out is either an enraged scream or a choked sob and Eddie doesn’t want to risk either. 

He drives around aimlessly for an unknown amount of time, just circles around the outskirts of Hawkins. Maybe I’ll just leave, he thinks. Indianapolis might be far enough. Maybe Chicago. Fuck it, maybe Argyle and Jonathan can put me up for awhile in California. Eddie wants to go somewhere that makes him forget just how lost he is, how unwanted and forgotten he’s become. Being the social pariah is only fun when he’s making speeches on cafeteria tables, not when it boots him out of his one and only career path. 

Somehow, he ends up in Loch Nora. He can’t face Wayne right now, he doesn’t want to bother Robin or Nancy, he’s already let Jeff, Gareth, and Freak down in the worst way imaginable, and if he goes to his mom’s or Chrissy’s tombstones with one more sob story, he’s afraid they’ll start haunting him. Steve’s become a friend over the last year or so it makes sense. Process of elimination and all of that. 

He doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to realize that he’d started driving that way before he ruled everyone else out. 

Steve welcomes him like he always does and offers him a beer, sitting with him in companionable silence on the couch as they watch Monty Python and The Holy Grail and laugh at the same parts. Eddie knows Steve can see that he’s upset but instead of asking questions Eddie isn’t ready to answer, he just sits a little closer with their thighs touching and one arm strewn over the back of the couch, just barely grazing Eddie’s shoulder. 

The movie ends and Steve moves to switch the tape when Eddie finally speaks up. 

“The Hideout kicked us out. Can’t play there anymore.” 

Eddie sees Steve freeze from behind before turning, his eyebrows knitted together above his nose. “Are you fucking serious?” 

He nods and sighs, lifting one hand to chew on this thumbnail as he looks at the wall beyond Steve. 

“That’s bullshit, dude. Why? Because of the protestors or whatever?” 

He nods again. 

“Want me to go down there? I’ve still got my bat around here somewhere. It might be nice to swing at something that’s not trying to like, eat me.” 

Eddie huffs a small laugh through his nose and meets Steve’s eyes, their righteous anger blending with his own as he sees Steve cross his arms over his chest. It’s hard not to stare. 

 “Well, then at least I wouldn’t be the only guy in this town wanted for murder.” 

Steve shakes his head and just chooses another movie, Howard the Duck this time, before returning to his spot on the couch. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite movies but he can’t focus to save his life because Steve is even closer now, his arm draped fully across Eddie’s shoulders and creating a space for Eddie to easily just… rest. So he does. 

The title sequence starts and Eddie’s head drops to the side, resting on Steve’s shoulder. It’s one of his favorites but he can’t follow the plot to save his life. All he can focus on is the way Steve’s fingers trace symptoms and shapes against the cotton of his tee shirt, and the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the feeling of Steve’s head leaning against the top of his. 

“I had a new song and everything,” Eddie whispers, surprising both himself and Steve. 

Steve hums and tightens his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, a ghost of a hug. “Play it for me sometime?”

All Eddie Munson has ever wanted to do is play music. And maybe he still can.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #eddie month #stranger things fanfiction #st fic #myblurbs #eddie month prompts #and then eddie and corroded coffin start playing other small venues outside of hawkins #steve helping however he can and then recruiting everyone else who's available to come cheer #eventually they play the right gig at the right time and bing bang boom eddie's dreams come true <3333 #he's just a little guy and he deserves happiness #duffer bros i'm in your walls

[moonstruckme]

could you write steve harrington x reader x eddie munson?

something like, Eddie invited Steve to see his band playing at a bar and during the presentation Steve starts to flirt with the reader cause he thinks she's the most gorgeous girl ever, and hes actually happy cause she is flirting back, and when the show ends Eddie gets to them and he is like "yeah shes my girlfriend but don't worry we like to share"

Hi, thanks so much for your request! This got a bit long, but I hope you like it :)

Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Steve knows that, in theory, he's supposed to be here for Eddie. And Eddie is good, commanding the attention of the entire bar, the colored lights seeming to shine more brightly upon him. It's unfair to his bandmates, really, but Eddie's just like that. Has been from the first time Steve met him, and he's grown more fascinated with the other man each day since.

It's part of why, when Eddie had asked Steve and no one else to come to his show that night, Steve hadn't hesitated before cancelling his plans with Robin. But now that he's here, he finds his attention unwillfully divided between the bright, shining star on the stage and the girl beneath it, glowing softly like the moon.

It seems like every bit of light that catches Eddie refracts back onto you, and you beam up at him, clearly enamored. Steve knows the feeling. Maybe it's that kinship that drives him towards you, maybe it's something else, but Steve finds himself drifting through the crowd, letting himself be bashed around by overenthusastic moshers, until he's beside you.

"Do you know their stuff?" he shouts over the music, jerking his chin towards the band.

You smile, eyes roaming his face appreciatively, and Steve's mouth goes utterly dry. He didn't begrudge you the attention you were bestowing upon Eddie, but having it directed at him is something different entirely. Steve wonders if he's never been properly looked at in his life, if this is what it's supposed to feel like.

"I do!" Your enthusiasm is adorable, and Steve finds himself grinning back at you as if in a trance. "I go to all of their shows. Is this your first one?"

"Yeah," Steve says, debating whether to tell you he knows someone in the band. What if you want him to introduce you to Eddie? He's not sure if he could stand watching as the two most gorgeous people he's ever seen get together right in front of him; Steve's too selfish for that.

He's saved from his moral dilemma when you nod cheerfully, as if Steve's just given more than a bland, one-word response. "Yeah, didn't think I'd seen you here before. Whaddya think?"

This, he can answer with complete honesty. "I really like it. They're awesome." Some of them more of others, in Steve's opinion. But he might be biased.

You look downright jubilant at his answer, and Steve's happy to have something in common with you. "Aren't they?" you yell back, still bopping your head to the rhythm even as you devote most of your attention to Steve. Eddie starts on a guitar solo, and you both abandon your conversation to watch, whooping above the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie grins, Steve's not sure which one of you it's directed at. Once the chorus starts again, you grab at Steve's collar, pulling him closer so you can yell in his ear. He's eager to oblige you. "You should come to more shows, if you can. I'd love to have someone to hang out with."

Steve hopes the lighting is camoflaging his blush, but there's no hiding the beaming grin that comes to his face at what he hopes you're implying. "Sounds good to me," he yells back, taking the opportunity to put his hand in your hair under the premise of gaining easier access to your ear. "Actually, I'm really thirsty. Come to the bar with me for a drink? I'll buy."

You agree without any further persuasion, and while neither of you ever takes your attention completely off the band, you spend the rest of the set chatting at the bar. By the time Eddie hops down from the stage, your hands are joined on the bartop, and you're running your thumb along Steve's knuckle flirtatiously. Eddie heads straight for the two of you and Steve wilts slightly, knowing the jig is up, but when Eddie grins at him, he can't help but smile back. It's an automatic response.

"Hey," Eddie greets him, before his eyes find you. "Hi, sweet thing." He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and your cheek dimples where he kisses it. "Did you have fun?"

You hum in happy affirmation. "I met Steve."

Eddie chuckles. "Yeah, I can see that, baby." His gaze falls on Steve, who's busy wishing a sinkhole would open under his seat and swallow him up. "I was gonna introduce you to my girlfriend after the show, but it seems like you found each other without me."

"Your girlfriend," Steve repeats dazedly. He looks between the two of you, waiting for someone to be offended. Should it be him? You were flirting with him too, or had he misread everything? There was no way Eddie didn't see your hands atop the bar, fingers intertwined. "I—I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were together. I wouldn't've—"

"Shit, relax, Harrington," Eddie laughs, and now Steve's definitely offended. How could he have thought Eddie liked him, when he would laugh at Steve's humiliation like this? "My bad, I should've explained. Y/N is my girlfriend, but we're not...exclusionary."

Steve says nothing, letting his flabberghasted expression speak for him.

"I was sort of hoping you guys would hit it off tonight. We're into sharing," Eddie says it casually, as if its not the most surprising and objectively the best news Steve has heard in his entire life.

"Wait." Steve wants to be sure he has this right. "So you," he looks at Eddie, grinning smugly as he watches Steve put it together, "and you," he turns to you, gazing at him with kind, hopeful eyes, "are in a relationship, but you want...me, to be in your relationship too?"

"If you want to," you say softly, squeezing Steve's hand. "Eddie's been campaigning for this for weeks, and after tonight, I'm pretty sold on the idea too." You laugh a little, and Steve realizes, for the first time, that you're nervous.

"Yeah." Steve's palm is sweaty against yours, but the answer comes to him easily. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." Eddie doesn't seem surprised, necessarily, but his smile is giant and goofy, and you seem equally thrilled. "Then how about I order us some more drinks?"

Steve's only had one tonight, but as Eddie slings his other arm around his shoulder, wrapping the three of you in a loose hug, he feels plenty drunk already.

#count how many times I used “attention” in this omfg #there aren't enough adequate synonyms #or at least that I could find #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steddie #steddie x reader #steve x eddie x reader #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie drabble #steddie imagine #steddie scenario #steddie oneshot #steddie one shot #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

[momotonescreaming]

💛 for whatever ship you decide 🥰

also steddie for this one, what can I say, I got into a groove

Prompt: 💛 reunion kiss / relief

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Steve slams the door behind him, wincing as the mugs littering the trailer walls rattle with the force of it. Sighing deeply, he shucks his jacket off, takes his keys out of his pocket and throws them both onto the Munson’s kitchen table. Stands there for a second, and enjoys the fact that he’s not in his parent’s house anymore, they don’t have their judgemental eyes on him, he can finally be without being watched.

His parents, the neighbours, the ever present threat of reputation and the Harrington name.

He didn’t have to worry about that with Eddie, who he hadn’t seen in well over a week. His parents rushing into Hawkins like a tornado and disrupting whatever routine Steve had set himself. Cancelling his movie nights, and dates, hangouts with Robin. He didn’t even have the time to watch the game on TV. Reading the scores in the papers the next day, or hearing it on the radio just wasn’t the same.

It was all about them. Never Steve, never considering him a person in his own right. He was a prop, a pawn, something for them to pick up and put down again when they got bored.

“Wayne?” And aching familiar voice calls, echoing out of the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s turning, weight falling off of his shoulders as he lets Eddie’s voice wrap around him. “Why’re you home early?”

“I’m not,” Steve calls back, trying not to cringe into himself as he realises just how tired he sounds.

“Steve?” Eddie says, voice raising, and there’s a slight thump noise as Steve watches his boyfriend rush to his bedroom door and throw it open. “I thought you’d never be free.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve admits, feeling a little like he’s about to melt into the trailer floor. Slowly making his way over to Eddie, automatically, instinctively — watching as Eddie does the same. Opening his tattooed arms, wrapping Steve into them as soon as he can. Enveloping him into a hug.

“I got you,” Eddie mumbles, and Steve buries his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

He hugs his boyfriend back, letting the warmth of Eddie seep into him. Settle the ache, the worry, the wear and tear of being around his parents. Sighs, the tension falling off his shoulders, his muscles easing, no longer wound tight. He takes a breath, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s arms around him, the soothing and familiar smell of cigarettes and his shampoo.

Pulling back, Steve takes the moment to cradle Eddie’s cheeks in the palm of his hands. Drawing along his jawline. Eddie’s eyes soften as they lock onto his, comforting, inviting. Steve smiles, soft and weary, and pulls Eddie into a kiss.

Eddie lets himself be pulled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. A comforting weight, as Steve keeps his kisses soft. Almost light. For comfort, for intimacy, for love. They don’t need to go any further, don’t even need to move from that spot, as Eddie kisses Steve back. Puts as much care and comfort into every press of his lips as he can.

It’s like stepping under a waterfall, wrapping yourself up in a blanket on a hot summers day, finally taking your pants off after a big meal. It’s comfort. Eddie’s comfort. Knowing exactly when to step in, and when to stay back. When to let Steve work through it on his own, and when to draw Steve into his arms.

He knows when to keep kissing. Sinking into the moment, hands splayed on Steve’s back. Eyes fluttering shut and kissing his boyfriend for as long as he needs.

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[justmeinadaze]

Could you write a steddie x reader fic where the reader is a brat and they put her in her place

No rush at all take your time :) 💗

A/N: I'm posting this on my phone so I hope it comes our right! Enjoy ❤

Warnings: Dom steddie/ sub reader, punishment (spanking with a belt)

Word count: 1157

Where are they? I hate being at these social events alone.

Tonight, your friends Nancy and Jonathan were celebrating their engagement and you seriously couldn’t be happier. The thing was as soon as you and the guys showed up to their little get together, they almost immediately detached from your side to talk to other people.

You weren’t a fan big groups of people and hated not having at least one of them near you to ground yourself. After wondering the house for a few minutes, you finally found Steve sitting by the pool talking to Robin who greeted you with a big smile.

“Hey Robin. Steve, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Actually, baby, we’re kind of in the middle of a conversation here. Is it important or do you think you can go find Eddie?”

Without responding, you turned on your heels to search for the metalhead who suddenly appeared at the kitchen table with the other Hellfire kids as they excitedly discussed something Dungeons and Dragons related.

“Um, Eddie… EDDIE!” It took him awhile to even look your way which aggravated the hell out of you. “Can I talk to you, please?”

“Is it important, sweetheart? Do you think you can go find Steve and we can talk about it later?” He didn’t wait for an answer before turning to continue his conversation with Mike.

You growled under your breath at his dismissal.

“EDWARD!” All conversation at the table ceased as the man slowly turned his head towards you. “I need to talk to you.”

He rose to his feet, his hand roughly squeezing your arm as he pushed you away from his friends. “Y/N, if you think I won’t bend you over this table and spank you in front of these people you are sadly mistaken. Now…I am in the middle of a conversation. Go find Steve.”

“Steve told me to come find you.”

“Then we’re both busy, huh, princess? Believe it or not the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

Something snapped inside of you at his words and he saw it as his head tilted to the side.

“No, Sir. You are absolutely right. The world doesn’t revolve around me. Let me just go find someone else who isn’t busy.” You glared at him before grabbing a glass of wine off the counter and disappearing from his view.

An hour and two glasses of wine later, you find your anxieties start to fade.

“I think you’ve had enough.” An arm appears from behind you and you turn to see Steve taking the glass from your hand.

“Excuse me but I don’t think I asked. This a party, Daddy. Why don’t go have fun with Robin and I’ll have fun by myself.”

A smirk paints his lips as he glares down at you. “I heard Eddie already gave you one warning so I’m not going to bother. Disobey or talk back again and we’ll punish you right here. I don’t care who hears you scream.”

Your eyes never leave his as you reach towards the counter, grab the bottle of wine, and close your eyes as you chug it back.

When you open them again you find his grin has grown as he reaches out to gently caress your cheek with his thumb. “Ok, little girl. Eddie?”

You’re suddenly lifted into the air as two arms wrap around you and carry you down a hallway into a nearby bathroom. You yelp as your thrown against the sink and a rough hand presses on your upper back to keep you still as your face presses into the granite.

“Let’s see. You said she disrespected you, she just talked back to me, and disobeyed. What do you think, Ed? 15?”

“Are you using the belt or your hand?”

“I was thinking belt. You know, make sure it really sinks in that she’s being a little brat.”

You try and push back against Eddie’s hold but he just grips you tighter as they casually talk. “Maybe 10 then for now and then an additional punishment when we get home?”

“Sounds good to me.”, Steve chuckles as you hear the sound of his belt buckle behind you. After roughly lifting your skirt and pulling down your panties, you braced for what was about to follow. “Now I know you’re struggling with listening today, baby, but this should be easy for you. I want you to count and then when we’re done, I want you to thank us. Do you understand?”

You growled through your teeth and Eddie responded by tugging at your hair. “He asked you something. You fucking answer. You keep behaving this way and we can open the door so everyone can see.”

“No. I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, Daddy, I understand.” The leather promptly came down on your behind and you gasped at the feeling. “One.”

“I will never understand why you insist on doing things the hard way, little girl.”

*SMACK*

“Two.”

“I mean wouldn’t it be easier to just do what we say the first time around instead of arguing or being disrespectful?” You winced as he hit you twice and you moaned out the numbers.

“I-I-I tried to be respectful! Y-you both brushed me off!”

*SMACK*

“Mmm…five.”

“What did I tell you, little one? If Daddy and I are busy then we are busy. If it’s not important then you can wait.” Your hand reached around to grip Eddie’s wrist as the belt came down again.

“Six. Y-y-you know I don’t like social situations. I-I-I get scared.” You felt the brat leak away as the little girl stepped forward into the headspace. The little girl that needed them to take care of you and make you feel safe.

The tears slowly begin to fall as he hit you two more times before you felt a hand lightly brush through your hair. “We’re almost done, honey. Two more. You’re taking your punishment like such a good girl.”, Steve cooed in a much softer tone than he had before.

Eddie lifted his hand off your back and gently placed it on your cheek as his thumb rubbed under your eyes. You flinched as he smacked the belt against you again before landing his final one against your ass.

“Ten. Th-thank you, Daddy and Sir. I’m s-s-sorry.”

Your underwear was carefully pulled up your legs as your skirt was pushed back down and adjusted the way it had looked before. Steve turned you around and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist as you nuzzled his chest. You felt Eddie come up behind you and do the same as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“You did really good, baby.”

You pulled away from them as you wiped your eyes, Steve reaching his palm out to smooth down your hair.

“Can one of you please stay with me? I…I don’t like crowds.”

Eddie’s fingers reached for yours as he held your hand. “Of course, princess. That is considered important. You being comfortable IS important. I wish you had said something.”

“Instead of being a pain in the ass.”

You smile at them as you sigh. “I’m sorry. I’ll be clear next time. I promise!”

“Naw, you’ll be a fucking brat next time but that’s ok. We definitely don’t mind reminding who’s in charge.”

#steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #joseph quinn #fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #joe keery #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #daddy steve harrington #sir eddie munson #steddie x y/n #eddie fanfic #steddie ask

[forestmossling]

so i’ve just read this fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9905366

(which was very nice by the way, but it kept me on edge all the way through with everybody being mentally stable and having good relationships with their family)

and it gave me an idea of a platonic (i feel crazy even clarifying this, but, you know. just in case.) stobin fic where steve was out of job and started a fake boyfriend gig for some cash and robin hired him for some family gathering to throw her relatives off the scent. they begrudgingly hit it off and being affectionate came easily to them after a while, so steve immediately thought that he’d found his One And Only (valiantly ignoring the fact that something felt off in their dynamic, that when they hugged or played with each other’s hair or bickered it didn’t really feel like having a girlfriend, but he was too lonely and confused about his feelings, so he just latched onto the most logical and easy conclusion) and robin thought “steve’s so great at this whole fake flirting thing and thank god he’s never going to hit on me because it’s literally his job and he’s done it a thousand times already” and tentatively hoped that she’d found a new friend she could keep. but then they had The Bathroom Talk somewhere in robin’s relatives’ house, probably sloshed after the *insert a holiday* party, and steve shot his shot and robin came out and they cried in each other’s arms and became Best Friends Forever and lived happily ever after. the end.

and then there’s eddie somewhere in there too (because i’m a steddie slut first and foremost): maybe as robin’s best friend, who had found the craigslist ad in the first place and watched the whole train wreck from the sidelines, trying not to crush on the “very obviously straight” steve who was “very obviously crushing on robin” and steve getting to know him throughout the whole ordeal and being even more Confused about his feelings. and when robin rejected him, being surprised that he felt more relieved than heartbroken and realizing the one he’d like to smooch and hold hands with was actually not robin, but eddie.

and then, after the whole thing, when people see steve and robin’s dynamic and inevitably assume they’re dating they just start laughing hysterically without actually explaining anything or lean into it instead and start retelling their fake story and exaggeratively fawning over each other while giggling uncontrollably like little children while eddie just sighs and ponders the life decisions that brought him to that point in the background.

anyway. i’m not going to write this (i’m realistic, okay?), but somebody definitely should. so. just putting it out there.

#platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #the hallmarkification of platonic stobin #because you know #i love myself a good old-fashioned corny trope #but why do they always have to end up together?? #steddie #(please) #eddie munson #somebody write this #i’m begging you on my knees #fic prompt #stranger things fic #ao3 #stranger things

[viviseawrites]

i was super excited to jump in and pinch-hit for the Steddie Omegaverse VDay Exchange since it meant i got to write this fun little omegaverse soulmate fic for eddiessluttylittlewaist on ao3! the first chapter is live now, and the remaining two should be up later this week.

the way that things are turning

rated E | chapter 1 of 3 | 5,850 words

get a peak at the opening scene below.

Steve knows as soon as the tarp flies off the boat. It takes him by surprise, cresting over him and then crashing down, pulling him under like a fucking riptide. For a second, it’s just mate mate mate—sweet burnt caramel, toasted marshmallow and coffee and molasses and whiskey. It’s like a goddamn sugar rush.

That moment of shock is more than long enough for Eddie to slam him up against the wall of the boathouse. There’s a sharp bottle at his neck and his soulmate is right in front of him, holding him in place, pinning him down. Steve tilts his head back, away from the glass, but part of him just wants to expose his neck and show his willingness to submit. He only barely holds in a growl at the sight of Eddie’s wide eyes and shaking lips.

Jesus christ, but Eddie Munson smells good. Steve’s mouth drops open, dragging air across his tongue like he can taste it. Dustin’s making a commotion somewhere off to the side, but Steve thinks he’s good right here, even if he wants Eddie to drop his makeshift weapon so Steve can scent him properly.

Except Eddie isn’t shoving his face against Steve’s skin. He’s not gulping in deep, desperate breaths. In fact, he looks wide-eyed and panicked and absolutely gone, completely feral, and Steve realizes it’s because he is. His adrenaline picks up then, remembering stories of omegas going feral and killing their mates by accident.

“I’m cool, man, I’m cool,” he promises, suddenly aware of his predicament. He lets the oar go when Dustin prompts him to and arches away as Eddie nearly stabs him in response. A low whimper emanates from his throat.

Eddie jerks away abruptly, curling in on himself as he stumbles backward. The distressed whine in his voice warns Steve off, and he lets Robin check him over without paying her any mind. Instead, he just stares.

Because his mental list of possible mates never included Eddie Munson. Steve gave up on finding his scentmate after Nancy. They were rare, after all, and his sense of true romance died a little bit when his girlfriend called him bullshit. But he still planned to find love even outside of a soulbond. He’s never wanted anything more than a partner, someone to love wholly and completely. And now the universe is laughing at him somewhere.

You wanted a soulmate? You got one, Steve-o.

read the rest on ao3!

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #vivisea writes #omegaverse #gift fic #soulmate au #alpha steve harrington #omega eddie munson #steddie omegaverse

[steddieas-shegoes]

Nother idea: CHRONIC PAIN STEVE?????? CHRONIC PAIN EDDIE????? MAYBE????? CHRONIC PAIN STEDDIE LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH THEIR SCARS AND PAIN???? THE PARTY HELPING BUT NOT BEING OVERBEARING OR BABYING THEM????

MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! I could write endlessly about chronic pain Steve and Eddie, but I cut myself off here before I got TOO far. I didn't include the whole party, but of course, their favorite child had to be involved. Without getting super carried away, I think Dustin ends up telling everyone about both of them suffering in silence and everyone starts doing small things to help. I was using this as a warm up before working on Chapter 9 of call me sunshine. Hope this works for you! - Mickala ❤️

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Staying with Steve while he had a migraine wasn’t new to him, though he’d always had Robin as backup.

But she was stuck on a family trip for two weeks and Steve didn’t like the kids seeing him like this, so he was alone.

And it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time Steve slept or just stayed in his quiet, dark bedroom.

He was only there to make sure he got water and meds regularly, food when he could sit up long enough to eat, and ensure he didn’t try to do too much.

He normally sat on the couch when he wasn’t busy playing nurse, but Steve had insisted he sit in bed with him.

He was missing Robin. That’s all.

It didn’t mean anything else.

Steve would let out little groans of pain in his sleep that had Eddie’s hands uselessly hovering over his body, trying to figure out what the hell could possibly help him.

Nothing really could, but he wanted to try anyway.

But as the hours wore on, Eddie’s back and sides started aching from the position he was sitting in. His legs were next, he knew, but he was afraid to move too much and wake Steve up.

His whole body hurt in ways he never imagined after the bats, ways the doctors couldn’t really help with.

The scars were itchy for months, but he would take that over the way they would just ache now.

Steve never complained about his, but Eddie knew he felt it too.

Owens said it was probably something to do with the venom, that they couldn’t ever get rid of all of it and it wouldn’t cause long term harm except for the pain.

But the pain was enough.

Dustin had noticed how he would sometimes have to walk around during campaigns now instead of sitting in his chair at the head of the table. He asked him after a session if he was okay, and Eddie broke down. He told him everything.

So Dustin bought him a new seat cushion to help support his back with his allowance. He always kept a Tylenol in his pocket in case Eddie didn’t have any. He would watch for any signs that Eddie needed to be in bed instead of upright and come up with a reason for everyone to leave.

He’d even call Wayne at work before he left Eddie’s side to let him know it was a bad day.

But somehow no one seemed to notice Steve was in the same boat except for him.

Sure, Robin knew about the migraines. She was there for some of the reasons he has them.

But she probably assumed everything else was fine.

That’s what Steve wanted people to think. That’s what Eddie wanted people to think, too.

Steve let out a long groan and started shifting a bit in the bed.

Eddie took this opportunity to adjust himself a bit, but he froze when Steve stopped moving and let out a sigh.

His face looked relaxed for the first time since Eddie got here.

Not great considering Eddie was halfway laying down, leaning on his elbow on the side with the worst of his scars.

Fuck.

He bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. He could move little by little and probably not disrupt Steve at all, his bed was big and they had enough space between them that small movements probably could be hidden.

So he let out a breath and scooted his body down slowly.

He watched Steve’s face the entire time.

But right when he was almost completely horizontal, and he felt a tiny amount of relief, Steve’s eyes blinked open.

He let out a pained whimper.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Go back to sleep.”

“Hurts.”

“I know. Just close your eyes. Need anything?”

Eddie used this opportunity to lay down, scooting closer to Steve.

He reached his hand out to move the hair off his face, eyebrows furrowing when he realized how sweaty Steve was.

“Are you hot?”

“No, just hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart. Does this help?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand through Steve’s hair.

“Mhm.”

So Eddie used his temporary relief from his own pain to help Steve find a little relief for his own.

But after a few minutes, Steve’s face pinched, and a loud whine left his mouth.

“Is it just your head?”

Steve shook his head once.

So Eddie was right, he felt the same pains all over his body, and it probably felt worse because of his migraine.

“The bites?”

“Mhm.”

“They hurt a lot?”

“Mhm.”

“Mine too, sweetheart.”

Eddie moved his hand down to Steve’s side, right over the bite that probably would have killed him if they’d been even 30 seconds later through the gate.

He knew hard pressure was too much, but sometimes a light pressure made the pain pause.

He pressed his whole hand against the spot he knew was covered in angry lines and redness, physical proof of their experience that would never go away.

Steve let out a moan, his head sinking further into the pillow and his face relaxing.

“There ya go. Take a few deep breaths.”

Steve did as he said, his whole body relaxed by the third inhale.

“Helps.”

“Mhm. I’ve had plenty of experience trying to find what works.”

“Yours hurts now?”

“A little. I’m okay.”

Steve slowly reached a hand out, blindly searching for an area of Eddie’s body that was covered in scars. It wasn’t hard; Most of Eddie’s body was covered in scars.

He found a particularly bad one on his stomach, near the worst one on his side, and pressed just firm enough to bring some relief.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the moan he let out.

“What a pair we make,” Eddie said softly.

“Mhm. Help each other.”

“Yeah, baby. We can help each other.”

“Baby?”

“Sorry. Steve.”

Steve’s hand lightly smacked him away from the scar.

“Baby. Sweetheart.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eddie moved his hand up and down Steve’s side gently, barely applying any pressure. “Need more meds?”

“Please.”

Eddie got up and grabbed the pain meds from the table, took two from the bottle, and helped Steve lean up enough to swallow them and a few sips of water.

Eddie couldn’t resist the kiss he placed on Steve’s head before he laid him back down in the bed.

“Gonna have Dustin bring us my cream that helps. That okay?”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah, he watches out for me a lot.”

“Good kid.”

“Yeah, you raised him right.”

Steve smacked his arm lightly, but a small smile was now on his face, like he knew Eddie was joking but was proud of himself for the work he put in anyway.

Eddie slowly made his way to the kitchen to call Dustin, wincing anytime he took a step too fast. The scars on his legs were yelling at him to stay still, but he had to do this for Steve.

“Dusty. I’m at Steve’s. Can you bring the lotion stuff that’s in my room? Green bottle, has some ridiculous medical name on it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, dude. It’s for Steve.”

“But Steve has a migraine? This is for muscle pain.”

Eddie sighed.

“Steve’s got the same problem I do, man. Maybe not quite as bad, but it’s worse when he has a migraine already. He’s in bad shape.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you $5 for the arcade if you can bring it now.”

“Be there in 30 minutes. Keep the $5.”

Dustin hung up the phone and Eddie jumped when he heard shuffling behind him.

Steve was feeling along the wall, eyes almost entirely closed, letting out small huffs of breath as he tried to find Eddie.

“Stevie, what are you doing? You shouldn’t push yourself when you’re hurting like this.”

Steve curled against his chest, letting out a sigh when Eddie’s hands found his sides.

“Wanted you.”

“I was coming right back, goofball.”

“Wanted you now.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. Steve was always a little clingy when he had a migraine, so he never really took it as anything but him just wanting to be close to someone.

“Dustin’s gonna be here soon, okay?”

“He knows?”

“He does now. You’re not gonna keep making yourself suffer alone. Trust me, he won’t let you.”

“Yeah. Stubborn.”

“I know you are.”

Steve shook his head. “Dustin.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets it from.”

“Not his mom.”

“Didn’t say you were. C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back in bed.”

It took a lot of breaks and deep breaths, but they made it back upstairs and Eddie got Steve settled into the comfiest possible position in bed.

“You be good, I’m gonna wait for Dustin downstairs.”

“Be good.”

Eddie smirked. “Know you can, Stevie.”

Eddie kissed his forehead before slowly making his way back downstairs and cursing rich people for having two floors in their homes.

Dustin arrived within minutes. He knew better than to ask to stay, already seeing the pained look on Eddie’s face and knowing Steve’s was probably worse.

“Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, Dusty. I’ll call.”

Luckily, he didn’t have to, though.

He put some of the lotion on his side and thighs, then made his way upstairs to apply it to Steve’s side and stomach.

Steve barely woke up as he did it, just mumbled a small thanks before he drifted off again.

Eddie fell asleep next to him, hand over Steve’s worst scar. Not to hide it, never to hide it, only to protect him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #so much hurt comfort in this bad boy #chronic pain eddie munson #chronic pain steve harrington #migraine steve again i know okay #requests

[aceing-on-the-cake]

Steddie Love Month Prompt Feb 1

rating: G cw: none tags: pre-slash prompt: Love is letting someone take car of you (@starryeyedjanai) word count: 804

(Honestly forgot about writing this one till this morning so it's not edited and it's written all in one go but what can you do)

Steve didn't know how you were supposed to let someone take care of you. That isn't to say that he didn't think it wasn't important to take care of others, of course that was wrong.

He was used to driving the youngest members of the party around everywhere or making sure Robin got between school and work even though he knew she should already have a license by this point. He made sure the kids always knew his door was open for impromptu rant sessions he would bitch about but always listen to. Even Nancy knew that Steve was always there if you needed him and didn't hesitate to call him up when it was so late that she absolutely shouldn't be up but the nightmares were still there and Robin already was asleep.

Eddie soon enough figured out that Steve wouldn't let the people he knew go without care. At the end of Hellfire sessions when Eddie headed to his car after waiting outside the door for his charges to move from his care to Steve's he didn't expect Steve to catch him before he left.

"Call when you're home Munson" he'd hear as Steve drove up next to his van, window rolled up as soon as Eddie nodded his head.

He certainly didn't expect the phone call that woke him up at 11:30 when he inevitably "forgot" to call Steve.

"Munson" he heard from the other end of the line.

Confused Eddie held the phone away from his face looking at it as if it would be able to explain the voice on the other end of the line.

"Steve?"

"That would be my name Munson."

"Why are you calling me at 11:30?" he finally asked when it seemed Steve wasn't going to be offering anymore explanation.

"You didn't call. I'm glad to hear you're ok man, after all you're in charge of babysitting Dustin this Saturday. I had him last week."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine man." he said hoping that Steve would either help him make sense of why this conversation was happening in the first place or let him go. He after all was not and had never been one of King Steve's loyal subjects or even feral gremlins he babysat, so he wasn't sure why Steve had actually called to check in on him when it had clearly only been a polite thing to offer.

There was a long pause on the end of the phone as Eddie contemplated whether Steve had hung up in the end.

"You know we care about you man right?"

Sighing Eddie dragged his hand down his face.

"Yeah no man, I know. Thanks for checking in I guess."

"No Eddie, I mean, yes, we care about you man," Steve said quickly, "but like, you know I care about you right?"

Stunned Eddie pulled the phone away from his face once more in confusion.

"Uh, what?" he finally said.

"Apparently not," he heard muttered from the other end of the line which made him laugh.

"I didn't even think you liked me!" Eddie blurted out.

Cringing Eddie slammed his head against the wall the phone was on. Stupid Munson, stupid, what are you a teenage girl?

"I thought we worked past all that in the upside down man. Of course I like you!" Steve said back. Eddie picked his face off of the wall and stared really hard at the receiver thinking what to say in response to that.

"Steve" Eddie finally said in response. "Are we…are we having a moment here man?"

He heard laughter on the other end of the line which made his stomach do something complicated he wasn't going to look into this close to the middle of the night.

"Apparently we are Munson. Next time just let me know when you get home and we can avoid it."

"Who knew King Steve cared about his subjects this much," Eddie couldn't help joking back.

"For my favorite court jester? He's irreplaceable."

"Uh, right, yeah, that," Eddie stammered back. "I'm at your beck and call your majesty," he finally managed to fully get out.

More laughter greeted him and when Eddie's stomach rolled for a second time he knew he was fucked.

"I'm gonna let you go then man if that was all you needed. Some of us are not yet free from the clutches of Algebra your highness."

"Sure Munson."

Placing the receiver back on the wall Eddie stared at it in betrayal. Shaking his head he walked back to his bed shaking his head.

"Goddamn Steve Harrington" he said before faceplanting down on his bed. Smiling to himself Eddie wondered if he'd be able to turn this into a regular thing if he kept "forgetting" to call when he was home. He'd had to try next session.

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(might turn this into something later or leave it as the ficlet it is)

Prompt completed for @steddielovemonth

#steddie #steddielovemonth #pre slash #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

[klausinamarink]

decided to write a steve part as a continuation of my steddie deals with chronic pain ficlet. Might’ve wrote this more in vein as a prequel but eh, you’re welcome :D also extra angsty

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Steve used to consider himself as the embodiment of high pain tolerance. Since his junior year, he had been punched in the face many times, had a broken plate in his scalp, injected with Russian drugs, and gotten bit and nearly strangled by interdimensional monsters.

Or as he calls it Tuesday.

But after the Spring Break of Hell, Steve’s been feeling weird. Not the usual looking at my own body when I do things weird, but more physically weird. He doesn’t really know how to describe it even to Robin when he feels like he’s suffocating but there’s nothing around his neck. Or how every day his arms and back sting and pinch him at every breath like ants biting underneath his skin. Or how he’s walking fine until the next second, his knees get stiff and the pain travels upwards right to the top of his spinal cord, the place right on the back of his skull, it aches and aches to the point that he’s frozen but he has to move anyways because he’s standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

All he knows that it’s probably worse than the intense migraines he’s dealing with since Billy Hargrove and the Russians definitely cracked his right eye socket.

But there’s people who are more hurt than Steve. Like Max and Eddie who need and are getting actual help and care. He almost wants that too, but it’ll just get him in their way. Nobody would look at him and think that his suffering is even the same as theirs.

(Please, his heart and brain begs, look at me and take care of me. It hurts so much.)

So, even with his body betraying him and hurting him in ways he thought wouldn’t happen, Steve isn’t going to admit it. His injuries are healing fine anyway.

But god, can his body just actually rest and not hurt like bitch for one fucking hour?

(I’m sorry for hurting you, his body apologizes again, but it’s what i can do right now.)

It’s gotten more annoying, really. Steve keeps pushing the pain behind him, pointedly ignoring how it’s blurring his vision and pulses his certainly cracked eye socket. He knows it’s affecting his mood, but he doesn’t want to be that asshole King Steve anymore. He doesn’t want to everyone to lose their trust in him. So he keeps smiling, driving the kids, visits everyone, hands out clothes and food, and lives with the acid corroding his entire body.

Unsurprisingly, his suffering pushes back like an exploded dam.

At the Munsons’ new house, he’s visiting Eddie, who’s been more tired than Steve’s ever seen him since being discharged from the hospital. He still talks to the Party but he couldn’t go outside much without his scars and limp acting up.

It’s during when Steve finds himself placing wet towels on Eddie’s bare shoulders (“I can’t waste the water but I need some cold water on me right now!”) that it. Just hits him.

He can’t explain it - he’s never good at explaining anything well - but the sour and tired mood Steve’s been vaulting up vanishes. But then comes the hyperawareness of how much his skin is bubbling and itching with discomfort, his muscles dissolving into bone which are exploding starbursts of agony, and the pulsing under his right eye is slithering through his brain. It should’ve been horrible than the Russian torture, but it doesn’t even hurt. It’s like in class when the teacher is giving an important lesson but Steve is barely listening.

He does feel overwhelmed but so much so it just circles back to apathy. He doesn’t feel himself moving but he does end up on the floor, his face pressed against the frizzy carpet.

“Steve? Are you okay?” He hears Eddie asking. Feels him poking at his buzzing shoulder. He opens his mouth to say something but only says through salt-tasted lips, “Hurts.”

“Oh shit, what hurts? Where?”

Steve doesn’t answer. He closes his wet eyes and refuses to open them. The pain still follows him even when he falls asleep because of course it does. He hasn’t gotten a pleasant night of sleep since the demogorgon burst out of the Byers’ ceiling, but the pains makes him closer to the edge of consciousness than he liked.

When he slowly wakes up, there’s a heavy pressure sitting on his back. Steve lifts his head up and sees Eddie sitting on him, reading a worn book and the towel still on his shoulders.

Huh, that’s new.

Eddie flips a page, his eyes flickering to Steve, who stares blearily back. Eddie gives him a small smile. “The king awakes from his slumber as the prophecy foretold.”

Steve blinks. “W-Why are you sitting on me?”

“Wayne lays facedown sometimes after his shifts and I sit on his back almost every time. He says it’s the best massage he ever got.” Eddie says nonchalantly, but then he looks nervous. “Is, is this working for you?”

Steve reflects on his body. The pain is still everywhere but it’s a bit lighter this time. Where Eddie sits on his back is like a fucking miracle - the pressure settled into the muscle and bone where it feels like a portion of how his body used to be before the Upside Down busted into his life.

He grins with long-lost relief, “Yeah, man, just stay here forever. I’m not gonna move again.”

Eddie looks at him pensively, putting his book away. “Steve, are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, this is kinda weird but I don’t mind it.”

“Steve, are you okay?”

He doesn’t cry, but Steve feels the tears trickling down his face and over his nose. He sniffs, blinking rapidly as Eddie gets off him and the pressure disappears so the pain comes back in its ugly sense. Steve turns around so his back on the ground and he’s staring at the ceiling, refusing to look at Eddie. He never cried before even when his body started hating him and he started hating movement.

“Hey, hey, Steve. Look at me, big boy.”

He does. Eddie is laying right next to him, his worried doe eyes staring at him. Fuck, he looks so kind and Steve shuts his eyes, clamping a hand over his mouth. The phantom pain of the demobat’s tail returns, but it feels more wet and clogged.

Eddie’s hand is on his. Gently moving Steve’s hand away from his mouth. Eddie is still looking at him as he says, “You hurt worse if you don’t ask for help.”

Steve opens his mouth. For an awful second, he wants to yell at Eddie ‘what the hell do you know about feeling like complete shit”. But he doesn’t and he is so fucking glad because it would’ve been so hurtful to Eddie and Steve would feel even more in agony that he just proved the other boy’s old impression of him as an asshole.

Instead, when Steve opens his mouth, he doesn’t say anything and starts weeping. He sobs like a baby and Eddie is holding him closer now, his face pressing against Steve’s messy face.

Moments pass in a blur. Steve stops crying. Eddie has moved himself on top of Steve, the familiar weight pressing the pain down and forcing his bones and muscle to rest. Their faces are closer to each other now, Eddie’s nose brushing Steve’s chin.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks again in a hushed tone.

Steve gives a little shrug. “A little.”

“Is this okay?”

Steve isn’t sure if he’s talking about laying on him or this new kindle of their friendship or both. But he nods, carefully wraps his arms around Eddie’s torso, and rests despite the pain stiffening him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #klaus writes #did i tear up writing this? Nah #chronic pain

[ladykailitha]

Look, considering I've only gotten involved in Stranger Things after season four and therefore haven't been around the fans during other new season filming starts, but my brothers/sisters/nb in fandom what the honest fuck is going on right now?

I have been a part of other fandoms when new seasons started filming and the worst I'd seen was BBC Sherlock. And you lot are behaving worst then they did.

And Jesus fuck, that's a fucking low ass bar.

(Again I am ship and let ship, kinktomato, and headcanon free for all)

But this is just what I've seen in my small deliberately secluded corner of the internet so forgive me if I get some things wrong.

Ronance fans have turned on Steddie fans.

Steddie fans are trying to eat each other over who tops and who bottoms between two horny, barely out of their teens, men.

Eddie is confirmed dead.

Dustin is trying to become Eddie.

People want Will dead because Noah Schnapps said some stupid shit regarding genocide.

And Argyle isn't coming back.

I'm going to give you my feelings on these so buckle up lets go:

1- Steddie and Ronance fans have turned on each other. And I know this because I doom scroll through steddie tag. That Ronance fans think Steddie fans are delusional and that they're going down after season five airs and there will be more Ronance fans because they're perfect for each other.

Where to even begin on this? First, never tell a shipper that their ship is never going to be canon because they don't care. Just ask all the Destiel, johnlock, and merarthur fans. Steddie fans are just going to ignore all but the most salient parts of season 5 if Eddie doesn't come back and write AUs for the rest of their lives. You know, like they have since the last scene on the Piggyback faded to black?

Secondly, I don't think I've seen much Ronance without Steddie. Granted I only read Steddie, but it seems that the two ships are tied pretty heavily together. The fruity four comes to mind. So maybe it's that they're getting tired of being a side ship next to a massive one like Steddie. Who knows. But apparently they're bitter.

And I say that because they keep tagging their anti-Steddie posts as Steddie to make sure we see it. Honestly, I just block them and go about my day. But seriously, I've never understood people's need to be shitty like posting hate on the tag for that thing. If you don't like it, fine. Block and move on.

Thirdly. Lastly. Maybe. I don't like Ronance. I saw the charms when I first joined the fandom and it was cute. Until the more I read and I realized that most of the time they don't bring up that Jonathan is even a person let alone Nancy's current boyfriend. That most of the time Steve is written wildly out of character about not caring that they're a couple and that he just wants them to be happy. Like, one Jonathan is severely under used in the fics I've read. Like Will doesn't have an older brother anymore. It's all Steve or Eddie. Which considering how you like your flavor of queer for Eddie or Steve (gay/pan/bisexual) Will talking to them about being gay makes sense, but Jonathan showed us in the last season that he is going to protect Will no matter what. Then blip! in fanfics, he's gone.

And then the whole Steve being okay with Robin not only dating an ex-girlfriend of his, but the ex. The one he thought he was going to marry. The one he dreamed a whole fucking future on. That was still hurt by two fucking years later. You either think very lowly of Steve or you just don't care. Because if you think Robin and Steve are the same person/share the same braincell/ride or die for life, there is no way even if Nancy threw herself at Robin would she even consider it. (I can write a whole ass post just on this by the way, don't get me started.)

2- This is the most recent bullshittery due to a current event about Sub Eddie. This is the worst discourse in any fandom and the worst offenders on either side tend say the most homophobic shit imaginable.

And it's pointless. Whether you think Steve is a top or bottom, whether you think he's dom or a sub. Same with Eddie. Everyone has their own flavor they prefer and they won't always match up with yours.

Personally I write them whatever feels natural for the story. But here's the major crux of the matter. I don't believe a little nerd in Bumfuck, Indiana has any idea what flagging is. I'm sorry. Left pocket, right pocket. Doesn't matter. The likely of him even knowing what BDSM is is pretty slim. I grew up in a small town. There will be some people that know, but that's because they know adults in the scene.

Don't like, don't read. Seriously, guys. Let people enjoy what they want to.

My personal feelings on the matter is that Steve is a bottom/sub because he deserves to be taken care of and Eddie would absolutely want to be that person for Steve, in and out of the bedroom. Again, you do you, beau.

3- The tombstone. Sigh. It was hard to see that. Not just because it confirms he's dead, but because it's been defaced. Most likely like fans have said, "BURN IN HELL" the poor bastard.

Having a tombstone doesn't necessarily preclude Eddie's return. There are several ways he can still comeback Kas! theory not withstanding. But the wank here is people jumping on Steddie shippers and Eddie fans in general pointing and screaming "see!"

Like we didn't have campaigns for Barb and Bob and (Billy). If someone's favorite character has died, don't be dicks when they want them to be resurrected a la Jim Hopper. Because that right there is the main reason people will still hold out hope until the final scene fades to black, okay?

I guess this one is just be nicer to each other, okay?

4- *sob* like holy fuck. Dustin you sweetheart. The long hair, the torn Hellfire t-shirt, the rings. The horns and sticking out his tongue. That poor boy needs several hugs STAT! And of course, people can't leave well enough alone on Facebook, I couldn't tell you how many of the comments were "steddie fans are going to make this all about them, aren't they?" Even though there wasn't a single comment by a Steddie making it about Steve/Eddie. But so many eye rolls. The other half were death threats against Noah Schnapp.

Which brings me to...

5- Noah Schnapp said some really shitty things about Zionism and the attack on Gaza. There is no escaping that. He said them. He double downed on them. And while yes it sucks he said those things, let's not forget he's still young and stupid. He's barely 18/19 years old. I remember being that age and saying stupid fucked up shit, and hoo boy does this make me grateful I was well into adulthood when the internet became a thing (24ish).

There are a lot of reasons to be upset by his comments and I get that. But death threats and calls for his dismissal/boycotts just seems excessive to me.

One, because the story began with a kidnapped little boy and a runaway little girl. If you get rid of one of them especially this close to the end it would fuck up the story. Now if there was more than one season left, sure. But this is literally the end. And for all we know, Will's character may already be doomed by the narrative. So calling for it now isn't go to do anything. Especially since they already had all the scripts written and would have finished filming if it hadn't been for the strikes.

Two, one person on the cast said something stupid and hurtful and you want to boycott the entire show for it? Like, what did David Harbor, Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Millie Bobby Brown and all the others do to deserve you boycotting their show? If the last season tanks it could seriously hurt their careers, but hey Noah Schnapp said something bad, so fuck them?

I'm going to stop there, because this is another one I can go on and on about, but yeah. Don't hurt other people in your rush to vilify an 18 year old.

6- Eduardo Franco recently said that he didn't get a call so he didn't think he would be back. He was sure that ship had sailed.

Fans are upset, naturally. Argyle was a sweetheart and deserves better than to be cut from the story like that.

But thanks to the incident with David Harbor and Jim Hopper supposedly being dead, a lot of fans are saying he's only saying that because it's a "secret" he's coming back. Which would make sense for Eddie or any of the other character died. Martin Brenner, for example, but not Argyle. There would be no need for subterfuge. Plus, he would already be out in Georgia if he was coming back.

It's sad that he was done dirty this way, but if they split up the filming like they've done before there is still a chance he might get to come back, but as far as the current filming is concerned, yeah Argyle isn't coming back.

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Just... be kind to each other. Remember that the other people on the end of the URL is an actual person with feelings. That people can like what they like so if they aren't hurting you, don't hurt them, okay?

#my writing #stranger things #ladykailitha rants #tw wank #fandom wank #season 5

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 5th: Role Model | Slow Down — Ozzy Osbourne | Brave a/n: hospital setting, dustin & eddie heart-to-heart, post-s4 canon, implied pre-steddie if you squint. un-betaed because I’m challenging myself to write these in under an hour. read on ao3 | link to masterpost on ao3

Eddie’s always hated the color white. 

It’s too… empty, still, plain. Is it even a color? Or is it just the absence of color? He’s never been sure. Maybe he should’ve paid a little more attention in his art classes instead of going off-task and drawing Hellfire and Corroded Coffin designs. What matters though is that he’s always hated the color white and now, in what can only be described as adding insult to injury, he’s connected to several beeping machines surrounded and draped in nothing but white. Sterile, boring, useless white. 

The beeping is at least a solace, both in its predictable rhythm and as a sign that he’s still alive. Maybe he’ll eventually feel more comfortable with his survival but it’d been touch and go for awhile there so for now, he’s glad to have some sort of reminder that his heart is, indeed, beating. 

Another welcome reminder is the slew of visitors he’s had since waking up, some of whom have apparently been in and out since before he’d been brought out of the medically-induced coma. Wayne, of course, was no surprise. Steve, and Robin, and Nancy, and a few of their friends from California were something of a surprise but he supposes it makes sense. They’d nearly gone down together and Eddie’s sure they’re splitting time between his room and Max’s down the hall. 

Dustin Henderson though? Dustin surprises him. 

Not necessarily that he’s been there, waiting, probably giving the nurses the worst headaches of their lives with his questions and suggestions. The little shit loves him, he knows that without a shadow of a doubt now, but Eddie’s shocked that he’s not angry. Since waking up, Eddie’s just laid there, watching cartoons on the tiny TV bolted into the corner of the too-white room with the kid, his own casted leg propped up on the side of Eddie’s bed. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was just at home in the trailer. It feels too normal. 

Finally, one day, Eddie asks. Maybe it’s the latest round of painkillers that loosen his lips, but he has to ask. He has to know. 

“Henderson?” Eddie asks, keeping his eyes trained on the television. 

“Yeah?” Dustin responds. 

“Are you like… are we like… are we good? Are you not pissed at me?” It’s hard for him to choke out, stumbling over his words. The opinion of a kid shouldn’t frighten him so much but goddamn, it’s like asking his little brother if he hates him. He’s terrified of a Yes. 

Silence sits between them, Dustin surely burning a hole into the side of Eddie’s head. He can damn near feel it. Scooby Doo drones on though, and Eddie hopes that maybe Dustin just didn’t hear him. He’s on the good shit, so maybe he’d only asked in his head. 

“I was, a little bit, yeah.” 

But was is past-tense, and that just makes no sense. Dustin deserves to be mad at him, he’d gone off the plan and nearly died in front of him. Why isn’t he mad? What changed?

“What changed your mind?” Eddie still doesn’t look at him. 

“Dude, look at me for a second. This is way more important than what closet the ghost ran into.” Dustin’s tone is annoyed and a little pushy, just the way he’d been before all of this. 

Eddie sighs and turns to face Dustin, who’s looking at him with pinched eyebrows and wide eyes. 

“I was so goddamn mad at you, Eddie. You almost died. Well, technically, you did for a minute there but that’s besides my point. You didn’t need to go back, and I was mad that you, someone I look up to, did something so stupid.” 

Dustin takes a breath– it’s shaky, and Eddie nods him on encouragingly. He doesn’t speak though, doesn’t want to interrupt something that’s clearly not done. 

“And then… well, Steve sat me down and explained what you said when he was carrying you out of there.” 

Eddie’s heart monitor speeds up at the mention of Steve, and the mention that he’d apparently been talking before he blacked out and has absolutely no fucking memory of what he’d said. Dustin, genius and all that, notices and places a hand on top of Eddie’s which he only distantly recognizes is gripping the edge of the bar. 

“Hey, you alright?” 

Eddie nods again and makes a gesture with his free hand to continue. If he opens his mouth, he might vomit. Or panic. Maybe both, and neither is conducive to the conversation at hand. He’ll have that conversation with Steve later. 

Dustin eyes him with uncertainty but continues on regardless. “So, yeah. Steve told me what you said about making sure that I was okay, that you were bleeding out all over him and couldn’t shut up about my stupid ankle, that you were so sorry and it wasn’t supposed to happen like that, that you were trying to help however you could but you couldn’t let the bats get out. Or get to me.” 

Eddie sees the way Dustin’s throat bobs and his eyes begin to gloss over. If he starts crying right now, Eddie might lose it himself. He’s about to make some joke and deflect like he always does, but Dustin steamrolls on. 

“And that’s just– Eddie, do you know how brave that is? That’s the stuff of D&D heroism. That’s insane, and don’t ever do it again, but how could I stay mad at you for caring about me? And about all of us? I’m not a complete asshole.” 

Dustin calls him brave and Eddie's chest tightens, his jaw clicking with the effort it takes not to burst into tears. A few deep breaths later and he’s able to open his mouth without humiliating himself. 

“Well, not all the time, at least,” he teases, his laugh weak and his smile wide. 

“You know, Eddie, we were having such a nice moment there and you had to go and ruin it.” Dusin retorts, rolling his eyes and settling back into his chair. “Actually, you’re the asshole because you haven’t even asked to sign my cast yet. I’ve been telling everyone else who’s asked No because you get first dibs.” 

Dustin fishes around in his pocket, twisting in weird ways that Eddie can’t imagine he’ll ever be able to again, before coming up with a black Sharpie. “Do your worst.” 

Eddie takes the Sharpie and stares down at the cast. It’s white, just like the bed sheets and the painted cinder block walls, and curtains, and stupid hospital gown that doesn’t close in the back. But Dustin’s cast doesn’t feel sterile or empty. 

It just feels like canvas, and maybe the walls of this hospital room can be the same blank slate on which Eddie can rebuild his life.

#dustin henderson #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #st fic #myblurbs #eddie month prompts

[quinns-shadowy-arts]

Let Me Take Care of You

Day 1 of @steddielovemonth's February prompts aka Steddie Love Month!   Rating: Mature  CW: None  Tags: Getting Together, Caring Steve Harrington, Post Season 4, AU- Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff, Making-out.  WC: 1,039 Prompt: “Love is letting someone take care of you” submitted by: @starryeyedjanai 

Note: This is my first time uploading my writing! This is also my first ever post to Tumblr, so sorry if there's any mistakes or weird formatting! This definitely isn’t the best thing I’ve written, but it has been a really long time since I’ve written something. So I’m still proud of it! 

Steve and Eddie have been seeing each other a lot since March. After Vecna was killed, molotov cocktails blazing, and guns ringing out in triumph; Steve had pulled Eddie out of the Upside Down with his own two hands. He carried Eddie on his back to the Harrington house, where he nourished Eddie back to health. Steve spent everyday with Eddie, taking care of him. Restitching his wounds when Eddie ripped them back open, washing his hair with expensive shampoos and hair masks, and catering to Eddie’s every need while he slowly restored his body back to something more functional. Point is, Steve and Eddie spend a lot of time together. 

It didn’t stop once Eddie was out of recovery. Steve still kept him in his home. Even after the government scrambled to repent for their negligence by giving the Munson’s a brand new trailer, Steve still dropped by to see Eddie.

 That’s where they are now, in the new trailer watching a movie. Eddie picked out the movie, but he isn’t really paying attention. He is fiddling with the loose threads of his pants and tossing the occasional glance to Steve. Steve is paying attention to the movie, as far as Eddie can tell. Steve’s eyes are reflecting the light of the TV, the smile lines around his eyes deepen whenever he laughs at a dumb joke, his chest is rising with every breath; Steve looks good. He looks better than good, he looks dazzling. Eddie wants to jump him. He wants to crawl down the couch and onto Steve’s lap; to look into his eyes and make him smile for different reasons. 

“Hey, you good man?” Steve asks, and maybe Eddie’s glances weren’t that occasional. 

“Yeah sorry, just sorta- zoned out” Eddie smiles back. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t been watching the movie that much. Have you been getting sleep?” Steve persists and Jesus Christ- he is so caring. He cares for everyone around him, the kids, Robin, Eddie; anyone in Steve's life is sure to never feel disregarded. 

“Yeah, better than usual I think.” Eddie says. But then Steve slides over and wipes a tear off of Eddie’s face. He hadn’t even realized he was tearing up. 

“Eds, you’re crying. What’s wrong?” Steve’s eyebrows furrow in concern. Eddie wants to kiss it away, to ease Steve the way Steve eases him back to comfort. 

“It’s nothing man, don’t worry about it” Eddie mumbles. He would never be able to tell him. Steve has already seen him at his worst; bloody and oozy from still healing wounds, crying after a bad nightmare, naked and wet from the shower; but he couldn’t know that his best friend was crying from how lovey dovey he felt. Eddie couldn’t let Steve know about his mushy gushy feelings. 

“Eddie, please tell me what’s wrong. Is anything hurting?” Steve looks at Eddie with big eyes and his brows furrow impossibly further. Eddie doesn’t want S to be so concerned over nothing. Maybe he can tell him why he’s all teary eyed. 

“You just care so much, man. You give so much without anything in return. You always ask to make sure I’m ok, and you always haul the gremlins everywhere even though you know they won’t be paying you back for anything. I just want-” Eddie hesitates,

“I want to give you something in return. You make me feel so safe and cared for, I want to give that back to you.” Eddie finishes. Steve’s eyebrows raise in slight shock and blush begins to form on his cheeks. 

“You don’t have to do anything for me, Eds. I take care of you because I want to, not because I want something in return.” Steve whispers. . 

“But I want to give you something too, Stevie” Eddie looks into Steve’s eyes. They sit in silence, looking into each other's eyes. Eddie looks down first, he doesn’t mean to. He looks at Steve’s lips, they’re full and a beautiful apricot color. 

S looks down once he notices where Eddie’s eyes have gone. He licks his lips without thinking about it. He sways forward slightly, maintaining eye contact with Eddie’s lips. Eddie wobbles forward in response, now they’re only a few inches apart. Eddie can feel Steve’s breath on his face. He so desperately wants to move forward, to connect their lips and let Steve know how he feels. But he’s scared. His heart is quickening its pace.His breath shortens in anticipation. 

Steve moves in and their lips slot together. Eddie’s breath hitches; 

‘Holy shit this is happening, Steve likes me? He’s kissing me holy shit holy shit holyshit-” And then he wasn’t.

“Sorry, you were looking at me and I thought that maybe you like me and you probably didn’t want that and I-” Steve rushes out, Eddie cuts him off by kissing him. He was too anxious and caught up in the moment to move before, but he wasn’t messing this up again. 

Eddie moves his lips against Steve’s. He moves his hands up and onto Steve’s knee. He really wants Steve to know how much he likes him. Steve moves his hands up Eddie’s arms and onto his jaw. He kisses back with fervor. 

Emboldened by Steve’s response, Eddie runs his hands up from Steve’s knee and into his hair. His rings catch onto some of Steve’s locks. Steve gasps at the tug of the metal,

“Eddie-” Steve moans

“Fuck, Stevie, I know” Eddie groans back. Eddie moves his hands back down to Steve’s shoulders. He pushes Steve backwards and into the back of the couch. Steve goes willingly, shifting his hips back to give Eddie space. Eddie throws his leg over Steve’s lap. He feels Steve’s dick rub against his ass as he fully sits his weight down. Steve exhales, a whine slipping past his lips.

Eddie pulls back and looks into Steve’s eyes. They’re lidded and looking back at Eddie. The apricot of Steve’s lips have bloomed into a rosy color. They’re slick with spit and slightly parted. Steve’s chest heaves and his lips slide into a small smile. Looks like Eddie accomplished one of his goals, now for the more pressing one; 

“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” 

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My 2023 Fanfiction Wrapped

Hi everyone! It's ya boi spreadsheets back with another fanfiction wrapped! This time I actually took the time to make it look really pretty (see: I half assed this in Google Slides for my discord server's swampmas wrapped event lmao).

Without further ado, here's what I read this year.

2023 Fanfiction Mini Guide

These are fics I rated 7/7 stars on my guide that I would FULLY recommend everyone read if you're into these fandoms or ships.

Stranger Things

Gen (Steve & Robin)

As He Sinks Just Like A Stone by saintmares | Rated T | 5k

The words "Steve Harrington is sooo strong" had always made Robin Buckley roll her eyes. After all, what did it matter if some stupid jock just so happened to use his muscles a bit more than other people? But when her life comes crashing down inside a secret underground Russian elevator, Robin finds a new appreciation for the strengths of Steve Harrington... at least until she has a startling realization about her best friend and his fleeting mortality as the Party patches up his demo-bat bites.

Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by OonionChiver | Rated E | 140k (background Ronance)

‘I think,’ Steve says slowly, reaches for Eddie’s abandoned, untouched beers. ‘You don’t know me very well.’

‘I don’t know you at all, man. I don’t really want to.’

Steve’s throat works. It’s subtle, but Eddie sees it. He hides it with a swig of beer, but when he sets it down, his smile isn’t quite so bright. Twice as sharp, though.

‘The self-centred asshole who can only be decent to a single human being, I get it. It works for you.’ Then he takes a thick, heavy breath. The alcohol is hitting him, Eddie can tell. ‘And I am being civil. I’m here, aren’t I? You have any idea how hard it is for me to be here?’

‘In a bar?’

Steve doesn’t answer.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Stomco (Star/Tom/Marco)

Monster Carvers by Raikim4Never | Not Rated | 70k (unfinished, but I think about it every day of my fucking life)

Fourteen years after Princess Star Butterfly is kidnapped from her cradle, a terrorist attack on The Underworld results in Prince Tom Lucitor being sent to stay on Earth. Meanwhile, the Monster Carvers plot to bring an end to all non-Mewmans, and Ludo learns of rumors that Tom was given the Butterfly wand for safekeeping…

High School Musical

Chyan (Chad/Ryan)

I Still Don't Dance by Rozavie | Rated G | 20k

Chad Danforth never thought that he would find himself here—washed up, past thirty, teaching at a high school, and divorced. Basically, everything in his life has gone up in flames. No longer being able to play his favorite sport, and coming off of an exhausting (although amicable) separation, Chad decides that it's time to focus on what he can control. Primarily, raising his daughter. As long as she's happy and healthy, Chad thinks that he can manage to be as well.

But when an old friend from high school stumbles back into his life, Chad's world gets just a little more interesting.

Boy Meets World

Cory/Shawn/Topanga

For a good time, call by feyrelay | Rated M | 3k

This headcanon lives rent-free in my head, constantly, and I was so disappointed in how GMW handled a lot of the adult relationships and stickier topics, that I just had to write this. It just might rot your teeth.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zukka (Sokka/Zuko)

like the sun inside you by ofherlionheart | Rated M | 200k (Unfinished)

Sokka's expression is caught somewhere between determined and pissed off when he says, “I know you think this is your responsibility. But you’re not going to be alone in this. This is why we’re building you a council.”

“I know,” Zuko says.

“And the only way you’re going to die having done nothing but sit in meetings is if you let yourself do that. You’re not a bad leader if you take a break now and then.”

Zuko scowls. “What, so people can then say at least my father wasn’t lazy?”

Sokka tilts his head. “Don’t you think there’s a difference between laziness and, I don’t know, choosing life and happiness in spite of a terrible dad who tried to take both from you?”

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Zuko is sixteen years old when he’s handed a crown, a throne, and a hundred-year ancestral legacy of colonial imperialism. He’s not scared of the work; he’s scared of being consumed by the responsibilities and burdens he’s claimed. What Zuko doesn’t quite realize, yet, is that he’s not alone in this.

(do you take this jerk to be) your one and only by jatersade | Rated T | 55k

Under the leadership of Fire Lord Iroh, the Fire Nation has made every attempt to restore peace and make amends for the harm they inflicted during the Seventy-Year War. Their newest proposal is a literal proposal: a marriage to unite the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.

The Fire Nation offers Prince Zuko’s hand.

The Water Tribes offer Princess Yue’s.

Sokka is apparently the only person in the world who has a problem with any of this.

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic | Rated T | 144k

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

War Crimes by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 90k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR SA, CHILD SA, TORTURE, MURDER, AND VIOLENCE - PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND CONTENT WARNINGS)

Book one ends with two major diffrences: 1. Sokka went on the mission with Hahn (it did not go well) 2. Zhao survives the North Pole and that proves unfortunate for everybody (except Zhao, obviously) 

Imprisoned on Zhao’s war ship, Sokka and Zuko have to work together to survive. They are not very enthusiastic about this prospect. 

And they argue. 

A lot. 

War games by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 428k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, MURDER - Unfinished)

After the events of War Crimes, Sokka and Zuko have escaped Zhao’s warship and are fleeing across the Earth Kingdom. As well as unfamiliar terrain, they have to navigate their shared trauma, work out where they fit into the war, and their place in each others lives.

Sokka is aware that being friends with the enemy is going to bring complications, but he probably should have guessed that being friends with Zuko in particular, was going to be a bit like dunking your head repeatedly into a bucket of angry Fire Ferrets.

Katara is also grappling with the confusion of befriending an enemy, something that doesn’t prove as difficult as she had expected with the bond of shared, furious grief bridging old wounds. (Learning a new way to look at her bending doesn't hurt either)

Azula, struggling with the Fire Lord’s mistrust, encounters a few nasty surprises and has to make some difficult decisions. Luckily, she is a great deal better at making sensible choices than her brother.

Her father may have made a slight tactical error.

In the Soft Light by CHSfic | Rated T | 84k

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

or

Moon Spirit Sokka AU

These Things Written by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 222k

The letter was never supposed to be read, least of all by Sokka. But then, things happen every day that aren’t supposed to, in war.

Or,

On a particularly hopeless night, Zuko sends out a messenger hawk to nowhere. He didn’t realize that his messenger hawk is deeply committed to completing the job. And that Sokka happens to be traveling straight through nowhere, at the time.

These Things Known by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 400k (Third in series! There is a second one between These Things Written and These Things Known)

[Aang cuts him a quick, guilty look. “I didn’t mean to imply that you…”

Sokka raises his eyebrows. “That I…Focus on the present to the point of blindly committing to enormously questionable courses of action with significant long-term ramifications because they’re gratifying in the immediate moment, which is particularly concerning as our chief Maker of Plans?”

“Uh—That’s basically…Yeah.”]

Surrounded by danger and doubts, separated by war and one irrevocable decision—after the world of just-Sokka-and-Zuko crashes into the world of everything else, what comes next?

Or,

What happens when trusting someone suddenly means something far different out in the world than it did in the space of a Ba Sing Se teashop?

I'll Share the Moon, if You'll Share the Sun by anarchycox | Rated M | 400k

An alternate world where Iroh leads a coup against Ozai on the eclipse and wins the throne for Zuko. The southern water tribe hadn't sent men to fight in thirty years, instead protecting their home, laying traps, using guerilla tactics so the fire nation gave up fighting them.

Sokka and Katara found Aang, but being frozen in ice for a hundred years has ramifications and for almost four years the tribe focuses on healing the avatar.

Zuko is advised for continued peace to have an arranged marriage outside the fire nation. The best option is a the child of the chief of the southern tribe. Katara is in love with Aang and is heartbroken, but will do her duty for her people. Sokka finds a loophole that they can carefully and craftily exploit.

Aka they lie. They lie so hard and Sokka becomes the one betrothed to Fire Lord Zuko. He is sure there will be no consequences to the plan. Certainly not going to fall in love with the man he is lying to. At all. Nope indeedy, no love on the menu. Dang it.

Everything That I Am Not by Benedick | Rated T | 85k (Unfinished)

Sokka isn’t stupid. Not that his sister is, mind you (at least, he’d never call her that to her face now that she’s honed her waterbending), or any of the rest of Team Avatar, although sometimes it feels like he’s living in a different world from the rest of them — a world where running out of food means starving, and walking into a town full of firebenders with the Avatar in tow will get you killed, rather than help you free a beaten-down Earthbender colony.

Anyways.

Sokka isn’t stupid, which is why he laughs directly in Aunt Wu’s face when she tells him that he will marry the Fire Lord.

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