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@steddiebbang project #013

Time to reveal my project for the 2026 Steddie Big Bang! Excited to work with tombfiends and @drwhoisginnyholmes this year, it's gonna be a blast.

Rating: M Estimated Word Count: 10-15k Relationships: Steve/Eddie, Steve & his parents, Eddie & Steve's parents, Eddie & the CC Boys, Steve & Dustin Characters: Dan [Mr.] Harrington, Olivia [Mrs.] Harrington, the CC Boys, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley Tags: Humor, Misunderstandings, Steve Harrington Has Good Parents, Catholic Wayne, D'art Lives, 'Demon' Steve Harrington, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson is Oblivious and Bisexual, Bisexual Steve, Steve is Eddie's Bisexual Awakening, Aftermath of Starcourt, S5 Doesn't Happen Don't Worry About It, Minor Canon Divergence from S2 Onwards

Summary:

After El closes the inter-dimensional gate to the Upside Down in November 1984, D'art doesn't perish thanks to the protective powers of sugar. He goes on to form a bond with his new 'pack' of humans and continues to evolve in unexpected ways. The demodog eventually comes under the primary ownership of Steve Harrington. Steve, recovering from his severe concussion and without sports to keep him occupied, is still in search of a friend who isn't thirteen years old. Enter Eddie Munson. Eddie's second senior year is supposed to be devoted to important things like figuring out how to break the spirits of the newest members of Hellfire with a diabolical 50-foot tall goose-dragon, or passing Kaminsky's next test for once. But that's before he comes across the fallen king of Hawkins High and his pet hellhound. And what is Eddie supposed to do with the information that Steve Harrington is apparently a demon in disguise besides figure out what the guy's diabolical intentions in the middle of nowhere Indiana are? He clearly has no choice but to undergo an undercover mission and befriend Steve, all while resisting his hellish charms as the two of them grow closer. or: Four times Eddie Munson is convinced Steve Harrington has to be a demon, and one time he finds out the much weirder truth

Enjoy a snippet below the cut!

@tinytalkingtina and I have something cooking that we think you'll like!

thankyouthankyouthankyou anon!!🌸💕💕💕 Im glad you’ve enjoyed the story! I still have yet to start part 2 so please stay put - tina 🌸

Written for the February @steddiemicrofic prompt, using the word "rose" and 367 words

Rating G | Ao3 link

Tags: language of flowers, Eddie has a crush on Steve, love confessions, first kiss

See under the cut for some notes on flower language, and thank you steddiecameraroll-graphics for the lovely divider!

Eddie stared at the book clutched tightly in his hands. There was a rose carefully tucked away among its pages. The color had faded a bit, but a pink hue still delicately tinted the petals. And that wasn’t all. Fragments of other flowers were also dried and wrapped in protective layers of wax paper: camellia, columbine, gardenia. Under the last page, a green carnation peeked out.

Steve came back into the room juggling a few more empty boxes.

“This should be the final load, if we add anything else the Beemer won't make it to Chicago without tipping over. Hope you don't mind us driving up without the rearview mirror.”

Steve grinned, but Eddie didn’t respond. The grin faltered a little.

“You okay man? Not getting cold feet now.” Wordlessly, Eddie held out the book.

“Oh, thanks, this one needs to be packed flat.” A tiny smile crept over Steve's face. “You know how people used to decorate their crush's locker for Valentine's Day? My senior year there was this whole bouquet tucked in waiting for me. Dunno who put it there, Nance and I'd broken up months ago. They're nice though, right? I mean you never see green flowers. Wish I could've thanked them, whoever it was.”

A tiny spark of hope bloomed in Eddie's chest. Before he could swallow it back down, his brain blurted out:

“I had perfect attendance in Spanish that year.”

Steve's eyes squinted in confusion.

“Huh?”

“My second-go around at senior year, and I was still stuck in Hawkins, then freaking King Steve sits behind me in Spanish 3,” Eddie barreled on. “You never used to pay attention to anyone who wasn't in your inner circle, but in that class you'd mutter to yourself about how cool my doodles looked, and told folks to knock it off when they called me trailer trash. So I found a book on flower meanings and did something incredibly stupid.” He didn’t dare look at Steve as he finished his confession.

The kiss caught him off-guard.

“Guess I've got three years worth of dates to make up for. Prepare to be romanced off your feet Munson.”

That February, Eddie gave Steve red and yellow tulips.

Following Your Lead

@monologichno drew an absolutely lovely piece, and so I'm proud to publish for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang a Steddie Soulmates Dance AU! Click the link above to read the fic and view the lovely art. Thank you to @vthx for giving it a beta read :) Fic Info:

Following Your Lead | 4.7k | Rating: T | Steddie

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Murray Bauman

Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Alternate Universe - Ballet, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Dancer Steve Harrington, Dancer Eddie Munson, Queer Steve Harrington, Queer Eddie Munson, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction (briefly involving Eddie's parents), Eddie's mom is dead, Psychic Bond, Homophobic Language

Summary: Eddie is forced to choreograph a duet with new troupe member Steve Harrington. He's not pleased at having to share the spotlight, but the universe has a surprise in store for both of them.

See under the cut for monologichno's artwork and a snippet!

Tina's 69th sub smut-abration!

I've hit 69 user subscriptions on Ao3 which is a lot of people and also the funny number, so running a tiny writing event to celebrate/get myself out of the writing ditch I've found myself in :D

Rules:Send me an ask with a short prompt and a stranger things pairing you like and I will write you 1 (one) paragraph of bespoke E-rated smut and/or T-rated silliness depending on what you prefer!* *No Byler please but otherwise anyone is fair game go wild

Tagging the usual wip weekend crowd below

Rated E | ~1.6k words | Ao3 link | Steddie Tags: college AU, public nudity, frats and hazing, shameless confident big-dicked Steve For @little-annie <3

A cowbell rang out from the basement, the clanging making Eddie nearly drop his lunch box.

“It’s time for the meat market!” some dickhead shouted.

Eddie only barely held back from rolling his eyes as a stampede of party-goers rushed downstairs. He’d hated coming to frat house parties in the fall after taking over the mantle of campus drug dealer from Rick, but tonight was the first weekend after everyone returned to campus. Sure, it meant most folks were flush with cash from winter break and eager to trade it for pills and herb. It also meant that they were even stupider than usual. Yet another pop song blared from a boombox, making Eddie grit his teeth and eye the stairs. At least the basement didn’t have music that would make his ears bleed, plus the only folks left up here were mostly interested in mapping out each others’ tonsils.

A couple humping each other over their clothes right next to where he’d set up shop spurred him into action. He slammed his lunchbox full of goodies shut and took the stairs three at a time, following the sounds of whoops and shouts down.

The entertainment that had gotten the crowd so distracted turned out to be three guys tied to a pillar in the center of the room.

Ah, right: Rush week. A time when the homoerotic was not only acceptable, but expected among this preppy rowdy crowd. The pledges’ hands were locked up in handcuffs for crying out loud.

“Today, we’ll see if any of you are man enough to join our ranks”, crowed the guy with the cowbell as he circled them. Eddie tuned out after that. Blah blah blah, drink copious amounts of alcohol to prove yourself worthy of the brotherhood of ultimate dick-dom, whatever. The guys were certainly easy on the eyes, but Eddie wasn’t interested in getting punched tonight for staring too long. Unlike those pledges or Cowbell Asshole, he was an outsider and tolerated here for exactly one purpose. Eddie parked himself in the corner and focused on making sales instead.

Or at least tried to.

Ten or so minutes later, Cowbell Asshole made yet another fucking annoying buzzing noise with his mouth, grabbing Eddie’s attention whether he wanted it to or not.

“Come on Harrington, you getting them wrong on purpose? At this rate you’ll be naked all week!”

Huh???

Eddie’s eyes snapped back to the pillar, and holy shit, how had he missed this??

Written for @sidekick-hero's 3,333 follower milestone event, congrats <3

Rated T | 333 words | prompt: running | Ao3 link Tags: selkie!Eddie, selkie lore (Eddie's mother in an unhappy marriage), getting together, vague fairy tale vibes, chrissy still dies alas

Eddie always dreamed of the ocean. It didn't matter that he'd been trapped in a landlocked state with no trace of salt water his whole life. From birth, he longed to dive and swim through the waves.

His daddy hated the things Eddie and his momma shared between them. Eddie learned young not to play in the sprinklers and kiddy pools with the other trailer park kids. The only times he was allowed to go near water were when his daddy worked nights. When that happened, his momma would let Eddie put on his special secret cloak, and splash around in the tub to his heart's content. With human fingers (for hers were always human), she'd groom him until his fuzzy pup fur glowed. Afterwards, she'd cuddle him close and sing him lullabies.

"Don't let them catch you, my heart," she crooned mournfully. "Keep running."

And for many years, Eddie kept his promise. He wouldn't fade away, trapped in a cage like his mother had. Instead, Eddie made himself undesirable. His cloak was hidden away in plain sight under a vest filled with patches and pins, the fur laughed off as a freakish fashion choice.

When another form of magic reared its head, and a girl died right in front of him, still, Eddie ran.

But then, a boy whose skin speckled just like Eddie's fur dove into a lake in search of answers.

Eddie wasn't sure what possessed him to do it. He should have tossed Steve his vest. But he was shivering and bleeding and in so much pain.

"For your modesty, dude." His spotted fur cloak landed in Steve's arms.

Weeks later, Eddie stared in disbelief from a hospital bed as that same boy offered back his cloak, cleaned and neatly folded.

"Why? I can't do what Nancy did, I'd be yours forever." It had to be everything Steve wanted, the magic forcing Eddie to stay bound to him.

"Stay because you want to."

And so, Eddie chose to stay.

Author's notes: -had a vision of selkie!Eddie wearing his cloak instead of the canon leather jacket. Not as metal, but it is a sneaky way to ensure he never loses it -Eddie can turn into a harbor seal since those are found on most Northern Hemisphere coastlines and because they have those big wet brown eyes.