#morningberriesao3

[morningberriesao3]

As Sneaky Link comes to an end, it just means that I’ll get to work on some other fun projects that have been in my drafts for (literally) a year and a half.

The next multi chapter I’m working on is set back in the 80s. Only this time, it’s not Steve who spirals about his sexuality.

Eddie is straight—he’s just never met the right girl to feel that spark. But Steve over the last years has had a secret that he’s told no one. Not even Robin.

Until Eddie walks in on him in a very compromising position. With another man.

I started this fic as something we hardly see in the Steddie fandom—and that’s Steve being the certified queer, and Eddie having a full blown crisis as he figures himself out.

As promised, below the cut is the first 2.4K words of chapter 1, and in February it’ll be posted in its entirety on my ao3: morningberries

Enjoy 🥹

It was a chilly day in early September—the wind carrying half-brown leaves through the air in swirling patterns that looked like mini tornados. Eddie stared at them from his trailer’s living room window as Wayne’s truck disappeared beyond the bend in the road.

Another weekend alone as his uncle worked a double shift.

It’s not that Eddie didn’t have friends. There was Gareth and Jeff and Grant—the members from his beloved band Corroded Coffin—but he knew Jeff was on vacation with his parents before college started and Grant was working with his dad in the garage on that ’69 Mustang they picked up from the scrapyard over the summer. Gareth, although in Hawkins, had landed himself a hot new girlfriend and spent every waking moment with her.

Eddie couldn’t really blame him, even though he didn’t really get it.

It had been the same thing his whole life, if he was being honest with himself. Since middle school, he’d watch his friends start dating whatever chick they had a crush on, listen to them start yammering about how gorgeous she was or how cool or how smart. How she made them get butterflies in their stomachs, whatever the fuck that meant.

Yeah, cool.

Eddie had dated girls—some pretty cute ones at that. There was Sam, who he dated his second senior year, and they’d gotten along really well. She was what Eddie thought should probably be his type—dark hair, a lip ring, wore lipstick in blacks and unearthly blues. She was even in Hellfire Club and honestly kicked ass at it. Objectively, on paper, she was everything he wanted.

Except he didn’t feel it. Whatever it was. The fucking butterflies, or whatever.

When they broke up, it hadn’t really been the end of the world. He mourned their friendship more than the sexual aspect of their relationship, because Sam had been awesome to hang out with and smoke with and laugh with.

Gareth hadn’t believed Eddie when he said he was fine—took a solid 4 months before Gare actually accepted that Eddie’s heart wasn’t shattered.

Eddie cared more about… God, like, anything but dating. Like D&D, and his friends, and his guitar, and Metallica’s newest album, and making his fucking bed in the morning, and even his therapist. He knew it didn’t really help him look normal to be a twenty-year-old man who couldn’t care less about pursuing girls, but whatever. He was King Freak, after all.

When he met Chrissy six months ago, he thought for a moment that he might be able to convince himself to have a crush on her. It should be easy; a small, thin, blonde, pretty cheerleader is everyone’s type. Maybe he’d just been chasing after the wrong girls. But what he felt on the drive to his trailer with Chrissy in his front seat, as she timidly told him she thought he was kind and funny, was, again… not the fireworks he expected from all the stories of love at first sight.

And then she’d died, which vastly overshadowed Eddie’s worry that there might be something wrong with him for not developing feelings. He talked about both things in his weekly government mandated therapy sessions. But mostly about her death.

The doctor had told Eddie it wasn’t uncommon to have an aversion to romantic or sexual relationships after experiencing trauma. Eddie didn’t really bother to elaborate that it had started long before said trauma. But whatever.

He digressed.

Gareth had a girlfriend, and they spent their time making out and—apparently now—doing hands and mouth stuff. At least, that’s what Gareth had been bragging about at their last band practice. And, according to him, they were probably going to fuck on this weekend that Eddie was once again alone, so calling Gareth was completely off the table.

He sighed, standing from his uncle’s withered brown couch to walk the ten steps to his bedroom. He plucked his guitar from her hook on the wall, strummed a few chords without bothering to plug her in. If he was really going to talk about trauma responses and aversions, he might as well start with the one he developed for playing his guitar after the epic battle in the Upside Down.

Since the day he nearly bled out on the gravel outside of his trailer (that wasn’t really his trailer, because apparently alternate dimensions are, like, actually a thing), he hadn’t really been able to play anymore. It wasn’t some dramatic thing, like getting wild flashbacks of battling massive fucking hell-bats, or getting feasted on by their fang-filled mouths, or Dustin crying over him, or what if felt like when he literally died for four minutes before he was defibrillated. It was just this soft, but uncomfortable, feeling in his stomach, accompanied by massive brain fog, and a general lack of motivation to learn anything new.

He hung the guitar back where it belonged, in front of his mirror. The reflection that looked back at him looked… well, goddamn bored, for one. And a little anxious. And like he should probably try to reach out to some of his other friends.

There had been some silver linings to the whole everything-he’s-ever-known-about-the-world-has-been-a-lie thing. He did, now, have other friends. Dustin, for one, would hang out with him on days that weren’t D&D related. Although, Eddie was sure that a lot of that was because he had a working vehicle that could tow him around to the arcade, or the diner (where Eddie paid for Dustin’s meals, obviously), or the video store.

Eddie didn’t mind crashing Family Video, because more often than not, it meant he could visit his new age-appropriate friend.

Robin and Eddie had become attached at the hip, honestly. Best friends. Trauma bonded, or something. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that they were both losers, and somehow both smart and dumb at the same time. They also both talked a lot, and got excited over weird shit, and liked to rag on Dustin. So Eddie really took a liking to Robin.

And here was something that he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks.

Maybe he had a crush on her? It didn’t really sound right, but he did get excited when he got to see her, and his heartrate sometimes sped up when he went to family video and he first laid eyes on her talking to Steve, and maybe there was also a tinge of jealousy that settled in the pit of his stomach when he thought of how close they were. That had to mean something—meant something more than anything else he’d ever felt before.

He knew if Steve and Robin were going to get together, it more than likely would have already happened. But the thought still nagged on him a bit. He wouldn’t like it, and he couldn’t really put his finger on why. Having a crush on Robin was the only feasible explanation, really.

It was either that, or perhaps it was because Eddie was convinced that Steve hated him for some unknown reason.

Eddie tried to become friends with Steve during the aftermath of the Upside Down, and for a while it seemed like it was working. It seemed like Steve actually enjoyed Eddie’s company.

They’d hang out first with Rob, or Dustin. And then just by themselves. Steve even came to smoke up at the trailer once or twice, ended up crashing on Eddie’s couch. Steve used to smile at him, and nudge him in the shoulders like they were sharing some inside joke, or sling his arm around Eddie casually like they’d known each other for ages.

It always made Eddie feel like he was buzzing, like there was some sort of weight in his chest that spasmed and choked him. His therapist had said that it was probably some sort of satiation for his inner child, finally being accepted by someone who was deemed popular. Eddie hadn’t ever thought he cared about shit like that, but the subconscious was a mysterious place, he was coming to learn. Definitely explained the attachment he felt for Steve those first few months out of the hospital; the absolute giddiness he felt when they got to hang out.

But that was at the beginning. The start of July was when Eddie noticed Steve acting different towards him. Avoiding touch, and then eye contact, and then Eddie’s calls, and finally, just Eddie altogether.

The pit Eddie had felt in his stomach from losing Steve’s affection had been awful. He really thought they were becoming close, really thought it was the start of something. A really great friendship.

But Steve peaced out as quickly as he bonded with Eddie, apparently deciding now that they were back in the real world, they couldn’t really mingle anymore.

The bond they formed in the Upside Down was acceptable when they were actively monster hunting, but Eddie supposed now that things had somewhat calmed, reality started to crash into focus. Steve was still a jock; Eddie was still a freak. Therefore, no more sitting across from each other at Benny’s Diner.

That was Eddie’s theory, at least. When he’d ask Robin about it, she’d just shrugged her shoulders and said, “He hasn’t spoken badly about you. Like, at all. Seems like he likes you to me.”

Then, as if to prove his point, Steve would go all red when Eddie would stop by his work and go hide in the back room until the kids picked whatever Sci-Fi movie and piled back in Eddie’s van.

Whatever. It didn’t matter.

Eddie survived sans Steve before the Upside Down, he’d survive without him now.

He picked up the phone and dialed Robin’s number.

“Hello?”

“Rob,” Eddie greeted, a smile already forming on his face from hearing her raspy voice. “What are you up to?”

He could hear a snort from the other end of the line. He knew she was rolling her eyes. “On a Friday afternoon at five PM? Absolutely nothing, of course.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“Did it sound like sarcasm?”

“I’ll be honest with you,” he said, tucking the phone against his shoulder as he poured himself a mug of old drip coffee from this morning, “it very much did.”

“You’re getting better at social cues!” she mockingly praised.

“Watch it, Bucky. Don’t get too comfortable hiding behind that phone.”

“You’ll forget before the next time we see each other. I’m not too worried.”

Eddie sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since his uncle left the trailer. “Does that mean you can’t hang?”

The line crackled as Robin moved through her living room. Eddie could imagine her flopping on the couch, getting comfortable, her green phone glued to her ear with a big bowl of popcorn settled in her lap. “Noooott necessarily,” she drawled out. “Although, I know you’re not exactly fond of parties.”

Eddie furrowed his brow as he slid his mug onto the new microwave’s glass plate. He’d gotten it for Wayne’s birthday with some of the hush money the government had… well, hushed him with. Eddie had promised to keep his lips sealed when they flashed him the size of the cheque. Not like he had many people to tell, anyway.

“You’re going to a party?”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding surprised. “Steve’s party? For his twentieth?”

Eddie’s stomach dropped. “Steve’s having a party for his birthday?”

As far as he’d known, Steve said he was doing a quiet thing with his parents and his aunt that he didn’t even want to attend, and that was that. He’d just shrugged when Eddie pressed about celebrating with his friends, muttering something about it feeling weird to celebrate after everything that went down earlier in the year.

Which had been fair enough.

But now it was abundantly clear that Steve had been lying to Eddie. To keep him away.

“Uh, of course he is, Doofus. He told me you said you couldn’t come?”

Eddie, for some wild reason, felt his eyes pricking with tears. Out of anger or betrayal or confusion, he wasn’t really sure. It was dumb; he was tough, and he didn’t cry when jocks hated him ever before. So he swallowed them back down.

“Guess my plans changed,” he said, venom seeping into his tone. Fuck Steve and his master plan to keep Eddie from attending his dumb house party. “I’m coming.”

It seemed that Robin was totally oblivious to his anger as she squealed excitedly from the other end of the line. “Yay! Will you come pick me up then? It would be so much cooler to show up with a friend than have my mom drop me off in front of all the former popular kids of Hawkins High.”

“Why do you care about that shit?” Eddie asked, even though he knew it was hypocritical of him.

“Look, I know you’re totally unaffected by the social hierarchy, Eddie, but I’m unashamed to admit that it’ll feel kind of amazing to debut myself as Steve’s best friend, you know? And I’d rather do it in your shitty van than have my mother yelling that she loves me from the open window of her Honda Civic.”

“Don’t call ol’ Heffer shitty,” Eddie sulked. “It’s not good to bite the hand that feeds you. Or something like that.”

Eddie ignored that it didn’t feel great when Robin said she was Steve’s best friend. That heavy shadow of jealousy weighed down on him. He was unclear whether it was because he was jealous of Steve or Robin.

“Whatever,” Robin said, her voice laced with yet another eyeroll. “Pick me up at seven-thirty?”

Eddie nodded, his face still pulled into a scowl. When he realised Robin couldn’t see him, he shook his muddled brain and mumbled, “Uh—yeah. Seven-thirty. See you then.”

“Cool. See you soon, Doofus,” Robin sang. And then the line went dead.

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[wynnyfryd]

💖 2024 Steddie Fic Recs 💖

@thefreakandthehair and i were talking about how so many of the fics we can name off the top of our heads are from right after the show came out because we were still actively making rec lists back then, so:

in no particular order i present to you an incomplete list of fics i love that were published or completed within the last two months

short fics (<10k)

Found God In A Tomato by @beetlesandstarss 5.7k | rated M | fluff, text fic

syrupy sweet strangers to first date fic. without spoiling anything, eddie is a flustered cutie and steve is a fuckin' menace who's lucky he's so hot

he tightened he grip by @steddieas-shegoes 1.3k | rated E | crack not treated remotely seriously

Mickala beloved your commitment to the bit makes me wanna commit myself to you 💍

Slide It In by gayhandshake 1.8k | rated E | multimedia crack

another truly impeccable work of crack fic, i laughed so hard at the first image that i made it the icon for my private discord server

what's that sound? (there's a funny man at my door) by @jewishrat420 4.8k | rated M | spicy six text fic

laughed out loud at this fic so many times i really don't know what else to tell you. as a matter of fact, i went to look at my bookmark note to see what else i had to say about it when i read it, and my note just says "fucking hilarious i laughed out loud like 6 times" 💀 did not do not will never know what else to tell you except that the phrase "the goyim of gender" just randomly pops into my brain once every four or so days now

medium fics (10-20k)

In the Kitchen or the Tulips by @teddywesworl 44k | rated E | telepathic soulmate AU

this fic said "watch me flip this trope inside out like a freshly cubed half of an avocado" and then DELIVERED. i finished this fic and then stared at the side of my husband's head for long enough that he looked over and went "wtf are you doing" lmao hush baby i am contemplating the implications

they're going to send us to prison for jerks by @greatunironic 16k | rated E | social media AU

okay firstly the premise of this fic is so specifically and delightfully unhinged; love that i'm not the only one who looks at a random tiktok account and manically whispers to myself "there's a fic in there somewhere." secondly the execution is a 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta TEN

long fics (50k+)

Sneaky Link by @morningberriesao3 152k | rated E | onlyfans au

the sex is HOT the boys are dumb as goddamn ROCKS what more do you need? oh, what's that? you do need more? sick because this fic also has: the tags "cum slut eddie munson" and "everyone is gay (because i say so)", chrissy the homophobe slayer being the cutest little spy, and jason getting his ass whooped, like, spiritually. on a spiritual level. physically unharmed but that boy's soul is missing teeth do u understand what i am saying

podfics!

it was love, love alone read by @reena-jenkins 21min | rated E

am i technically reccing my own fic on my own fic rec list? you bet your sweet ass i am, i don't even care how tacky that is reena's performance is hilarious and deserves to be listened to at least 40 more times while doing the dishes

relax (lay it back) read by @flintandfuss 1hr 10min | rated E | yogi dom steve x sub eddie

listen if i'm already being gauche then i gotta include my internet wife's belated birthday present to me, like i gotta. morally and lustfully obligated.

Schiava by @teddywesworl read by aheada_lettuce 1hr 30min | rated E | kas!eddie AU

said it once already today and i'll say it again, i cannot believe one of the best reading voices i've ever heard belongs to a person i mentally refer to as fucking lettuce LOL anyway this read is incredible and i have listened to it Times(tm)

and lastly, if you want more recs (like, 348 more specifically), you can browse my full list of public st bookmarks here

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fic recs #i'm still playing catch up on tbrs from 2023 so don't have a ton of new fics to rec just yet but these are all excellent i promise <3 #steve harrington #eddie munson

[shelterfromrealityy]

inspired by sneaky link by morningberriesao3

if you like a modern steddie au then go read ittttt

#this is my first moodboard so be nice <3 #steddie #steddie moodboard #eddie munson moodboard

[mrsjellymunson]

🎂🥂🎉🎈🥳 It’s My 1 Year Tumblrversary!!!

This month marks one year since I joined Tumblr, and I just wanted to say a massive THANK YOU for the welcome and support I’ve had since I got here (which I hope I’ve returned in some small way). Also, of course, for the stunning and tremendous writing, the art, the edits, the gifs, the stories, the hilarity, the angst and, yes, the exquisite smut that I’ve been fortunate enough to read ❤️

I wasn’t certain I’d ever be brave enough to share any writing, but with encouragement, a little guidance and some balls manifestation I eventually did, and I’m so glad I took the plunge. I also want to sincerely thank EVERYONE for every like, comment, reblog, comment reply and tag. It’s all helped to make me feel like I’m meant to be here.

Whether we’ve bonded over embroidery or ear plugs or all the different versions of Eddie, I want to say you genuinely change my days for the better and ILY all 💗

Yours, sappily and embarrassingly gushily,

Kittie 💋🐈

I still don’t know exactly how everything works (Tumblr doesn’t make it easy), but I do know that it’s likely that hardly anyone will see this, so I hope nobody minds that I’ve tagged a few people who have made my first year here all the more enjoyable, whether with reading, writing or general interaction.

(in no particular order and not at all exclusive, plus there’s a tag limit - THERE ARE SO MANY MORE!) @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @steddieas-shegoes @wynnyfryd @bettyfrommars @indulgence-be-thy-name @morningberriesao3 @lesservillain @raccoonboywrites @themultiverseofmars @deathbecomesthem @justsomestoriessx @voyeurmunson @abibliophobiaa @msgexymunson @somnambulic-thing @word-wytch @boomhauer @manda-panda-monium @jemmacdraws @jqmunson @the-unforgivenn @ghost-proofbaby @trashmouth-richie @blueywrites @munson-blurbs @carolmunson @hellfire--cult @eddies-house @loveshotzz @harrywavycurly @pinkrelish @bimbobaggins69 @mmunson86 @ghost-proofbaby @sadlittlesquish @eddiessluttywaist @lonelysatellites @roanniom @corroded-hellfire @dr-aculaaa @neonghostlights @sunshinepeachx @berenwrites @bramble-berries @eiightysixbaby @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @storiesbyrhi @apomaro-mellow @sofiiel

#personal #1 year tumblrversary #happy tumblr birthday to me #stranger things fanfic is my family now #1year #where did that go #thank you all for being utterly brilliant #sappy #gushy #emotional #ty #TYSM #ily 💗

[wroteclassicaly]

In light of the negativity and drama that’s been surrounding this fandom (I know my stupid ass theatrics have contributed. I’m trying to be better and learn to block and ignore.), I’ve decided now is as good as time of any to show some mutuals some positivity & love! Enjoy the cheesefest, and know that I love ya, from the bottom of my heart ❤️

I admire your spirit, your beauty, and your talents! And I’m trying to remember everyone, plus a few non-mutuals, so hopefully I got most of you!

@corrodedcoffinchrissy

@hard-candy-writing

@hellfiremunsonn

@manicpixiedreamcurl

@likedovesinthewnd

@msgexymunson

@changemunson

@choke-me-eddie

@roanniom

@munsons-maiden

@usedtobecooler

@beep-beep-sherlock

@sweetpeapod

@storiesbyrhi

@edsforehead

@eiightysixbaby

@lunatictardis

@hazzaismyreligion

@abibliophobiaa

@bewilderedbunny

@punk-in-docs

@corroded-hellfire

@myosotisa

@pastel-pillows

@chestylarouxx

@palmtreesx3

@big-ope-vibes

@nightonblogmountain

@themarvelous-mrsmunson

@chaoticmunsons

@tomtomslongdong

@take-everything-you-can

@morningberriesao3

@xxhellfiregirlxx

@venuslore

@onegirlmanytales

@steveshairspray

@breddiemunson

@br0ck-eddie

@mopeymopeymouse

@urdadsnewgiirlfriend

@hopsgirl

@pollenallergie

@keerysquinn

@penandpage

@serasvictoria

@lofaewrites

@screammunson

@lesservillain

@girlwiththerubyslippers

[film-in-my-soul]

Dirty Words | 10,207 | morningberries / @morningberriesao3

Summary: Steve gives Eddie a lesson on dirty talk, but things start to get carried away.

Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes | 10,780 | AidaRonan / @aidaronan

Summary: When Steve finds the flyer for Bayou Bobby's midnight swamp tours, he's excited to finally get the opportunity to do something interesting on his work trip to New Orleans. Until he finds out he's human bait for something that lives in the swamp. Something with claws and scales and eyes that glow red in the moonlight.

if you wanna be my lover (you gotta be my friend) | 10,909 | hopewithfeathers

Summary: Eddie is so unused to being this fucking messed up over one specific person, and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The fact that it’s Steve fucking Harrington doesn’t make it any better, and even though Eddie knows him now and he’s a good guy (the best guy, actually), it doesn’t help that Steve is probably, one hundred percent not interested.

Bad Timing | 11,071 | Anonymous

Summary: Steve's just trying to keep them all alive. He's stuck in the Upside Down, he's been attacked by flying demon bats and this is turning out to be a really terrible week. He's ignoring the aching in his body and the fever he seems to be developing because getting out of the hell dimension really seems like a more pressing matter. Except it's not just his injuries he's been ignoring. The stress has brought his heat on months early and being surrounded by Eddie Munson's scent is not making things better. Thanks to everything else going on, he doesn't notice until it's too late.

thirty days | 11,570 | Adure / @toburnup

Summary: "Okay, you should probably leave,” Eddie says quietly, hand slipping underneath the blanket. His other hand reaches for the remote and he pauses the movie. “Why?” “‘Cause I’m going to jerk off.” Steve's mouth is dry. His body is heavy. “I don’t want to go.” “Fine." Eddie leans his head back against the wall, reveals the column of his throat. "Stay.”

Please see below for more recommendations!

got a devil's haircut (in my mind) | 11,809 | harmonictechnicality / @harmonictechnicality

Summary: Models are beautiful people, that’s the goddamn gig. Makeup, no makeup. Photoshop, no photoshop. They just look better than the general population and society accepts that as a fact. But Eddie is a grubby little voice actor that burrows himself up in his boxy apartment for days. Very little sunlight, very little human interaction, and a shit ton of takeout. Long story short, he doesn’t get out much. So this? Seeing a biblically hot heartthrob in the flesh? With his own two eyes? It’s knocking him into deep space. Sending him into an astral projection without sticking a tablet on his tongue first.

the pre-show ritual | 12,062 | helix_stomper

Summary: Steve wasn’t really all that surprised to find himself here. He had never seen a gloryhole before. He’d chalked them up to a horny teenager’s pot at the end of the rainbow. Fantasy, and nothing else. A fat old man couldn’t squeeze down a chimney, and a guy couldn’t get his dick sucked in a public bathroom. But here it was, a small circular hole cut into the side of two adjacent stalls, as real and as terrifying as it could be. What surprised Steve about tonight was that he wasn't sticking his dick through the hole. Instead, he found himself sitting on his heels in front of it, hands wringing anxiously in his lap as he licked his lips and waited for someone to shuffle into the other stall.

In My Boxers, Half Stoned | 12,338 | Eddywow

Summary: "You can," Eddie said, almost sounding like he was nodding along to his words. The image was too pure for Steve. "You could say anything you want to me and I'd- I think I'd be into it. Because I saw your pics and like, I know your face isn't in them but- but I really like them. Is it okay that I liked them?"

An Accidental Flogging | 12,965 | ArtaxLivs / @artaxlivs

Summary: Steve is just staring at him, looking at Eddie over his shoulder. Eyes wide, mouth open in a perfect O. The ring of the smack Eddie just delivered on his perfect, beautiful ass still resonating in the empty kitchen.

Bone Mirror | 13,048 | Oonionchiver / @azrielgreen

Summary: Steve has never killed a human being before. It’s all he has. His life is oppressively quiet. Silent. Waiting for the day he’s brave enough to fill the pool again. Waiting for change. Waiting for the moon. It’s all he fucking has. Until Eddie Munson is accused of murder.

Swipe Right | 13,759 | aaliona / @bifuriouswaterbender

Summary: Eddie Munson knew how to take a profile picture, Steve decided right then. The angle was from straight on, but Eddie had his head tilted to the side, somehow managing to give big doe eyes at the viewer as his long hair fell around him. His sleeves were pushed up, showing off tattoos on both arms that he was subtly flexing. Steve had heard a lot about Eddie and didn’t even know which of it to believe. But hey, perhaps this was his chance to find out. At very least, Munson seemed like the kind of guy to know what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, Steve swiped right.

I’m on the Hunt (I’m After You) | 16,362 | OhlioOh

Summary: Odd is Eddie Munson’s thing, acquiring knowledge of the esoteric and strange a core tenet of his personality. Yet Hawkins National Park had been one big, beautiful blind spot. Plenty of people visit, plenty of people vanish, and yet not a soul is talking about it. Something is stalking these woods, and Eddie is going to be the one to find it. If only Park Ranger Steve Harrington wasn’t such a giant, unfairly attractive pain in his ass.

A Gem Beyond Counting | 13,728 | teddywesworl / @teddywesworl

Summary: The wrong feeling pitches and dives toward nausea again. Steve folds in half, eyes squeezed shut. The room spins, and his skin goes clammy. Behind the rush of white noise in his ears, he thinks he hears Eddie’s voice, calling to him, saying his name. There’s a soft pressure on his back that moves up to the back of his neck, and— Gone. Everything’s fine. He feels fine. He feels good, even. Eddie has a hand on the back of his neck and one clutching his forearm. Eddie looks frantic, eyes wide, a sheen of sweat on his face and stray damp curls stuck there. Steve’s gaze is drawn to his mouth, taut and worried and always in motion. He wants to lick into it.

fear is fading fast | 14,389 | amiparanoidmuch (p1013) / @p1013

Summary: Eddie is twenty years old. He lives in a small sprawl of suburbia that holds his heart in a vice grip. He only knows one gay man—himself—and he's never getting laid, ever.

Hard to Learn | 20,285 | DaaroMoltor

Summary: Steve pulls up to just outside the garage door, then cuts the engine. He turns in his seat. “Eddie.” He startles, a visibly painful jerk, and his eyes snap to Steve. Steve meets them steadily, trying to project calm. Eddie’s gaze do linger on him for a moment, before he looks around. The house towers above them, dark and empty. Eddie frowns, plainly confused, then glances to Steve and- Realization dawns, then it’s quickly followed by anger and… hurt? The first quickly eclipses the latter, and Eddie flings open the car door. “See you around, I guess, Harrington,” he spits, beginning to limp away. Steve is so startled that it takes him a moment to get his bearings. “Hey!” he calls, scrambling out of the car. “Hey! Where are you going?! You can barely even walk!” “Home,” Eddie snaps. “And I’m walking because apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t deserve a fucking ride.” “Oh, for the love of-,” Steve mutters, then runs the couple of hobbled steps that Eddie has managed to put between them, grabbing his arm to spin him around. “Your home is half portal, idiot,” Steve says. “You’re staying with me.”

The Adventures of Eddie Munson, Cheerleader | 26,082 | bookworm1805

Summary: Hawkins Indiana, January 1985 The moment the basketball players walked into the gym, all hell broke loose.  Curses were spat. Teenagers whispered in scandalized tones as their nikes squeaked over the polished wood floor. Prayers were chanted. Somewhere across town, a baby probably cried. Eddie Munson grinned. 

the affliction of the feeling | 27,203 | nondz (pinkjook)

Summary: “Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?” “I know I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says.

for your eyes only (i'll show you my heart) | 32,068 | strawberryspence / @strawberryspence

Summary: “Damn you, Harrington.” Eddie shakes his head, looking back at the box again. He can see Robin looking at him, but Eddie avoids looking at her. He didn’t want to answer questions about his damn crush on Steve freaking Harrington and how he keeps getting more perfect by the minute. Eddie needs him to stop, like literally right now. “Oh my god,” Dustin screams, making Eddie look at him from across the room. Eddie finds him staring at someone, so he follows his line of sight and finds one Steve Harrington, yeah, that one, the one he just asked a second ago to stop being perfect? Yeah, that guy is standing at the bottom of the stairs with a crumpled box in his hands and is wearing glasses. Steve Harrington just exceeded perfect.

off the beaten path | 34,208 | pukner

Summary: "I'm saying this," says Steve, loudly, cutting him off, "because someone I love is, uh, gay. And I love them, but like, platonically. And also me calling you a queer might've been a little hypocritical, in restrospect." There is a long, baffled pause. "What," says Jonathan, "Steve, are you--are you coming out to me?" Steve frowns, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am. Cool."

The Shire is NOT on Fire | 54,148 | kissesforcas

Summary: The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event. Steve has more fun than he admits. And then Steve has a LOT more fun than he admits.

Ahoy, Big Boy | 83,733 | ChronicRabbit

Summary: Scoops Ahoy. America’s favorite place to cool down, and quite possibly the lamest summer job under the blazing Indiana sun. Especially if you were former High School royalty, brutally rejected by each and every university you’d applied to and promptly cut off by your shitty parents in an effort to teach: “some goddamned responsibility.” Between accidentally intercepted secret Russian communications, a meddling preteen matchmaker with no collarbones, and increased proximity with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, a measly $3 an hour plus tips is nowhere near enough to deal.

caught in the middle, helpless again | 131,425 | margosfairyeye (Skittery) / @margosfairyeye

Summary: Fuck, Eddie has been here before. The deja vu was bad enough but this is like, double, this is like deja deja vu or deja vu vu or something, this is unprecedented shit here. And Eddie knows what comes next, knows like the roiling ache in his stomach that they’re going to go in, go though the portal and into the Upside fucking Down and didn’t they already do this?

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#steddie #steve/eddie #steddie reclist #reclist #fanfic reclist #stranger things reclist

[runninriot]

(smutty) six sentence sunday monday

rules: post 6 sentences (smutty or not!) of an unfinished work

was tagged by @sidekick-hero 🖤 THANK YOU, LOVE!

tagging with zero pressure @wormdebut @wynnyfryd @postmodernau @griefabyss69 @morningberriesao3 @novemberthorne @thefreakandthehair

steddie spicy time snippet below the cut

“Yes, what? Think you forgot something there, sweet thing. Do I have to remind you of the rules?”

Steve wraps a hand around Eddie’s throat, fingers squeezing enough to force a desperate gasp out of him.

With his other hand, he tightens the clamp on Eddie’s nipple, turns the screw once, twice until a pitiful whimper leaves Eddie's shiny, parted lips.

   “Yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir. I- please, it hurts.”

    Good, Steve laughs to himself, satisfied with the way his willing victim already sounds so out of it, has this trembling in his voice like he’s close to crying.

And isn’t that a beautiful thought.

#six sentence sunday #but make it monday #tag game #steddie #steddie smut #wip

[steddie-island]

Six Sentence Sunday✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work and tag 6 people

Thank you @hitlikehammers

This is from “a leg to stand on”, with sex worker Steve and Virgin Eddie (which was supposed to be a standalone PWP thing but this might end up being for something on sub Eddie week we’ll see.)

No pressure tags for @pearynice @wynnyfryd @wormdebut @griefabyss69 @morningberriesao3 @puppy-steve

NSFW below the cut and also more than six sentences because I can. 😌

A light slap to his hip brought him back to the moment, got him out of his head and to where Steve’s fingers were stroking over his cock. 

“Beautiful?” Eddie didn’t mean for it to sound like a question, it was just hard to focus when there was so much happening to his body all at once.

Another light slap, this time to his ass. It was barely enough to sting, just to help ground him before — fuck— those two thick fingers were pushing back into his body. 

“What are you?” Steve asked again. His fingers curled towards Eddie’s prostate at the same time that big hand slid down his cock like it was trying to wring something out of him (Eddie had the briefest thought of duh, that’s exactly what he’s trying to do, dumbass) but he couldn’t ponder on it when Steve’s teeth were on his neck, adding another mouth shaped bruise to his skin.

“I’m— I’m beautiful.” Eddie was shaking, felt like he was going to shake apart if Steve didn’t stop. Or if he did. 

Maybe he would just shake apart into nothing anyway if no one else ever touched him the way Steve was touching him. 

If Steve never touched him this way again. 

#Please let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged in these!! ❤️ #Steddie fic #Writing game #I might do one of these for Baron/Baroness I wanna work on that one more #WE’LL SEE!!! #Kintsugi_kid ao3

[bettyfrommars]

14 & 16 & 17 if it is not to much to aks

Hiya love!

#14: a few fics you think are underrated and deserve more love

this one is hard only because there are so many. this place can be really lopsided with where all of the attention goes.

@deadboyfriendd is out of this world talented and I recommend everything, but for sure Stains in the Granite is a favorite

everything @dr-aculaaa does should have thousands of notes, I love the way they write Steve sm, but I also think about their older Eddie fic Mangoes, Menudo, and Mending on a regular basis.

Exile in Guyville by @chestylarouxx is such an immersive 90's fic and Eddie is so goddamn hot in it. They never miss either, with their writing, it's all fantastic.

(I had another ask for #14, so I'm going to share a few more recs in another post ❤️)

#16: three fics or blogs that you would recommend to someone completely new to this fandom

hmmm for blogs I'm going to say @storiesbyrhi and @myosotisa because they know their shit, but are also very inclusive, and welcoming. Rhi was one of the first ones to curl me into her cleave(r) when I started my page.

also, @mmunson86and @tomtomslongdong reblog commentary is as in depth as it gets, and a new person could find some favorites on their pages.

(sorry that's 4)

#17: your three favorite smuttiest fic recs from this year and why

OH hands down the Come As You Are universe from the great @somnambulic-thing Their smut will rearrange your brain.

absolutely Dirty Words by @morningberriesao3 because holding hands while giving hand jobs

@lonelysatellites did THIS 3 part series which was touching as hell honestly and relatable

#end of year asks #fic recs

[wormdebut]

Last Three Lines Tag Game

Honored to be tagged by @sidekick-hero and @house-of-the-moving-image kissin’ u both

Zero Pressure, just love for your works and talents tags for @wynnyfryd @steddieas-shegoes @morningberriesao3 and @runninriot

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“You’re having a hard time focusing tonight. Do you want to talk about why?” Steve asks and Eddie shakes his head. No, he doesn’t want to talk about why. He doesn’t even know why. He wants to be here. He wants to turn his stupid fucking brain off. He wants to get railed within an inch of his life.

“Words, please.” Steve asks.

“No. I don’t want—I want—“ Eddie starts, but pauses quickly. His eyes flick up to meet Steve’s. “I just want what you want. What do—what do you want?”

#a want or a need? #smirky face smirky face smirky face #steddie #worm brain

[morningberriesao3]

i’m almost done writing the beast that is chapter 17 of Sneaky Link. sorry for the delay.

but here’s a little excerpt 🙊

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“Oh, for the love of God, please tell me you two haven’t blown each other in the shower stalls!” Robin can feel her face fall in horror, mental images swirling around in her brain that she’ll definitely be talking about next month in therapy. “What happened to public decency! Did you two get caught?! Are you facing legal action, Steve?”

“Why just me?!” Steve’s voice gets louder as he wiggles his face out of his blankets to frown at Robin. “Should you not be saying, Steve and Eddie?”

“If Eddie is getting caught doing sexual things in public places, it’s one-hundred percent because you coerced him into it,” Robin says matter-of-factly. But when she sees the offended expression on Steve’s face, she tacks on, “And I mean that lovingly. Of course.”

“Are you serious? I’ll have you know that Munson is a freak—“

“Ahh—Lalalala! Can’t hear you!” Robin slaps her hands over her ears so she can’t hear Steve elaborate, even though his lips are still visibly flapping within her field of vision. She’s suddenly very happy she can’t read lips.

Robin hates when people call Eddie a freak—believe her. It makes her want to throw fists and utilize her two-years of Kung Fu lessons she took when she was a preteen. But she’s only now discovering, without her consent, that there are different contexts to the word. And she admittedly would rather hear Eddie get bullied.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie brainrot #steddie blurb #modern steddie #excerpt #morningberries #morningberriesao3 #sneaky link ao3 #platonic stobin #stobin

[wynnyfryd]

last sentence tag game

rules: in a rb or separate post, post the last sentence you wrote in any of your wips (original, fanfic, etc), and tag as many people as there are words.

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tagged by @a-little-unsteddie thank you! little two-fer for today because i just really like the ‘if you die, i die’ energy in this scene lol

“We’re not leaving you,” says Dustin.

“Wasn’t asking,” Steve replies.

—

tagging @postmodernau @griefabyss69 @legitcookie @jamiethegardener55 @jewishrat420 @thisapplepielife @morningberriesao3 @runninriot @cranberrymoons @steves-strapcollection

#last sentence tag game #tag games #writing game

[cryingglightningg]

thank you for the tag @m0llygunn <3 this is the cutest

make one here on pic crew

no pressure tags: @faefictions @gravedigginbbydoll @morningberriesao3 @keeksandgigz @littlexdeaths @aphrogeneias @eddiessluttywaist

#tag game

[mrsjellymunson]

Last sentence tag game

The rules: Post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

I was tagged by @zombiethingy , thank you my new friend! 🥰

It took me long enough, but I kept forgetting what my last line was, or it was boring, or it was too much of a spoiler 😆 but I can remember this one!

“That’s it, [characternickname], come sit on Santa’s lap.”

And yep, whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably exactly what it sounds like 😄🤭

So, 8 people to tag 🤔 I’ll pick people who I know like tag games, new moots and people I’m desperate to read more from and will take a single line 😆, but there’s no pressure, obvs!

@bettyfrommars @trinitywifey @msgexymunson @leelei1980 @imyourdaninow @morningberriesao3 @apomaro-mellow @word-wytch

IF YOU WANT TO JOIN IN, JOIN IN! and tag me so I can read your lines 😃

#tag game #last line tag game

[vecnuthy]

Six Sentence Sunday

rules: post 6 sentences of an unfinished work and tag 6 people

Tagged by @starryeyedjanai thank you bb 💚✨️ From the continuation of the steddie western au:

Why," Steve's voice rumble, his fingers squeezing tighter around the other man's wrist, pistol in his left hand still shoved into his chest. Why are you here? Why did you pull your gun on me? The other guy eased his own gun away from Steve's cheek, and pointed it up and away, fingers splayed in surrender. "Heard rumors," he said cautiously. His eyes still bore into Steve's.

Tagging @griefabyss69 @cheatghost @emryses @morningberriesao3 @ladykailitha @cuips-not-cute if you want 🖤

#tag game #wip game

[wroteclassicaly]

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

I

@indouloureux, @icallhimjoey, @inknopewetrust, @inklore, @icyharrington

J

@justmeinadaze, @joejoequinnquinn, @joshlmbrt

K

@keerysquinn, @keeksandgigz, @kiwi-bitchez

L

@lovebugism, @littlesubbyflower, @likedovesinthewnd, @lofaewrites, @loveshotzz, @lokis-army-77, @lonelysatellites, @lesservillain

M

@mypoisonedvine, @myobmaya, @myosotisa, @maximoffwxnda, @msgexymunson, @manicpixiedreamcurl, @mydearzero, @moonbeamsandmayhem, @mopeymopeymouse, @manda-panda-monium, @munson-blurbs, @munsons-maiden, @morningberriesao3

N

@nightonblogmountain, @natti-ice

O

@onegirlmanytales, @oneforthemunny

P

@poeticandors, @pinkrelish, @pastel-pillows, @penandpage, @palmtreesx3, @punk-in-docs, @pollenallergie, @parkermunson

Q

@queenimmadolla

#kristen’s author recs #kristen’s fic recs #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #nancy wheeler #argyle #robin buckley #jonathan byers #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stranger things 4 fic