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For this WIP Wednesday: steddie having a cuddle session ❤️
I drew the guy for my business tiktok (post flopped spectacularly yay) but I figured you guys can see it too
it's a 7 minute sketch I edited down to 50 secs
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Smooch
If someone told Steve a few years ago that he would regularly lift Eddie Munson into his arms, he would have advised the poor soul to take a long vacation at Pennhurst.
But here he is, holding Eddie against the humming fridge in his dark kitchen, fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, with not a single inch of space between their bodies, Eddie's wide, dark eyes fixed on his.
"Two is a coincidence..." Eddie mutters, licking his lips, letting the rest of the sentence dwindle out as Steve's eyes fall shut.
It all starts here:
A hot summer day, them sitting on the lounge chairs next to the pool in nothing but swimming trunks, nursing two cold Coke bottles, when Steve notices something off with Eddie.
"What happened to you, man?" He points his bottle at Eddie's ribs, the large purple bruise on his pale skin enough to have him wince in sympathy. Eddie looks down at himself, then flushes, a pretty pink spreading across his sternum, climbing along his throat and into his cheeks.
"Oh, this?" he asks, sheepishly. "Just a little accident."
"What kind of accident?"
"Just, you know..." Eddie shrugs, turns his head away from Steve, hiding the heat in his face.
Steve frowns at him, unsatisfied with the non-answer. Then, it dawns on him.
"You mean that happened during...?"
Eddie blushes even harder if that's possible. Steve's never seen him like this. He's normally so shameless, flaunting his opinions loud and proud.
"Yeah, Steve, it happened during dot dot dot. Satisfied?"
Steve is, and he isn't. Because how would you even get bruised like that during sex? Unless...
"Did somebody do that to you? Like on purpose?" Does Steve have to drive all the way up to Indy to beat up one of Eddie's hookups?
"No, nothing like that." Eddie groans and rubs a hand over his face. "I fell."
"You fell?" Steve looks down at his Coke bottle. "You fell from what?"
Eddie thumps his head back against the chair, eyes rising towards the sky like he's praying for patience. "From the hot guy's arms I was in, okay?"
Steve chokes on the sip of Coke, he was just about to swallow. "You mean you had sex while standing up?"
"Not exactly sex," Eddie says and shakes his head. "Just making out, I guess."
"Somebody made out with you while lifting you up?" The words feel weird in Steve's mouth, tacky, as if they should have stayed glued to his palate.
"Seems impossible, right? Should've known it could only end in disaster," Eddie laughs. "It was hot in the moment, though. Before he let me fall, and I hit the dresser next to us. Being worried that I might've fractured a rib was kinda a mood killer. Don't think we'll see each other again."
"It's not impossible," Steve remarks, before he can think better of it. "I made out lifting the other person up before. Multiple times."
If possible, the heat in Eddie's cheeks burns even brighter now. Is he getting sunburned? Steve should probably get out the aloe for him later.
"With girls. It's not the same."
"I could easily lift your bony ass, Munson."
Eddie stares at him with raised brows, then scoffs. "Sure, Harrington."
Steve feels his fingers itch with the desire to prove himself, but before he can act on the impulse, Eddie's up and jumps into the pool, splashing water all over Steve's shins.
Steve's determined not to let it drop.
is your light on? | ch. 25/26: close the loop (17,169 words) | ao3 steve harrington/eddie munson; rated e; 294k+ words [read chapter 25] - [read from the beginning]
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The Notebook
Gen | Steddie | wc 2,778 | cw brief internal homophobia
On Ao3 if you prefer to read it there
Steve had a notebook.
It was simple, black, nothing special about it.
It stayed hidden, kept between his backpack and the back of his desk drawer when he wasn’t writing in it. Very rarely it left his house.
It wasn’t a diary. It wasn’t a journal. It was his notebook.
Steve had a notebook.
Steve can’t find the damn notebook.
Since his parents have decided they weren’t ever coming back to Hawkins, he was a little more relaxed about where he left it. And now he can’t find it.
He was halfway through tearing up the living room when Robin came over.
She had to shout to get his attention, “What are you doing?”
“I can’t find my notebook,” Steve griped, shoving his arm widely underneath the couch. “I swear I had it yesterday.”
“What notebook?” Robin asked.
“The black one,” Steve said. It’s no use. He can’t see under the couch anymore, and his arm is covered in dust bunnies. He just needed to move the couch completely. He stood back up, about to ask for Robin’s help when he sees her red face.
“Robin?” Steve asked cautiously.
“It was on the kitchen island,” she squeaked.
He turned to look towards the kitchen, already torn up. He quickly scanned the island, seeing no notebook in sight.
“No,” Robin said. “Yesterday.”
“Robin,” Steve said slowly. “Where did it go?”
the fact that this would only happen during gloom and it actually did you can’t make this up

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