#steddie fanfics

[strawberryspence]

i will never let you fall, i'll stand up with you forever

if this makes anyone cry, please don't blame me. someone 👀 gave me this idea... ( @thefreakandthehair / @henderdads )

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Eddie loves visiting the beach.

He has gone to two in his life. However, he always longed to go visit more, to pick one too many seashells and collect them all, to play in the water and bask in the warmth it brings. He has been to lakes, lots of them. However, growing up in Indiana doesn’t really entail a lot of beach days.

The sun passes through his skin, warmth and gold against him. There’s a lovely breeze sifting through his hair, intertwining him to the wind. The sand is soft on his toes, the feeling barely even there.

Arwen laughs as the sand washes on her toes, like Mother Nature herself tickling her with her kindness. Eddie watches her carefully, as she giggles and splashes at the water. A turtle comes up to the shore, making her yelp in excitement. It’s crazy how much she’s grown in the last few years, it’s like watching album pages being flipped in haste.

There’s soft snoring beside him, making Eddie turn. Steve’s eyes are closed, his chest humming with every snore. His hair sweeps against the wind, his freckles illuminated by the sun. He’s gotten old, wrinkles and glasses permanent in his face. Eddie doesn’t really care. He’s always been Eddie’s golden boy, he always will be.

He’s clutching a book about parenting, but Eddie doesn’t think he needs it. Arwen’s growing up perfectly and Steve’s doing great.

From a far, Eddie can see Nancy and Robin laughing at the fruit stand. So much time has passed now that they’re holding hands in public and no one bats an eye. They deserve it, he thinks. The happiness and pride radiating from them.

He turns his attention back to Arwen, his heart dropping when he sees her in the ocean, wading through the waves. She’s barely seven, the water stops just above her chest even if she’s still close the shore.

“Steve! Wake up!” Eddie tries to shake him awake, but Steve stays asleep, batting his hands away.

Eddie turns to Robin and Nancy, but they’re too far. He sighs, taking off his shoes, not that it matters. He rushes to the ocean and calling out to her, “Arwen! Come back!”

Arwen turns to him, familiarity shining through her eyes, something that still makes his heart stutter, “Eddie! Come swim!”

Eddie holds out his hand, “I know, honey! But you have to go back to the shore!”

She pouts, “But the turtle!”

“Ask Stevie for one, but we have to go!” Eddie pushes, as he feels the water pulsating around him. He looks around the water, surprised to see that people have run away. There’s something wrong.

“There’s a kid!” Someone shouts from the crowd, “A wave is coming!”

“Eddie! What’s wrong?!” Arwen shrieks when the water sways against them, fear evident in her eyes.

“There’s a wave coming. Hold my hand, honey. Come on. It’s going to be okay.” Arwen nods at him, wadding closer to him and trying to clutch his hands.

“I can’t!” She panics, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“It’s okay, honey. I got you!” Eddie catches her in his arms, concentrating all his power in protecting her. The wave surges forward.

“ARWEN!” Steve shouts from the shoreline and before Eddie can even look back, the wave sweeps them away into it’s hands.

Eddie’s not really sure how he does it, how he holds unto Arwen and brings her back to the shore. It’s the same adrenaline he felt when he had to dive through Lover’s Lake, following three people he barely know.

Steve runs through the crowd, Nancy and Robin right next to him.

“Come on, honey. You’re okay. You’re okay!” Eddie says, his hair dripping with water. He presses on Arwen’s chest. She coughs water out, bleary eyes opening and looking around.

“Oh thank God.” Eddie sighs, as Steve takes his daughter in his arms.

Steve’s shaking hard, and Eddie fights the urge to reach out, “Oh my god, you scared us.”

“I am okay, dad. I am okay.” Arwen reassures, clinging unto her father’s neck.

Robin wraps a towel on her as the people finally disperse as the commotion dies down, Nancy running a comforting hand against her back.

“Don’t ever do that to us again!” Steve wails pulling her away and brushing his hand through her wet hair, “Does anything hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor?”

Arwen shakes her head, smiling widely at her father, like she hasn't almost drowned minutes ago, "It’s okay! Eddie was with me!”

Steve freezes as Robin audibly gasps, her hand immediately clutching Steve’s shoulders.

Nancy’s mouth opening wide in shock, asking, “Who?”

Arwen, unaware of the tension she has caused, squeals, “Eddie! You know Eddie! My friend! He's always on the beach! He held on to me and brought me back.”

"Is that the reason you keep on wanting to go to beaches?" Robin asks, her own voice quivering.

"Yes! He's only on the beaches! He never goes away!"

“Peanut,” Nancy says softly, “What does Eddie look like?”

“Well,” Arwen looks at him, but he’s not far enough for it be apparent that she’s looking at someone not there, “He’s always wearing a shirt with a skull, like the one Uncle Dustin wears. He has long curly hair and he has pretty eyes.”

Eddie watches as the look on Steve’s face crumbles. It’s like watching his heart break into pieces right in front of his eyes. There has been so many handful moments that Eddie has seen Steve look like this because of him.

From the time Eddie pushed Steve out of the way, from when they were trying to revive him after their fifth and last go with the Upside Down, to the time they were burying him, to the time Steve went to what should’ve been their first date.

“Is he here? Is Eddie here?” Steve asks, sounding so broken and so young. Like it hasn't been twenty years since Eddie Munson died.

Arwen blinks at him, ready to say yes before Eddie jumps, pursing his lips, his dimples dipping, “Honey, don’t say I am here. Tell them I am not here. Please.”

Arwen’s brows furrow in confusion, but she shakes her head, “Eddie’s not here.”

Steve opens his mouth, but no words come out. “Are you sure?” Robin asks for him instead.

“He’s not here.” Arwen purses her lips, her dimples dipping and damn, that’s her lying tell.

Steve sees this almost immediately, recognition flooding in his features. He moves forward to kiss her forehead, “Okay, bean. I believe you. Can you do me a favor?” Arwen nods.

“The next time Eddie comes and shows up, can you tell him something?”

Arwen lets her eyes stray back to Eddie before looking back to her dad, “Sure, dad.”

“Tell him Stevie says thank you for saving his bean.” Steve chokes, but he pokes her stomach to make her giggle, “Tell him that I miss him everyday and I am glad that he’s around. Our metal guardian angel.”

Eddie holds up a hand on his mouth, turning away so Arwen won’t see his tears. He wipes it off, trying to get a hold of himself.

“Eddie says that!” Arwen exclaims in recognition, “He said he was my guardian angel, but he’s my friend.”

“That’s right, bean.” Steve approves, “That’s right.”

“Come on,” Robin pushes, knowing what her best friend needs right now, “I got you some pineapple juice!”

Arwen giggles as Robin and Nancy carry her off, swinging her between their arms. Steve stands still, his arms wrapping around himself as he watches the ocean and sun dance together.

“Eddie.” Steve blurts into the wind, making Eddie turn to him, “I know you’re here.”

Eddie laughs, his vision blurry with his own tears, “I am always here, sweetheart.”

He walks closer to him, watching the tears stream down Steve’s eyes. Eddie tries to wipe them away, his hands going through him.

“I did great, didn’t I?” Steve asks, making Eddie nod, “I am glad you’re here to watch her grow.”

Steve lets his eyes roam around the shore. For a moment— just a split moment— his eyes makes contact with Eddie’s. It fleets away soon after.

“I want to be around for Arwen as much as I can, but when I am ready, when it’s time…” Steve trails, letting his eyes flutter shut almost as if he can feel Eddie’s touch, “Please be there.”

Eddie smiles, “I’ll be there, Stevie.”

Arwen calls out, “Dad! Look at this seashell Auntie Robin got me! It has eyes!”

Steve wipes his tears, smiling at his daughter, “Give me a second, bean!”

“See you later, Eddie.” Steve whispers into the wind, before he starts walking back to his daughter.

Eddie watches from a far, watching as Steve throws Arwen into the air causing another burst of giggles. Nancy and Robin chuckling as they watch the father-daughter duo.

“See you later, Stevie.”

Arwen waves at Eddie, watching her friend slowly dissipate with the wind, like he's going home to the skies and ocean. The ocean is blue and bright, the sky beaming as it meets the ocean halfway.

She smiles. It's okay.

Eddie's never really gone. Not as long as Arwen visits beaches.

Luckily, Arwen loves visiting the beach.

#AHA #heavily inspired by your guardian angel by red jumpsuit apparatus #lex gave me this idea in their words 'i fear i poked the hornets nest' #this is the hornets nest #have fun #wooooo 👻 #GHOST EDDIE #tw mcd #tw ghosts #tw slight drowning #steddie #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanons #steddie fanfics #daeheadcanons

[duckgirl92]

Rockstar!Eddie x Steve

Ao3: Duckgirl_92

NSFW

 

Multicolored beams of light flashed across the bar. They were performing at a bar in Indianapolis; It was packed with people, most of them being drunk and confused. Steve was focused on Eddie, who was on stage performing with his band, Corroded Coffin. 

 He was wearing some of the tightest (leather) pants that Steve had ever seen and had his battle vest draped over a chest harness strapped across his chest in the shape of a star.

 The pants were laced up on the sides, hugging his legs and ass firmly, accentuating the dips and curves of his build. The leather harness was secured over his torso, digging lightly into his chest. 

 He had beads of sweat rolling down his face and neck, dampening his bangs and letting them stick to his forehead.  He was panting heavily, just having finished a song. And he looked good. Like, really good .

  Steve was in the audience, watching as Eddie played and sang, observing him. He was wearing some black jeans with a dark red polo, and a ring with the letters E.M engraved into the inside of it. 

 Now, Corroded Coffin's songs weren't sexual, not all of them. But the ones that were, God, they were- they did something to Steve. It might have been the lustful lyrics or the moaning in the background. Or maybe it was the fact that the moans were the audio of an actual video taken by them while doing some rather private activities.

 This specific song that he was singing though, had about a minute of just lewd noises. Short gasps and shaky moans ringed throughout the room. Eddie was on his knees with his legs spread slightly, leaning backwards to sit on the soles of his feet. He was shifting himself up and down, flexing his thighs and arching his back. All while running his hands down his body smoothly.

 There were so many people yet when Eddie sang, he looked directly at Steve. He was even winking and fluttering his eyelashes. 

 

  Have Steve's jeans always been this tight?

 

The whole situation was just sinful .

 I'd be fine if there weren't so many fucking people in the audience wanting to be in the same spot Steve was in. Or when Eddie would do something and others tried to gain his attention too. It was annoying, to say the least.  

 Even though there were people now openly flirting with him, Steve definitely did not get jealous, and maybe even a little angry.

 Not even when a random man came up to him and asked him for his number after the concert.

 

***

 

Which is totally why now he had Eddie on his back underneath him, getting fucked within an inch of his life.

  "What would all those people think if they saw you all fucked out like this? What would they say? Such a slut for me, baby." 

 Eddie whimpered. 

 He clutched at the bed sheets beneath him. "Don't care, Stevie. Just want you." Eddie managed out, biting his lip out of embarrassment.

 Steve grabbed Eddie's legs and raised them to bite Eddies calf gently, barely leaving a mark. He thrusted his hips forward again, this time earning a keen gasp from Eddie. 

 He stretched his arm out to cup Eddie's jaw, running his thumb over his lips before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on them.

 His lips were slick with saliva, drool running down the sides of his mouth. Whimpers and pleads fell from his mouth. He tried to cover his face with his arms, already blushing at the humiliation.

  Steve didn't like that.

 "Where'd all that confidence go? Don't get all shy on me now." Steve mocked and ran his hands all over Eddie's body, the pads of his fingertips barely touching him. Steve grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head with one of his.

 Eddie's cock bounced with every thrust, red and ignored. " It's embarrassing, Stevie." Eddie spoke. His voice was small and sheepish. 

 Curls of dark hair surrounded his face, creating a halo above his rosy face. His eyes were blown out and wide, looking at Steve through dark lashes. Smudged eyeliner and mascara coated his eyelids, coming down in streaks with his tears.

 "You're so pretty." Steve murmured.

 His body was splayed out for Steve, arching off of the bed. He pushed himself further onto Steve's cock, syncing their hips in a steady rhythm. His skin was on fire, burning and radiating heat. 

 Steve let go of Eddie's hands and instead placed them into his hair. He kissed Eddie again, this time driven by desire and lust, contrasting to how softly he had kissed him earlier. 

 Their tongues danced alongside each other, teeth clashing occasionally. Steve licked hotly into Eddie's mouth and bit his lower lip, just hard enough to draw blood. He flicked his tongue over the small bite and licked up the drop of blood surfacing there. 

 He swallowed every little sound that Eddie let out. He let out guttural noises, some of them coming straight from his throat; breathless and raw

 Steve rose up once more and re-angled his thrusts just right . With every snap of his hips, he hit Eddie's prostate repeatedly.

 He released Eddie's wrists and moved his hands down. He traced his fingers over Eddie's nipples, flicking and pulling at them slightly. They had found that his nipples were sensitive and Eddie was really vocal when they were toyed with. 

 He let out little whines and unsteady noises. His breathing was harsh, gasping for air between all the sounds. Steve bent down and took one of his nipples into his mouth. He nipped at it and swirled his tongue around the buds, making them red and perky. He twisted at the other one, as he felt Eddie squirm below him.

 "Please, Steve. Please." Eddie sobbed out. 

 Steve rose up and fisted at some of Eddie's hair, tugging at it.  "Please what?" Steve retorted. " Please let me come."  

 He shifted down slightly and grabbed the base of Eddie's cock and gave it a light squeeze. "Yeah? Want me to get you off like a little bitch?" 

 Eddie gave a weak 'yes please' and Steve obeyed. It was suddenly all too much. The hand in his hair and on his cock as well as Steve being deep inside of him was too much. His senses were being overloaded in the best way possible. His vision blurred as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. Ropes of white substance lined his torso and Steve's hand. Eddie came with a quiet, open-mouthed moan. 

 "Fuck, yes. I'm close too, just a little more." Steve grunted out. Eddie clenched around him in overstimulation, letting out a low, choked out whine.

 Steve finished inside of him, stopping his hips from moving. Eddie let out a groan as Steve pulled out slowly, regulating his ragged breath.

 He sat up and pulled off the condom, tossing it into the nearest trash can. "You okay?" Steve asked, looking at Eddie, still laying down. 

 "I feel great ," Eddie dragged out. "Just tired." He scrambled onto his knees and crawled towards the edge of the bed when Steve was. He leaned toward Steve, placing his head on top of Steve's shoulder.

 "Let's go shower now." Steve said and kissed the top of Eddie's head.

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[royalstcve]

I don't do this often but a friend of mine is doing a survey about fanfic platforms like ao3, wattpad and tumblr, so if you wanna fill it out please do <3 you would really help her out!!

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[eddie-munsons-missing-nipple]

help does anyone remember the fic where steve runs away to london and eddie finds him a few years later? steve was working in a coffee shop and there was a roommate named taylor (?) those are the only details i remember help

#steddie #steddie fanfics #looking for a fic please misters

[feministfandomgeek]

Steddie Fanfic Search 2

I only remember one scene. I think it's Eddie and Steve and the boys in the car. The boys are mocking Steve about how he never wins fights and always gets beaten up. Eddie comes to his defense and uses a DnD analogy comparing Steve to the Tank of a party and he takes hits for them to protect them and they should be grateful.

EDIT: FOUND! it's 'What Love Is' by kissesforcas

#steddie #steveddie #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfics

[669b-oldblog]

SABBATH PART 8

BEHIND THE WALL OF SLEEP

Eddie asks Steve out on a date. Their very first date.

( find it here )

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[soreddieforit]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

#its between me and god at this point #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #saltburn #marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #drarry #rosekiller #marylily #pandalily #steddie #reddie #stranger things #harry potter #queer #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #larry #gay #anderperry #ronance #byler #stucky #stony #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr

[artrealla]

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

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

[strawberryspence]

do u have any fic recs like this https://at.tumblr.com/steddilly/more-wifeguy-eddie-fics-please-i-want-him/atg8fycfz6qh ?

wifeguy rockstar eddie and just some guy steve <333

okay here's the thing wifeguy eddie and some guy steve is a good headcanon! but there's not much fics of it out there because people (me LMAO) want the juicy, angsty stuff 😭😭

this is the closest thing i can find to what ur asking for: scenes at home by peaktotheocean. there's two parts to that.

these are like the happiest ones i can find on my list that has famous eddie (and usually teacher steve):

People Like Us by duckyreads - outsiders pov (specifically steve's student!)

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding) by ohmars - they go on a vacation and they're all happy! i promise!

End of Beginning by FreshLoaf - teacher steve and his newly grammy award winner husband? i love them.

also it's sibling the spaces I’ve known, the places I’ve been by FreshLoaf

not really wife guy because they're both famous but Time's Always Right To Fix What's Wrong by SmokingThemOutBasements - is also pretty good. dustin's their son.

not what you wanted but i will recommend this fic any chance i get. The Babysitter by obstination! - Steve is a dad with two kids and Eddie is a rockstar in town to get some rest.

here are the more sadder, angstier ones:

to build a home by rocketshiptospace - SLOW SLOW SLOW burn. starts from the bottom to the peak of eddie's career and steve's feelings for him. like damn, these bitches simp over each other but still cant confess???? I LOVE IT.

self-promoting choose the rose garden (over madison square) by strawberryspence (me) - steve owns a flower shop and pines over eddie. also eddie's an idiot.

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic - THE OG

Your Biggest Fan by LexiRoseWrites - its a whole series! its also A/B/O, soulmate AU! rockstar eddie is very very very caring and sweet.

#dae's recs #agaij if you have more and something similar pls comment! #and check the comments and rbs!!! people are adding some of their faves in the tropes sometimes #thank you anon #i hope you like some of these! #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic rec #steddie fanfics

[steddiecameraroll]

ao3 (includes pt2)

Eddie knows he’s gonna lose it one day. Every single time he watches Steve put his hands on his hips and reprimands the feral teens, he wants to jump the man’s bones.

He ends up pinching whatever exposed skin he has when the urge hits him, leaving itty bitty bruises behind.

It works for months until one evening when Eddie lets his guard down and is 3 beers deep. Steve is leaning against the wall with his shoulder holding himself up. Eddie is telling him about how he had to haul Mike off Dustin the day before and Steve out of habit slides his hand up onto his hip.

Eddie stops midsentence and lets his eyes follow the long lean line of Steve’s body to his fingers.

“What?” Steve asks in confusion.

“Huh?” Eddie’s mouth is open when he looks back up.

“You stopped talking.”

“Well fuck, man.” Eddie sighs and flops against the wall near Steve, his back hitting flat and puffing out a huff of air. “You-you do that bitchy fucking stance and it drives me crazy. I wanna…UGH!” He covers his face, the beer can he’s holding presses against his cheek.

“You wanna what?” Steve sounds nervous.

Eddie whines and stomps his feet a little, trying to hold back his answer. It’s so close to falling out, resting on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna what, man?” Steve’s voice coming out stronger like he’s daring Eddie to be honest.

Eddie drops his hands and pouts over at Steve. “Don’t make me say it.” He shifts from one foot to the other.

“Say what? You’re acting weird.” Steve stands up straight and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Oh goooood, then you do that.” Eddie whines. “You don’t even know, look at you.” He sighs and flops his arms in defeat.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Steve stares like he’s watching a car crash.

“I WANT TO FUCK YOU! You stand like that and-and I can’t think. It makes me crazy. Like-like feral animal crazy. I want to rip your clothes off and scratch my nails down your chest and watch you tell those little shits off. I can’t fucking take it!” Eddie groans, spins on his heels, and stomps away.

Steve stands in shock, letting Eddie’s words sink in. After a brief moment he shrugs to himself and murmurs, “ok.”

Robin’s head pops around the corner. “What’d you say?”

Pt 2-ish

coffee? ☕️🍩💕

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[jewishrat420]

No one has ever flirted with Steve the way Eddie flirts with Steve.

And it's not like no one flirts with Steve. God, no, it's not like no one flirts with Steve. Steve can't walk into the grocery store without at least three sets of heads turning and focusing all their attention on him.

And he's not even trying to be cocky about it. That's just the reality he was gifted when he came out of his mother's womb looking like the world's freshest Adonis. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if they changed the colloquialism to "Steve."

Regardless. For as many people like to flirt with him, make themselves known, filtering in and out of his orbit like willing planets, no one knows quite how to get him going like Eddie. Maybe it's that they're not as confident as he is, maybe they're scared of the rejection Eddie was born facing and will die knowing.

Maybe they're scared of ruining their chances. Maybe Eddie isn't.

For whatever reason, Eddie doesn't seem like he's scared. Even though there was a long time before he knew Steve was bi, was just as into the flirting as Eddie was, even though there was a chance (not like it'd ever happen, but the unknown was there) that Steve could have beaten him up just for calling him "sweetheart," he did it anyway. He got right up into Steve's space, close enough that Steve could get high off the remnants of the joint he'd smoked earlier, and gave him a look that offered everything.

And, God, Steve wanted it. He wanted it all.

And so that began months of what Steve has so aptly referred to as torture. Apt, because he knows what it's like. He has the scars and the fear of ice cream and needles to prove it.

But this... this is a different kind of torture. Mental, emotional, spiritual, whatever you call it-- this is meant to tear him apart from the inside out, meant to make him want to rip his own bones out from his body and offer them to Eddie if it meant the other man making a fucking move.

And Steve would, is the thing. He would absolutely make the first move-- it's what he usually does, anyway, and he's got a pretty damn good success rate for it.

But, for whatever reason, this feels different. This back and forth they have, the constant teasing, the sliding in and out of each other's orbits, unable and unwilling to refute the most fundamental laws of gravity... it's something special, at least to Steve. Something sacred.

Which is why, when Eddie calls Steve "Harrington" for the first time in months, his first response is to pout.

They're about halfway through splitting a joint, the sweet smoke curling around wisps of hair and parted lips and filtering in and out of the holes in their sweaters. The air outside is getting colder, thinner, sharper, as the winter months dreg on. But inside the trailer, it's comfortable and warm. Safe.

Steve's being a bit of a hog, and he's man enough to admit that. But he had a shitty day at work and all he wants is to feel nothing other than the weightless relaxation of a good high buzzing through his bones. Sue him for taking a little more than his fair share of the good stuff, even if it is Eddie's.

"Steve," Eddie whines, reaching his hand out and curling his fingers in request. "Give it over."

"No," Steve responds, just on the edge of whiny. He brings the joint to his lips and takes a long, slow, deep drag, feeling the sweet heat of the smoke burning in his lungs, taking up the space where oxygen should be. He goes a little dizzy with it, feels his eyes lower. "Mine."

Steve can't see it, but he knows Eddie's rolling his eyes. Can sense the shift in the air, can sense every little fucking thing about Eddie at any given moment.

"C'mon, Harrington, you're being a brat."

And, normally, Steve would find another aspect of that sentence to freak out about. Would zero in on the word brat and relish in the flare of heat it sends shooting up his spine like firework sparks. Would squint his eyes at Eddie and tilt his head in the way he knows makes him look good, would give him his cutest little smirk and say, "Who, me?" and would preen in the response it gets.

This time, though, he's much too focused on the other name Eddie used for him. The one he hasn't heard come out of Eddie's mouth since before he realized that Steve was, as he put it, "actually a good dude."

He doesn't realize he's pouting until the sudden silence in the room starts to creep in, make a home in the buzzing in his ears. He didn't realize that he didn't say anything, and neither did Eddie, and now they're sitting in a mess of their own making. Of Eddie's own making, really.

His next words come out without effort, without intent.

"Don't call me that."

He chances a look over at Eddie, at the risk of appearing as vulnerable as he feels, and to his distress, he can't get a read on the man. His dark eyebrows furrow, brown eyes squinting slightly, and his lips part like he wants to speak. He licks them. Steve's eyes follow the motion unintentionally.

"Call you what?" Eddie says on an exhale. "A brat?"

Steve shakes his head. "Harrington. Don't like it when you call me that."

Eddie kind of softens, then, and Steve didn't realize he had stiffened until he isn't anymore. He sort of sinks into the couch, spreads his legs imperceptibly wider, and Steve wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the way his left knee brushes against Steve's just barely. Just enough for those heated sparks to send a couple pinpricks across his skin.

"No?" he says, looking over to meet Steve's gaze. His cheeks are flushed, whether from the weed or the heat of the room or the heat between them, and Steve's sure that his look the same. "What do you want me to call you, then?"

Steve's definitely blushing now. He looks away from Eddie, tucks his chin to his chest, lets the joint between his fingers burn away. Eddie takes it from him, gently, and brings it to his lips. Steve hears the paper crackling as he inhales.

His voice is quiet, almost meek, when he speaks. It's completely unlike Steve, completely unlike the persona he used to so proudly take on-- but then again, Eddie is completely unlike anyone that Steve has ever met. He's more real, more human, and in turn, Steve is too.

"...You know."

Eddie makes a little noise, then, something in the back of his throat that was born and died within the very same second it was released. Something soft, almost pained, like his body couldn't help the reaction it had to that sentence.

Steve watches the thin, long line of Eddie's arm reach forward and press the joint into the glass of the ashtray. He follows the motion until Eddie's hand settles into the rips over his knee, fingers intertwining with the thread. His pinkie is dangerously close to Steve's own sweatpant-covered skin, and he feels the contact as if Eddie were touching him.

Eddie's hand twitches like it wants to move, and Steve resists the urge to grab it, hold it within the warmth of his own palms.

"Do I?" Eddie says, his voice quieter than it was a moment ago. That thick silence fills the trailer once more, settling in between the soft buzzing of the lightbulb in the kitchen and the muffled humming of the crickets outside. Steve hears Eddie take a stuttering breath. "Tell me."

Steve sighs, feeling his chest burn as his heartbeat picks up. His throat pounds with the pulsing of it. He places his own hand on his right knee, pinkie finger edging closer and closer to the space where Eddie's meets his. Eddie's hand twitches again.

"Like it when you call me sweet things," he says on an exhale, as though getting it out all in one breath would make it easier. "Like how it makes me feel."

Eddie lets out another one of those noises, then, something more like a cut-off groan. His hand curls into the fabric of his jeans for no more than a second before he releases it, and Steve gets to watch as the blood blanches and then returns to his knuckles.

"Sweet things, huh?" he muses, voice only slightly strained. If Steve didn't know any better, he'd say Eddie is nervous. "Like... Stevie?"

Steve hums. "Yeah. I like that."

Eddie's pinkie moves closer. Barely. Imperceptibly, if not for the way Steve is tuned into his every movement, like a dog to the sound of their owner's keys.

"Yeah?"

Steve hums again.

"What about... sweetheart?"

Steve closes his eyes. Lets out a shaky breath, inhales a smoother one.

"Yeah."

Steve feels something brush against his pinkie. Something warm.

"Honey?"

Steve nods, biting his lip. "Mhm."

Eddie lets out a quiet little laugh. "Even big boy?"

Steve returns it helplessly, feels the edges of a smile pulling at his lips. The air feels cold on his teeth, as though he's burning up from the inside out and anything outside of his own body is a cooling salve.

"Especially big boy."

Eddie laughs a little louder, and the jostling of his body brings his pinkie even closer to Steve's. Completely pressed against his own, now.

Steve swears he can feel his heartbeat through it. Or maybe it's his own.

"What about..." Eddie takes a breath. "Love?"

Steve's own breath hitches. He opens his eyes, looks at where their skin is touching in more than one place. He feels it, feels every point of contact where the cells that make Eddie are existing with the cells that make Steve. Wonders, maybe, if they stay here long enough, if they'll merge and mold over time. Become one.

"Yeah," Steve breathes. "I like that one a lot."

Eddie hums, and the room falls back into silence for a moment. Steve's skin burns where their fingers are touching. He moves his hand to the right, just barely, just enough to let Eddie know that he feels it. Just enough to ask Eddie if he does, too.

His response is overwhelming.

Eddie moves his hand to the left, solidifies all the points of contact between them, and Steve feels like he's exploding. Feels like a bubbling pit of lava that's set to burst, to overflow, like it can't hold back anymore. Like it's tried for so long that it's hurting, now, pressurized and boiling and hot, way too fucking hot.

And then, Eddie crosses his pinkie over Steve's, and Steve thinks he's dying.

He takes in a sharp breath like it's the last one he'll ever get, and he doesn't even have it in him to be embarrassed about it. He knows Eddie is right there with him, knows he's not the only one feeling this irrefutable pull like gravity between them. Knows, hopes, it's only a matter of time before they collide.

Eddie hums again. He taps his pinkie once over the smallest of Steve's knuckles, almost like he's making a decision. He takes a long, slow breath before he speaks.

"You know which one's my favorite?"

Steve's throat clicks. "Which?"

"Look at me."

Steve turns his head to the right for no more than a second before Eddie's lips are on his.

It's hungry, it's indulgent, it's immediately addictive. It feels like breathing.

Eddie presses his whole body against Steve's, and he can feel the way his tendons flex where his hand is covering the back of Steve's. Where their pinkies meet, their fingers intertwine and cross over one another like the roots of a tree, their bodies the whole mycorrhizal network.

The next word is spoken against Steve's lips, and Steve can feel the way his mouth forms around it. Decides, from this moment on, that he never wants to hear it another way.

"Baby."

Steve's exhale is more of a moan, a dying sound that, like Eddie's before, lived for only a moment in his throat before pushing through the wall of his lips. Eddie takes it, holds it in his own mouth, swallows it down hungrily and slides his tongue against Steve's as though asking for more.

"That's--" Steve pants, getting his hands on Eddie's hips and pulling until he's seated in his lap. "Mine too."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, his lips still pressed against Steve's. Their words are muffled against each other, but they don't need to hear them to understand. They only need to feel the outline of them, the shape of the consonants and vowels against and around each other's tongues. They only need to press their bodies together and know, intimately, the meaning in each other's hearts.

"Yeah. Want you to call me that forever."

This time, Steve feels Eddie's laughter against his lips. His chest. Feels it bubble up in the space between his ribs, feels it flow into his mouth like a river, swallows it down like the first glass of water after a run. Feels his own creep up behind his teeth in return, gives it back to Eddie like an offering, who takes it greedily. Hungrily. Gratefully.

"Think that can be arranged, baby."

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #absolutely no idea where this came from #but it's here #first kiss #mutual pining #flirting #steddie first kiss #teasing #steve harrington is down bad #eddie munson is down equally bad #idk how to tag things

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve wearing a ring Eddie gifts him as a joke (so he can be less prep/more cool) except Steve ends up wearing it all the time.

Something happens-- Eddie misplaces or otherwise forgets his rings one night, and ends up having to go about the day without them.

He's so used to spinning and fidgeting with them that he feels practically naked. Keeps touching his bare fingers and wincing.

Without asking and mid conversation with Robin, Steve offerings him not Steve's own ring, but his entire hand.

Just gives his hand over to Eddie, an intrusive thought he followed without sparing so much as a second to think it through.

(Eddie plays with the ring on Steve's finger anyway, trying not to blush about it, but very much needing the distraction. )

Robin calls them out about ten minutes in, asking why Steve didn't just take the ring off. 

“Oh. I didn't think about that. Sorry Eddie.” 

“Don't apologize man, this is better."

Steve nods like that makes perfect sense, and Eddie refuses to elaborate further.

Robin wants to choke them both because they're fucking romance-blind idiots.

#steve is robins idiot #but eddie is slowly also becoming her idiot #idiot in waiting? #hmm #I have a few weird little bits like this idk where they came form #steddie #platonic stobin #stranger things #fruity four #0o0 fanfic

[unclewaynemunson]

“I need to tell you something.”

Shitfuckno. Eddie doesn't even know why he's still surprised. This is how it always goes, after all. He should probably just give up and stop dating altogether – again.

Steve looks at him exactly as ominously as the words I need to tell you something require. Perfect Steve. Funny Steve. Sweet Steve. Sexy Steve. Steve, who Eddie had genuinely believed to be different.

Eddie sighs, barely suppressing a dark chuckle while he turns away from that perfect face. He doesn't want to look at Steve when he'll tell him the undoubtedly messed-up shit he's about to spill.

“Lemme guess, you're married?” That was what the last guy he dated told him, seven months after they got to know each other. It can't be much worse than that, can it?

Steve grabs Eddie's hand, causing him to involuntarily jerk up his head and meet his eyes.

“How did you know?”

Jesus H. Christ. Not again.

Eddie roughly pulls his hand out of Steve's grip and laughs a joyless laugh.

“Apparently I'm a good guesser.”

He stands up from the park bench the two of them had been sharing. “Well, Steve, this has been a blast. You should go back to your wife, or husband – don't tell me, I don't even wanna know – and I should um, get going. Maybe tell the next person right away what they'll be getting themselves into. Would save them a lot of wasted time, just in case cheating and going around other people's backs isn't really their thing, y'know.”

“Eddie, wait, let me explain!”

Eddie picks up his pace, but Steve, stubborn as he is, easily keeps up with him.

“I'm really not interested, man.”

“It's not – I'm not cheating on her!”

“Okay, so you have an open marriage, good for you. Still the kind of information you could've shared with me, say, three months ago, don't you think?”

“She's a lesbian.”

And that makes Eddie freeze on the spot. It takes Steve two steps before he realizes Eddie has stopped moving; he walks backwards until he's standing right in front of Eddie.

“She's my best friend,” he says, immediately using Eddie's stunned silence to his advantage. “Robin, my roommate – I told you all about her. We wanted to buy a house together and that turned out to be very complicated when you're not... Well, when you're not romantically involved. So we got married. For the, um, practical reasons. We never – we're like siblings. I love her like a sister. But she's also my wife. Platonically.”

It takes a few seconds until Steve's words sink in. Then, Eddie leaps forward and basically collapses into Steve's arms, needing to hold onto him to prevent himself from crashing to the ground.

Steve's arms are warm, strong, and as safe as ever.

“Eddie, are you okay?” Steve asks softly. His lips brush against Eddie's ear while he speaks, and worry colors his voice.

Perfect Steve. Too-good-to-be-true Steve.

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” is the only thing Eddie manages to say.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” Steve says. “It's just – I've gotten some, um... Less than ideal reactions, in the past, whenever I told this when I was seeing someone. So I thought it'd be better to wait until things were getting serious.” He sighs, tangling his fingers in Eddie's hair. “I didn't wanna scare you off. Are we – are you okay?”

Eddie nods. He lifts his head from where it's resting against Steve's shoulder and raises his hands to squeeze them around Steve's face.

“We're okay,” he says. “And I'm sorry I didn't want to listen to you. I–” He stops; he can't find the words right away. It's still difficult to talk about those things; to let himself be vulnerable. But Steve has been honest with him, so it's only fair to return the favor.

“I've been hurt, Steve,” he confesses. “More than once. I've had some really shitty experiences with dudes not being honest with me. I thought that that was what was happening again, and I couldn't – I couldn't go through that again. Especially not with you.”

“Jesus, Eddie, I'm so sorry.”

“It's okay,” Eddie rushes to say, pulling Steve even closer towards him. “I trust you.” And as soon as these words leave his mouth, he knows it's the truth.

“I do want to be absolutely clear about one thing, though,” Steve says.

Eddie leans back in Steve's arms to give him an expectant look.

“Robin is my wife. I'm not planning on that to change anytime soon. We've been through a lot together. She's been the most important person in my life for years. We own a house and a dog together, and I love her more than anything. I like you a lot, and I promise you I'm all-in with you, but... Robin is still my number one. And that's not gonna change overnight. I need you to be okay with that.”

Eddie swallows. He looks into Steve's eyes. All he sees is a man who is honest, who loves his friends deeply, and who refuses to make any compromises when it comes to love – whether it be the platonic or the romantic kind.

It doesn't scare Eddie off; it only makes him fonder of Steve.

He smiles, glances around to check if they're alone, and presses a quick kiss against Steve's lips.

“I think I can live with that,” he says. “As long as I'm the only one who gets to do this.” He closes his eyes and lets his lips meet Steve's again.

The sigh that Steve breathes into their tentative kiss is one filled with relief.

#trying my hand at some exploration of the platonic soulmatism #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #stobin #platonic stobin #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #fruity ficlet

[feministfandomgeek]

Beloved Steddie fandom. Are there any fanfics where Eddie works at Scoops Ahoy out there?

#Steddie #stranger things fanfics #steddie fanfics #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington

[669b-oldblog]

lover's rock

fluff, romance, mechanic au, co-workers, steddie, eddie's pov.

After finding out Eddie is a mechanic, Steve gets a job at his shop in order to spend more time with him. Romance ensues.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fic rec #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfics #eddie fanfic #eddie fic #eddie fic rec #eddie fanfiction #steddie fanfiction rec #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic rec #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson x steve harrington fic rec #steve fic #steve harrington fic #steve fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic rec #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson fic #steve harrington x eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson fic rec #steve harrington x eddie munson fanfiction

[thefreakandthehair]

smooth operator

written for ‘hole’ | wc: 404 | rated: m | cw: n/a @steddiemicrofic

Crowd-work is Eddie Munson’s favorite part of stand-up. It’s actually become a niche of sorts, and tonight is no different.

“Something I’ve noticed in my time fucking men,” Eddie leads with, strolling across the makeshift stage, “is that you can tell how hot a guy is by how he takes off his shirt.”

The audience chuckles collectively.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. We’ve all seen movies. You, in the navy blue,” Eddie gestures with his chin at a man sitting at a hightop with two girls. “You’re a good-lookin’ guy. Let’s see if you’re hot. Show us how you take your shirt off.”

Without hesitating, Blue Shirt stands up and in one swift motion, grabs the back of his shirt with one hand and tugs it off over what Eddie tries not to think is perfectly soft, perfectly messy copper locks. Turns out, it’s easy to not think about his hair, because every rational and coherent thought he’s ever had about anything comes to a screeching halt.

It kills his set because that’s not the Hot Guy Method he’s been referring to but there’s not a chance in cold, dark Hell he can stand on stage and lie in front of this cheering, clapping audience. This guy is fucking hot.

“Oh my God,” he says in the microphone as Blue Shirt shrugs and flushes, just a hint of pink crawling from the hollow of his throat to his cheeks. “That’s never worked before. That’s never worked. I did not— wow, I did not see that coming.”

The crowd continues to laugh and applaud, Blue Shirt sitting confidently on his barstool with his shirt still in hand. Motherfucker doesn’t even have the decency to put it back on so Eddie can move on.

He’s really dug himself a fucking hole with this one, huh?

“Jesus H. Christ, I meant to do the motion. And that’s— listen, that wasn’t the hot way I meant but for the first time ever, audience, I admit defeat. I don’t know what the Hell just happened, but that’s the hot way now.”

Blue Shirt raises his glass and fucking winks at him, before calling out in response. “Buy me a drink after the show and I’ll show you the hot way to take off a belt, too.” 

Eddie’s jaw falls open and Blue Shirt wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk. 

author's note: sometimes, you see a video of a stand-up comedian and drop literally everything you're doing to make it about your blorbos. this is one such time. @henderdads @steddieasitgoes it’s here!

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddiemicrofic #steddie microfic #steddiemicroficjanuary #myblurbs