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I see your Eddie drawing constellations between Steve’s moles, and I raise you Steve drawing extremely janky doodles in the blank spaces between Eddie’s growing collection of tattoos.
Fic where Steve's dad finds out about the Russian torture but not the upside down because Steve 'don't talk to cops without a lawyer' Harrington and Robin 'be honest, what really happened to JFK?' Buckley won't tell the FBI what happened to them without a lawyer despite the fact that-
"You're not being arrested," The agent in front of them repeats for the hundredth time. "You're not being interrogated. This isn't an interrogation. It's an interview. We're gathering information on what happened tonight."
"That's what I'd say if I was interrogating someone," Steve shrugs. He turns to Robin and says, "That's how they get you."
"We're not trying to 'get you,' we-"
"They want to frame up for the mall burning down," Robin accuses. "You think you're so smart with your mind tricks. Well, we solved a Russian code with-"
"Robin."
"Oh," She's stops. Narrows her eyes. "Tricky."
"You already told us about the - what did you call it? The Mind Flayer."
"The flesh monster."
"Yes."
"We signed an NDA about upside down bullshit already so we talked about it. This is different. Duh."
Robin echoes, "Duh."
"Okay," The agent says. "Just tell up what happened when you were underground and-"
"Not without a lawyer."
The agent sighs.
The agent thinks they should've went to nursing school like their mother wanted.
The agent thinks the lord above that Mr Harrington and Miss Buckley's lawyer - Mr Harrington (father) - finally finished filling out his paperwork.
Steve's father looks pissed right up until he sees his son beaten half to hell. He opens his mouth to ask what the fuck happened when Steve turns to the agent.
"My dad-lawyer is here," He announces. "We can tell you about the torture now.."
my favorite genre of steddie fic is when Steve is like “i dont know how to function anymore, my brain hurts all the time and i can barely get myself to sleep because I cant stop worrying about everyone else” and Eddie is just like “okay im gonna soft dom you into taking care of yourself now please dont freak out” and robin watches with narrowed eyes from the sidelines while eddie hand feeds steve muffins over breakfast
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steddie fuckbuddies where eddie is pining away miserably but assumes King Steve The Heterosexual will never see him as more than a summer phase with a warm hand/mouth. steve thinks they're dating & assumes eddie is a just kind of a bad boyfriend who's not good at showing affection outside of the bedroom (steve finds it mostly endearing). but then one day they're tipsy and post-sex and steve sleepily kisses eddie's forehead and cups his cheek to gaze into his eyes before mumbling "you're so damn pretty, munson" and eddie is just. he just. he can't.
his first instinct is to say "fuck you harrington" and steve looks so lost like a sweet baby doe and eddie is a little nauseous and his heart hurts and he's always been a runner, so why bother changing now? messily shoving his legs back into his rumpled jeans and stumbling out of the front door without saying another word is easier than trying to explain to Steve Harrington that the freak of hawkins is in love with him
To me, Steve Harrington loves naps. He loves napping anywhere he can. On the arm of the couch, on the couch, the floor, in a desk, in his bed, in his closet, wherever.
He curls up, crosses his arms on his chest, folds in his legs, and just sleeps. He snuffles and he snores and he mumbles. He drools a little. But he loves just disappearing during a party or something, and his friends find him later curled up and napping. He just gets so cozy.
Eddie loves laying with Steve, but he doesn’t nap very often. He holds Steve, plays with his hair, runs his hands over Steve’s chest and belly. Loves to leave forehead kisses and read to Steve. Steve’s such a cuddlebug
first time nerves, careful hesitant hands, something about these two being a lil fumbly, both of them scared to make a wrong move and ruin a good thing 🤲🏻
Has anyone ever gone for the obvious angle of Eddie not realizing Steve wants to do more than fuck and saying “you don’t have to act like we’re in love”
(and personally I wanna see Steve respond with his broken little “you don’t love me? 🥺”)
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Lakeside Eddie commission (@fracturedarkness) inspired by the fic Hot & Cold by @somnambulic-thing from their Come As You Are universe
I spent a long time staring at this one. Not because I didn’t know what to paint, but because I wanted to do justice to the feeling somna’s fics leave behind. Landscapes aren’t something I tackle often, and that uncertainty followed me through every step of this piece. But some stories inspire you to reach beyond what feels comfortable.
I really just like the concept of Eddie being Steve and Robin's boss. I think about it all the time and it's funny every goddamn time.
They do not respect his authority at all. They're asking him when he became the authority? They're asking, "What happened to fighting the system, man? You sold out."
It's that time of year again! I am once again participating in @steddiebbang and we're allowed to announce our projects!
This year, I'm doing a movie fusion/crossover based on Crossroads, the 1986 Ralph Macchio movie in which he breaks an aging musician out of a nursing home, hitchhikes down to the deep south and duels the devil’s personal guitar player. Featuring Eddie as the music student looking for a little more in life, Wayne as his uncle with a mysterious past, and Steve as one of the nurses working in Wayne's assisted living facility.
Very excited to be working with @arelliann and @ilyre-p to bring this one to life. More information on the fic below!
Rating: Mature
Estimated Word Count: 50,000-55,000 words
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson
Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Wayne Munson, Vecna/Henry Creel, Minor or Background Character(s)
Content Warnings: Health Issues Typical of an Aging Character, Period-Typical Homophobia, Minor Instances of Police Corruption and Attempted Sexual Assault, Mentions of Gun Violence
Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Movie Crossover, Crossroads Deals & Demons, Supernatural Elements, Music, Hitchhiking, Road Trip, Forced Proximity, Developing Relationship, College Student Eddie Munson, Nurse Steve Harrington, Hopeful Ending
art by @digrupert
betaing by @ghostintheclawmachine
coming this fall! date to come
I'm so excited to finally announce my project for @steddiebbang 2026, and reveal the incredible team I'm going to get to work with!
DEMOLITION
Rated E
est. 30-40k
contemporary AU, demolition derbies, rivals to lovers, one-sided rivalry, plot with porn, a hint of Appalachian Eddie
warnings for minor-moderate racism, misogyny, and homophobia; some blood and threat of serious injuries
Eddie's been driving demolition derbies since he was sixteen, and has built himself up a reputation: not just the guy with the gimmick of wrecking and rebuilding and wrecking old hearses, but a damn good driver and a great show. The Roane County Fair Hawkins Crash is his new white whale: the past two years he's won the title of Mad Dog—audience favorite, best show, craziest driver—but he's just missed first. But he just knows this is his year.
He's prepared for most everything except for the sponsor's rich, spoiled asshole of a son to be participating. (He's even less prepared for Steve Harrington to be a good driver, a great fuck, and maybe even a genuinely likeable person.)
Rivals to lovers and dirt and rust and car crashes, and not every car crash is a sex allegory, but a lot of the car crashes are a sex allegory. The sex is definitely a car crash allegory.
Excerpt:
The sun's going down and the floodlights have been turned on, turning the soft golden hour light into something harsh and stark. Despite his helmet and mouth guard, Eddie can still taste dirt and iron between his teeth from the constant clods of mud kicked up by the tires. The arena is filled with the stench of exhaust and oil and gas, burnt rubber and the ozone sharpness of metal grinding against metal.
Beneath Eddie, Corroded Coffin wheezes and gutters, the hearse on its last legs. She can't take many more hits. She struggles to turn right, and the brakes grind, and the body is dented in enough that his left elbow constantly rubs against the quilt strapped to the driver's side door as makeshift padding.
Across the arena, Harrington's Chrysler Imperial has lost all of it's polish and shine, paint ground off, scraped through, coated in mud, though the light still catches on the sheen of lingering glitter. Eddie can't see his face at this distance, cast in shadow, even staring straight down the barrel. But he can hear the engine roar.
A head-on collision is stupid. It's a good way to trash your car and knock yourself out of the running. But.
Eddie's heart pounds and his blood sings and every fiber of his body screams at him to drive his car directly into, against, through, Harrington's, until mangled metal twists together and you can't tell where one body starts and another ends.
They're the last men standing. And a head-on hit always makes for a good show.
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I like the idea of steddie trying on each other's clothes as a fun surprise or a sexy thing and them being like, "ugh, ew. No."
Steve shows up to band practice in black skinny jeans, eye liner, a black leather jacket, and one of Eddie's band shirts. Eddie's eyes go huge but not in a good way. He can't help the way his nose scrunches up in distaste. "Please go put on a polo and a puffer jacket this is not my boyfriend."
Eddie tries to dress nicely for some event, maybe a work thing for Steve, but instead of doing it his own way, he just raids Steve's closet. He's wearing a white button up under a beige sweater, light wash jeans, and his hair in a slick bun. Steve immediately pulls a face like he wants to be sick and makes Eddie at least take off the sweater and undo some buttons so at least he can roll up the sleeves and show off his tattoos.
They love each other exactly as they are and don't want the other to change for them at all.
They both get horny if the other borrows Robin's clothes, though, which is why they are both banned from her closet.