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steddie-island · 4 months

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Nothin' but the kitchen sink

@steddielovemonth day 3: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special Rating: G | WC: 621 | Tags: Established relationship, they're domestic, post upside-down, fluff Find the full list of tags on ao3.

Everything clicked into place while Eddie was halfway through drying one of Joyce’s plates. He stopped what he was doing, his fingers tightening around the ceramic. “Steve?” “Hmm?” Steve glanced over. He had bright pink dishwashing gloves pulled up to his elbows, and there was a sudsy cup held in one hand. At the look on Eddie’s face his brow furrowed. “Hey– are you okay?” “Yeah! Yeah.” Eddie put the plate down, then turned to face the man in the ridiculously adorable polo. “I’m great, actually. I just had a realization.” At the questioning look directed his way he reached out to touch Steve’s arm. “I love you.” “Eddie.” Steve grinned and dunked the cup back into the water. “Honey, you said that when we woke up this morning, when I brought you coffee, remember?” “No, I know–” He’d said it a hundred times after the last battle with Vecna, when everyone had come out alive but a lot worse for wear. He’d said it a hundred more times the first time they’d made love, when they’d held each other for hours, like their lives depended on it. He’d said it a thousand times since then, too. Every morning when they woke up together, every night when they crawled back into bed. Even if they were both too exhausted for sex, there were always a dozen ‘I love yous’ sprinkled between them beneath the sheets. “But… I really, really love you. It just hit me.”

He could hear everyone laughing around the TV in the living room, knew that was the more fun place to be, but that wasn’t where he’d wanted to be.

Steve had stood up after dinner and volunteered to do the dishes, and Eddie had immediately stood up and offered to help. “You don’t have to.” Steve knew that Eddie hated doing the dishes. If he touched something in the water, no matter how innocuous it was, he got squirmy and ended up gagging so hard that someone else usually had to take over. “I want to, though.” And he’d meant it. That was the thing that kept getting him, he really did want to help. Not because he’d suddenly learned to love doing the chores or anything.

Their family was laughing and joking in the other room, and yet Eddie wanted to be here, right here, with Steve. Because he loved him. And because Steve loved him, too, he’d smiled, shot Eddie a wink, and said, “I’ll wash, you dry.” Steve’s heart swelled as he listened to Eddie explain it all to him, too. There was such a serious look on his face, a look he didn’t get often. Steve wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth and make it curve into a smile instead of the frown he was already sporting. “You love me so much, you want to do dishes with me?” Eddie nodded, pulled Steve’s arm the rest of the way out of the water so he could tug that bright pink glove off. “I do. I love you so much…” His other hand came up to cup Steve’s cheek. “I love you so much that I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life.” Steve’s face split into a grin, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life, too, Eds.”

Eddie beamed, leaned in to steal another kiss, and then went back to rinsing and drying the dishes. “Do you love me enough to always do the washing part?” he teased after a few moments of comfortable quiet.

“Yeah, Eds. I love you enough to always do the washing part.”

#Steddie #steddielovemonth #prompt 3 #Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson #Steddie ficlet #Steddie fic #kintsugi_kid ao3

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momotonescreaming · 9 months

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where the heart is

Rating: T | WC: 11K | Steve/Eddie For everyone who's followed my wip weekends, the wip once known as 'steddie dream house' has now been finished. Hope you enjoy!

“If you could build your dream house, what would it look like?” Eddie said, voice muffled from where it was pressed into the cushions of the Munson’s worn (but incredibly comfortable) couch. He had stretched over the whole thing like a lazy cat in a patch of sun; arm dangling off the side, hand loosely gripping the remote, feet resting in Steve’s lap. They had spent the whole afternoon like this, lazily wasting away time in Eddie’s trailer, enjoying each other’s company and doing not much at all.

Steve looked up from the magazine he had been absently flicking through to glance over at Eddie, to find he had stopped aimlessly flicking through channels and landed on some home renovation show. The volume was down low, but Steve could some blonde couple talking to some stocky builder type, discussing the 70’s conversation pit in some house they were looking to renovate.

“Why’d you ask?” Steve replied, putting down his magazine and resting his wrists on Eddie’s ankles, not bothering to keep place in the magazine he had been flicking through. He hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to it. “Finally planning on spending all that Government hush money?”

“Oh you know it, Sunshine,” Eddie said, smiling over at him and bringing his arm up so he could rest his head on his hand. “All that talk about conformity and oppression was all total lies. I love secret agents, shady Government agencies trying to pay me off, and I go to sleep every night dreaming about sucking Reagan’s dick.”

“Well we all know how much you love Reagan.” Steve snorted, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb on the patch of bare skin between Eddie’s sweats and his socked feet. “Seriously though, what bought this on?”

“This show has reruns on all the time. And there’s always a couple, or a family, or someone looking to build their ‘dream home’.” Eddie says softly, gesturing at the screen with the remote still in his hand. He looks over at the TV, and then back at Steve. “And it makes me think about your parent’s posh nightmare of a house. With it’s unused three car garage, big empty living room, and bedrooms with the ugliest plaid wallpaper I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey,” Steve protests, not really meaning it.

“And I just,” Eddie starts up again. “I wonder what your house would look like if you actually got to choose what was in it.”

Steve goes quiet. It wasn’t something he let himself think about with too much effort - his parents house - because his mother would have a conniption if he even suggested changing anything. All the furniture was carefully chosen from the latest collections, taken from catalogues and various interior designers she loved to talk about. There was a painting in the living room that was worth more than his car.

His own room wasn’t even safe. All of his things that his father deemed ‘inappropriate’ or his mother said ‘clashed with the design’ were tucked away in drawers, and boxes under his bed. Carefully hidden in the back of his closet. His father nodded approvingly when Steve displayed all his awards and medals, the baseball he got signed when he went to a Cubs game when he was a kid, a book about basketball he had never read. The ‘appropriate’ things’. His mother would just barge into his room in a whirlwind of perfume and designer clothes, and announce she had bought a lamp or a vase he was to display in his room.

Everything was decided for him. Harrington’s deserved the best, and they wouldn’t stoop for anything less.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington/ eddie munson #My Writing #It's finally done!!!#it doesnt feel real!!!!#aaaaaAAAAAAA!!!!

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itshelia · 5 months

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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

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l0velysmut · 2 months

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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natti-ice · 2 months

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18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

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sporelium · 1 month

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truth, dare, spin bottles you know how to ball, i know aristotle

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #entered a fugue state while listening to this song and this came out :P

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rilinhyl · 4 months

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Pant.Night

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie

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moonxnite · 5 months

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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

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lazylittledragon · 2 months

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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

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artrealla · 2 months

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these pieces have a companion fic!! go read it its AMAZING

#my art #stranger things #steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanart #steve harrington #eddie munson

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steddie-island · 8 days

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Scream For Me

It’s dark. The power’s out, won’t come back on. Eddie’s tried the light switches in every room. No other houses on the street are out, it’s just this one. Goddamn breaker, he finds himself thinking. The basement steps creak beneath his feet. Another noise has him turning. A white mask, with black bloodhound eyes and a screaming mouth. There’s a hood, a cape. Big black shoes that thud as they cross the floor. A gloved hand comes out, the light reflects off of a long blade— Eddie starts running. OR Eddie gets Steve to play his Billy Loomis.

Rating: E l WC: 2,129 | Tags: Roleplay, knife play (sort of), Sub Eddie Munson, Dom Steve Harrington

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Eddie screams, nearly trips up the stairs. He can hear those feet thundering along behind him. A hand finds his ankle, he kicks out and then he’s running again. He tries to slam the basement door but it connects with a hand instead. He cries out again, runs for the staircase to the second floor, has a small heart attack as he slides with the rug across the hardwood.

A yelp as he skitters towards the stairs again, running full-out now. He can still hear those heavy shoes behind him. Every misstep has the intruder getting that much closer. He can practically feel the blade against his skin. He slides into the bedroom, turns to close the door but then there are hands on him, grabbing him. He’s pinned against the wall. His hands are above his head, his legs are kicked wide. And the silver object he’d seen back in the basement is pressed to his cheek.

“Look at you. Jesus, I knew you wanted this, but I didn’t realize how much it would work for you.” The blade is dull, not even butterknife sharp at best, but just the cool metal against his cheek has Eddie whimpering. “Bet you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

#Steddie Fic #Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson #sub eddie week #I know I’ve posted this here but I can’t find the post so I’m just. posting it again #I had to get the link for a friend and ended up re-reading it and this shit was hot. 😌#I’m still super proud of it.

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arelliann · 22 days

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For a show set in the 80s it doesn't contain nearly enough of the slutty himbo jock uniform

#steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanart #STArt

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seths-rogens · 2 months

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i like to call this ‘popular mlm ships with freakishly similar name dynamics’

this means absolutely nothing i’ve simply been observing this for a hot sec

#i’m onto absolutely nothing here i’m just making connections #i don’t even go to 2 of these fandoms!#also congrats 911 fandom for bi buck!#happy for y’all <3 #stevebucky #stucky #steddie #buddie #ed x stede #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve harrington #eddie munson #evan buckley #eddie diaz #stede bonnet

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imfinereallyy · 9 months

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you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.