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@bluismie mentioned in the tags of this post that the manga/anime “Oh My Goddess!” was an inspiration, which reminded me I actually do have a fic idea in my Steddie fic doc based on a mix of “Oh My Goddess!”, “Xanadu” and OMG’s queer cousin “Wish” (the CLAMP manga, not the Disney film). That idea’s unfortunately been sitting there for years at this point, whoops. 😅 I want to write it someday soon, although not until “The Adventures of Dardew The Banished (And Steve)” is done.
Eddie misdials the phone number for Hawkin’s pizza place one night and instead reaches the Divine Helpline, which dispatches gods and goddesses to help mortals in need. Next thing Eddie knows, a very attractive and very naked guy with wings claiming to be the Greek god of love, Eros, is in his trailer. Eros vows to help Eddie with his nonexistent love life and his long-standing crush on Chrissy Cunningham, who just broke up with her boyfriend Jason, without the use of his arrows. Eros disguises himself as a new student at Hawkins High, “Steve Harrington” to better help Eddie win Chrissy’s heart, but oh no! Eddie and Steve/Eros start falling in love with each other instead, and the gods and goddesses of the Divine Helpline aren’t supposed to fall in love with mortals anymore! What an entirely unforeseeable turn of events!
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Your fem Eddie characterization is so top tier omg. She’s giving the vibe that she’s always one rough day away from taking off her shirt for the Corroded Coffin guys and being like okay at least one of you likes girls can someone PLEASE tell me my tits are better than Hagan or Hargove’s. (She’s their failgirl they indulge her)
🤣🤣🤣You're absolutely right, she 100% would platonically flash the CC boys just to get a tiny bit of validation, cuz she's dying here. The guys reassure her, because she's absolutely their failgirl lol.
(Doug like, "Who'd want big boobs when they're attached to pure evil, anyway?"
Which is promptly followed by a loud Ouch! when Jeff elbows him sharply in the side.
Stevie’s definitely growling at them a little because. Stop looking at her girl without a shirt on dammit. Stop telling her she has nice tits that’s my job.
Yessss, jealous and possessive Stevie, so delicious *chef's kiss*.
In a reversal of the Upside Down, she rushes over and drapes Eddie in her varsity jacket to protect Eddie's "modesty."
The guys, who have seen Eddie's tits about a thousand times by now, are all rolling their eyes and smirking at each other as Eddie blushes and looks at Stevie with big cartoon heart eyes.
Doug learned nothing from five minutes ago and makes the mistake of saying “lol calm down there’s barely anything to see!”. Jeff considers early retirement after that
Stevie just pulls the jacket tighter around Eddie, all the while still giving off the hugest scary dog "look away!" energy.
Meanwhile Gareth is in the corner snickering, and Jeff is so, so over it. He's internally like there has to be another metal band in this town I could join.
(There isn't and he knows it.)
...It all works out great for Eddie in the end, though, cuz as soon as Stevie drags her home (after band practice was promptly cancelled on her demand lol), she's ripping that jacket open and making it clear exactly who her girlfriend's tiny tits belong to.
Your fem Eddie characterization is so top tier omg. She’s giving the vibe that she’s always one rough day away from taking off her shirt for the Corroded Coffin guys and being like okay at least one of you likes girls can someone PLEASE tell me my tits are better than Hagan or Hargove’s. (She’s their failgirl they indulge her)
🤣🤣🤣You're absolutely right, she 100% would platonically flash the CC boys just to get a tiny bit of validation, cuz she's dying here. The guys reassure her, because she's absolutely their failgirl lol.
(Doug like, "Who'd want big boobs when they're attached to pure evil, anyway?"
Which is promptly followed by a loud Ouch! when Jeff elbows him sharply in the side.
I’m excited to share my Steddie Winter Exchange gift for Sami (@/passthesteddie on ao3 and twitter) I am also a fan of the fluff trope and these two just being absolutely smitten with each other whenever possible 🥹 they deserve all the happy moments. Thank you @steddieexchange for putting this together 🧡
@morganbritton132 tag preservation squad: #he was not aware that was an option#also Steve later: -and then I asked him if he wanted to date me and he was like fake dating right? wtf is fake dating??#I romance you and then at the end I say psych?#Robin: ...so you have a boyfriend?
"My dad calls me that all the time when he's pissed off," Steve says, keeping his voice light. It kind of hurts his feelings, to be honest, not that he'll ever admit that.
Eddie drains his beer and sets it aside. "My old man does it too, sometimes," he says, mouth pulling to one side. "Or used to, when he bothered to show up. He didn't dare do it when Wayne was around, though."
"Wayne doesn't like it?"
"Nah," Eddie says, and now he's smiling at his hands, small and private. "He's very, uh, love thy neighbor, that kind of thing. Says it's nobody's business what people get up to, if they're not hurting anybody."
"That's cool," Steve says, taking a sip of his own beer. "Wayne's a nice guy."
"Pass me another one," Eddie says.
Steve does, popping the cap off while he's at it. "It would piss my dad off so bad," he says, musing out loud. "Bringing a guy home, I mean."
"I mean, sure," Eddie says, picking at the label of his new bottle. "Great way to get disowned. Go out with a bang, right?"
"He wouldn't disown me," Steve says, wrinkling his nose. "I mean, I think. Pretty sure mom wouldn't let him."
"Alright," Eddie says with a shrug. "But still, why do it?"
Surely it's obvious. "To piss him off," Steve says. "He's an asshole."
Eddie squints at him. "Uh huh."
"We should go for it," Steve says slowly, a new idea taking root. A totally great idea. "You said Wayne's not gonna care, right? And my dad would have a cow about you being a guy and you being you. It's perfect. I'm pretty sure he'd explode. You wanna?"
Eddie's eyebrows scrunch up.
"Date," Steve explains, gesturing between them. "You and me."
"Oh," Eddie says, expression doing something weird. "Like a fake date."
"Uh, sure," Steve says. He's not sure how a date can be fake when it involves doing a bunch of real stuff, like going to a restaurant and maybe fooling around after if everything goes well, but Eddie can call it whatever he wants. More importantly: "I mean, it'd be more than one date. Otherwise, what's the point?"
"You want to tell your dad we're dating," Eddie says.
"No, it's better if he finds out," Steve says, already picturing the way his dad will swell up like a frog, face going purple with rage. "If I take you to Enzo's he'll definitely hear about it from someone, my dad knows everybody."
"Yeah, I bet," Eddie says, making a face like Steve's being dumb. "And we'll also get our asses kicked. You seriously want the whole town thinking you're gay?"
"I can actually fight, you know," Steve says, nettled. "And I don't care what people think. It's about time someone in Hawkins stood up for the queers."
Eddie grimaces. "Don't say it like that, man."
"What?" Steve says. "That's the right word! There are science books using it and everything! It just means, you know, gays and lesbians and stuff. R— uh, someone told me."
Steve actually read about it himself, on a couple of book jackets in a bookstore Robin found in Chicago. It's kind of cool to have a word that lets him be in the club with her, even though he's only half-gay. It's like having a family he didn't know about.
"You're really gonna do this," Eddie says, turning his whole body to look at Steve. "Torch your reputation and any hope of a future in this town by taking a guy out on a date, just to piss off your old man."
"More than one date," Steve says, because that part's important. "So. Are you in?"
Eddie doesn't say anything for a moment, but then he purses his lips, like he's trying not to smile. "Fuck it," he says, eyes dancing with mischief. "Yeah, fuck it, why not? Wine and dine me, big boy."
Steddie renegotiating their mortgage and Eddie is just so very professional and well spoken in the meeting at the bank that Steve has no choice but to fuck him the second the door closes because. Competence kink, thy name is Steve Harrington.
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for @corrodedcoffinfest day 4 prompt 'headbanger's ball'
rated t | 770 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, older steddie, famous corroded coffin, slice of life
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Steve can’t do anything but laugh. It’s not that funny, but he’s picturing the reaction. Eddie’s gonna lose it.
He closes the magazine and sets it down on the counter. Eddie will be home soon and it’ll be the first thing he looks for. He’s been waiting for the official article for months.
Dinner simmers on the stove while he texts Robin. She only recently convinced him to “stop being an old man” and just text her sometimes instead of calling her to ask one simple question. He pretended it didn’t hurt his feelings, but she’s right. He called a lot about silly little things that are better off as texts. This isn’t a silly little thing, but he’d rather wait to call her when Eddie’s home.
Eddie runs into the room. It’s an impressive feat considering he’s about two years away from needing a hip replacement.
“It’s here?” He shuffles through the mail on the counter before finally setting his eyes on the magazine. “Did you look? Is it bad?”
Steve schools his face as he turns to look at Eddie flipping through the magazine.
“It’s not bad.”
Eddie freezes and looks up at him, squinting his eyes suspiciously.
“But it’s not good?”
“I didn’t say it’s not good.”
“But you’re acting like it’s not good.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Just read it. Your glasses are on the table.”
Eddie walks over to the table and grabs his glasses, sits down in a chair, and starts reading. Steve turns back to the stove and waits.
“What the fuck.”
Steve smirks.
“Any band featured on Headbanger’s Ball is surely past their prime, but that doesn’t mean they can’t still make a statement in music. Eddie Munson and Jeff Clark are changing the way indie metal artists get heard.” Eddie puts the magazine down and glares at the wall. “Past our prime? We’re both still good at our jobs. That’s the whole point of this article!”
Steve decides to be a good husband, even though he really wants to laugh. He walks over to Eddie and rubs his back.
“I think they meant it as a compliment, honey,” he consoles. “Like even at your ages, you manage to stay relevant.”
“That’s like saying even at your age, you still have a nice ass.”
Steve kisses the top of his head. “And I do. So, accept that they still think you’re doing great things, even if they gave you a backhanded compliment.”
“I can’t believe this,” Eddie mutters as he keeps reading. “It does get better. But they forgot to mention Will.”
“He won’t mind,” Steve says as he walks back towards the stove to shut everything off and grab their plates. “He would insist he’s barely involved anyway.”
“You’re right.”
There’s silence for a minute, just the clinking of serving spoons and tongs as he places the chicken and vegetables on plates.
“I can’t believe they called us old by bringing up the Headbanger’s Ball.”
Steve snorts. “The guy who did the interview probably wasn’t even born when that was on TV. Give him a break.”
“Oh god. He could be our kid. He was so young.”
“I don’t remember a son…” Steve kisses the top of his head before setting their plates down on the table and sitting next to Eddie. “The two daughters call us old all the time, though. I’m shocked you don’t remember.”
“They mean it in a different way.”
Steve shakes his head. “Speaking of our angels—“
“What did they do?” Eddie is right to be a little worried. They both took after him with their energy, attitudes, and lifestyles. It was a bit stressful when they were teenagers, but now that they’re both adults, it’s somehow worse. Genetics didn’t even need to have anything to do with it.
“They might have already made comments online about the article.”
Eddie pulls his phone from his pocket and immediately goes to their social medias. He’s much better with technology than Steve, but that’s not too surprising. As a musician, he constantly has to adapt to the next new thing. Steve didn’t even get a washing machine with a timer until a few years ago when his Whirlpool finally shit the bed after nearly 25 years of service.
“They’re so mean to me,” Eddie pouts as he sets his phone down and takes a bite of his dinner.
“They love you.”
“I know.”
“And I love you too.”
“I know,” Eddie smiles at him.
“Even if you’re past your prime.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, but leans over to kiss Steve’s cheek. “I’m just finally joining you, old man.”
prompt: three | wc: 333 | rated: E | tags: boys in love, hand job, light bondage | also on ao3
Steve's really no better than a dog conditioned to salivate at the jingling of a bell, can feel the downward rush of blood pumping hot into his lower half at the sight alone.
Eyes fixed on thick fingers with calloused tips, veins visible on the back of his hands, moving methodical, almost ceremonial, as Eddie slowly slides one chunky ring after another off his left.
One-two-three, he lets them drop onto the nightstand individually, each thudding sound sending little shocks of desire through Steve, making impatience grow into unbearable need.
The single ring on his right stays on, always does, and Steve can already feel a phantom sensation of it on his skin before Eddie's even close enough to touch him.
"Please," he hears himself beg, heart picking up pace when Eddie looks down at him and laughs.
"I got you, baby."
It's a promise Steve knows he'll keep, but it doesn't soothe the ache, not with all this distance still between them.
Eddie's making a show of it, coating his fingers with the translucent gel. He ignores Steve's lusting gaze, eats him up instead with dark, hungry eyes, unashamedly feasting on the most vulnerable parts of him.
Steve waits in suspense, trembling with anticipation as the seconds pass, stretching into what feels like minutes until Eddie finally straddles his thighs. One hand wrapped around himself, the other spreading warmed up lube along Steve's cock, offering a smooth glide when he rubs their tips together.
Steve moans at the feeling and Eddie harmonizes with his own satisfied sound, mumbles sweet praise between open mouthed kisses that makes Steve blush from his ears down to his chest.
Eddie's hands work in tandem while Steve's own are bound at the wrists, tied up and useless.
'You won't need them. Just let me take care of you,' Eddie had said, coaxing Steve into forced surrender.
Now helplessly subjected to his will but unafraid to do the trust fall. Because he knows Eddie will always catch him.
Written for week 1 of the @steddiemicrofic blog's third anniversary challenge.
Rated: T
Prompt: three, 333 words
Tags: Gay bar; bisexual Steve; awkward flirting
“I don't get it,” Steve mutters, fiddling with his empty beer. There's a girl standing at the bar. Curly hair, dark nail polish, skinny jeans hugging a cute little ass. Too bad she won't be into him. “Why is the club called Three Dollar Bill?”
Robin sighs. “Because three dollar bills don't exist.”
Steve scoffs. Hot curly-haired chick throws back her head and laughs at something her date said. A tiny strawberry blonde with a tooth gap.
“So? Queer people do exist.”
Robin honks. “I love you. Get us another drink?”
He probably shouldn't. But she's finally starting to loosen up, so he goes.
He places their order, then hops on a bar stool. He's just in time to see the strawberry blonde girl slide into the seat beside Robin.
“Thank Christ,” says a voice by his ear. A deep, rumbly one. “Chrissy has been ogling your friend all night. It's her first time, so she's a little nervous.”
Steve turns. Hot curly-haired chick grins back at him, eyes twinkling with mirth. Except that voice was decidedly un-female just now, and shit, he's an idiot.
“Eddie,” says hot, curly-haired dude. “Saw you checking me out.”
“Steve,” Steve croaks. “Sorry, I thought you were a girl. I'm not …”
Eddie watches him gesture at the bar, and something about his smile turns sad.
“Got it. You're the straight chaperone, huh?”
Steve cringes. “Yeah. No. I'm not completely against the idea, I've just never- … What I'm trying to say is that I'm not a full three dollar bill. More of a two-and-a-half.”
Eddie has been listening to his ramble with a confused frown, but now his face lights up.
“Well, big boy,” he purrs. “I wouldn't mind adding my fifty cents, if you catch my drift.”
“Don’t you mean your two-” Steve starts. Eddie winks. “Oh. I mean … yeah? I'd like that?”
Eddie's smile goes large and dimpled. Steve leaves the club with three fresh hickeys and a number tucked into his pocket.
Prompt #4 - Headbangers Ball | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Eddie & Corroded Coffin | Tags: Post S4, Getting Together, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Idiot4Idiot
"It's starting!" Gareth yells, and Eddie grabs the bowl off the counter, hauling ass towards the living room.
Ronnie James Dio is hosting tonight, and he definitely doesn't want to miss the intro.
He slams the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table. Flopping into the open easy chair. Hooking his leg over the armrest, just as Heathen's video for Set Me Free starts playing. They don't always get together to watch the Headbangers Ball, it's late, and everybody's tired after working or going to school all day. Adulthood sucks way worse than being in school.
But they made time tonight. It's Dio.
"Someday that's gonna be us," Gareth says, and Eddie highly doubts that. They'd really have to get better than they currently are. Sometimes, Eddie feels like they're all four playing different songs. Or at least the same song at much different tempos.
"Are we gonna go see Masters of the Universe?" Goodie asks, when the trailer for the new movie runs during the commercial break.
Eddie knows what that really means: Are Steve and Robin gonna let us sneak in?
They took a job together, to the surprise of no one, at a multiplex here in Indy. Sometimes they let Eddie and his friends sneak into late night screenings as long as they promise to buy some concessions.
It's been a good deal.
"Hey," Eddie says, greeting Steve as he holds open the back exit to the theater. Steve looks annoyed, but Eddie's learned that's kind of just his face.
Steve nods, and once again, Eddie feels like an annoyance. Steve Harrington never asked to be saddled with Eddie as a friend, it just sort of happened to him against his will.
"Don't make a mess for Robin to clean up," Steve warns, and Eddie nods. He knows the drill.
"You aren't staying? You weren't a He-Man guy? I dug Skeletor more myself."
"Weren't you like eighteen when that came out?" Steve asks, brow furrowed, like he's questioning Eddie's sanity. Again.
"I mean, I'm not too good for some cartoons," Eddie says, but feels foolish. Of course Steve Harrington wasn't watching cartoons. He was already fighting monsters in 1983.
Eddie just has fond memories of Saturday Morning cartoons with Uncle Wayne, and if he still watched cartoons, Saturday Morning or otherwise, so fucking be it. He's already a freak. What's a little more weird added to the pile?
"Whatever floats your boat. I'm not staying. Robin is," Steve says, "I've got a date."
"Lucky girl," Eddie says, and Steve just nods, looking away. Like he's just going through the motions as they walk to the front of the theater. It's pretty much deserted.
Gareth is soon haggling with Robin over the price of popcorn, as if they didn't already get a steep discount on their weekend entertainment.
Eddie watches as Steve exits the theater, studies him crossing the parking lot, and keeps staring as he tosses his uniform shirt into the back seat of his car.
When he jogs over and opens the passenger door of some pickup, climbing in, Eddie takes notice. Interesting that Steve's the one getting picked up by his girl—
—the pickup passes by the front of the theater, and, well, that's not a girl.
Eddie swallows.
Steve's on a date with a dude. A dude that's not Eddie, because Eddie didn't know asking out Steve was an option.
"Eddie, you coming or what?" Goodie yells, and Eddie turns to look. They're all waiting on him. Popcorn and drinks in hand.
Eddie hurries over, like he hadn't been spying on Steve.
Jeff hands him his drink, and they make their way to the theater, where Eddie slumps into his red, probably not velvet, seat.
Eddie couldn't tell you anything that happened in that movie. He thinks it was bad. At least, he felt bad during the whole thing, that's for certain. All he could see was Steve Harrington riding off with some guy to do god knows what.
The jealousy burns, and Eddie feels ashamed that he feels the way he does. Steve deserves to be happy, with anybody he wants. Just because he'll date a guy, it doesn't mean he'd want to date Eddie.
So, Eddie knows he's just gonna have to get over this one. Take it on the chin, accept the loss. Whatever.
It's harder than he thought to let this go. So, he avoids Steve. He puts his head down, working, taking extra shifts. He doesn't think Steve's noticed he's fallen off the face of the earth until he comes home late one night, and Steve's sitting in front of his apartment door.
"You're avoiding me," Steve says, and Eddie doesn't deny it. He is avoiding Steve.
"Just been busy," Eddie says, sliding his key into the lock, as Steve stands. Arms crossed against his chest, looking defensive.
"Sure," Steve says, and it's biting. Sarcastic.
Eddie turns, glancing back his way, "A man can't be busy?"
"Sure, but I think you just think a man can't date another man," Steve snaps. Defiant. Mad. He's mad at Eddie, clearly.
"Did I say that?" Eddie asks, the sarcasm rolling off his tongue, "Be a bit against my own best interests, but okay. Sure. Think what you want, Harrington."
There's no comeback. No bitchy, biting retort. Steve's just staring at him with those big eyes.
"What?"
"You want to date men?" Steve asks, voice low.
"Fucking duh," Eddie answers, "you seriously didn't know that? It's not a secret."
Steve hangs his head, hands clenched at his sides.
"I didn't know," Steve finally says, quietly.
"Now you do. We done here?" Eddie asks, turning to head into his apartment, but Steve is right there.
"No, we're not, dickhead," Steve says, snapping at him, pressing himself to Eddie's back, hands squeezing Eddie's hips, before spinning him, making him face Steve.
Eddie's head is pounding, blood rushing, face flush.
Are we really gonna? Eddie thinks, just before Steve's lips touch his.
Oh. They definitely are.
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Notes: Yes, Masters of The Universe was in the theaters in 1987 just like it is today. Time is a circle. And the trailer for it was actually shown on the episode of Headbangers Ball that Ronnie James Dio hosted.
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