Steve and Eddie are sharing a room post vecna. It's going pretty well - Eddie likes the company. However, there is just one thing that puts him off the whole arrangement.

"And the torn ligament in your knee? How's that holding up?" The doctor asks Steve as he consults a chart about as thick as every monster manual and dungeon supplement Eddie owns.

"Good. Healed nice. Barely gives me trouble." Steve responds rotely.

Every day a new fresh layer of body horror is revealed and Eddie cannot fucking stand it. It's like he feels it in his own bones right down to the marrow. Eddie listens to the various medical practitioners of Hawkins General follow up with Steve on a laundry list of bone fractures, muscle tears, and concussions. It's bad enough he can't even enjoy the Super Special Ice Cream Cones that the candy stripers bring around to their room alongside giggly comments about Steve's "frequent flier privilages."

Eddie just looks at Steve with baffled horror. "What happened to you dude?"

Steve doesn't even lift his head from his pillow. He simply sighs heavily and mutters through barely moving lips, "Organized sports and Russian spies."

Eddie just looks at

Steve with baffled horror. “What

happened to you dude?”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

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Oh my gosh haiku

bot I am your biggest fan

will you sign my tits?

My fascination with atypical sexuality assumptions continues.

Something about Always a Girl Eddie being known as a lesbian, because she did, very publicly, get caught getting it on with a girl at a party. That was part of her descent into Freakdom.

Steve, post Starcourt, post Robin coming out to him, remembers all the times that the basketball team would talk about how Eddie was a freak, but that it was really hot, cause, you know, threesomes. He'd thought she was pretty hot. She's obnoxious, but, it was still hot. After Robin, he starts digging around his brain and decides No, this is Wrong, and he is Fetishizing, and he should Stop.

Post Vecna, Steve is basically chanting this like a prayer. Eddie is around all the time, and is Robins second best friend. They've bonded. Steve is trying to be a good person, and trying to be a good friend, but oh god, Eddie is hot.

But that is Wrong and Bad of him. He knows, because he picked up some zines with Robin.

So he's dying inside, and reminding himself that a hot girl touching him isn't automatically flirting, and being aggressively platonic at her. She is a lesbian, and he is an ally, and he is not going to give any implication that he could convert her or thinks she's hot because she likes girls and it isn't fair because he doesn't have this problem with Robin, but something about Eddie makes his brain boil out of his ear.

Meanwhile, Eddie, a bisexual, is so damned confused by this guy.

hidden lace

for @steddiesmuttyseptember prompts 'sneaking around' and 'lingerie'

rated e | 18+, minors dni or i will tell your mother | 2852 words | check ao3 for all tags

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Steve is pissed at Eddie.

Like, genuinely pissed.

Not that cute, haha my boyfriend was being annoying but I love him, pissed.

The kind where if he saw him right now, he’d do something really stupid, like yell or break up with him.

And he knew he didn’t actually want to do that.

someone suggested this crossover/au concept on twt sooooo…

autistic omega steve who is stunningly beautiful… and masks terribly

the first time he sees eddie, he stares at the alpha for 30 seconds straight before walking right up to him and declaring “you should be my mate and we should have pups together”

rockstars aren’t used to that

steve sees nice hair and kind eyes and he is committed though. ready to change his last name and bare his neck because why wait? he already found what he wants

robin has to practically scruff him in the meet and greet line in order to remind him that he shouldn’t speak like that to strangers, even celebrities!

but eddie, frontman of one of the biggest bands in the world, is utterly charmed by the encounter

sure, the omega is probably the prettiest guy he’s ever seen. but his vulnerability and honesty?

irresistible

“alrighty then. come over here, sweetheart. what’s your name?”

“i’m steve. i’m an omega,” he states with the cutest smile, coming around the table to meet him as eddie stands

god, eddie sort of wants to bite him right then and there. which is. probably insane?

“eddie,” he replies, “an alpha”

steve nods matter of factly

“i know. you smell like mine”

wow. okay yeah, eddie doesn’t remember the last time someone wasn’t selling him bullshit flattery

“can’t argue with that.” eddie spots a group of pups where steve’s friend waits. they’re staring at them. “so did you enjoy the concert?”

steve winces, reaching into his pocket to show him a pair of crumpled earplugs

ah. right, it can be quite loud. not everyone enjoys that

“hurt my head,” steve explains sheepishly

eddie nods sympathetically, reaching out to cradle steve’s flushed cheeks without thinking

the omega flinches slightly and he looks like he’s going to pull back, but then he stops and just meets eddie’s gaze

“sorry…” he whispers

eddie shakes his head, but doesn’t remove his hand

“i should’ve asked you first. you’re just- uh, you’re very beautiful, steve,” he says with a nervous laugh, filter out the window apparently

steve beams at that sweetly

“so you’ll be my alpha and put your pups in me?”

eddie’s beyond fucked

Written for @steddie-week.

Reach Out and Touch Someone

Day #7 - Prompt: Free Space | Word Count: 1500 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Alcohol | POV: Steve | Tags: AU, Wrong Number, Right Person Trope, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Meet-Cute

Steve dials the number messily scrawled on the scrap of paper. He’s nervous. He’s always nervous when he has to stick his neck out and make a move on a girl these days. 

Yeah, he did the first bit of legwork and got her number out at the bar last night. But he's fumbled the ball and failed enough times, Robin's loving, but accurate, "you suck" burned in his brain, that he's always leery to try again. He should be used to it by now, but it’s still uncomfortable and awkward, every goddamn time. If his friends weren't all fretting about his emotional well-being from being so terminally alone, he wouldn’t put forth half the effort anymore. 

He has Robin. He has his cat. He's happy. 

It rings three times before he hears it connect, “Hello?”

It’s a man’s voice, and he hesitates for just a moment, “I’m looking for, uh, Lyla?”

“Sorry, man. Wrong number.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have misdialed,” Steve says, a different kind of embarrassment. But this is one he can handle easier, for sure. So he pushed the wrong button somewhere along the way. His eyesight isn't the best thing he's got going for him.

“No worries, man,” the other guy laughs, seemingly carefree about being bothered.

They each disconnect and then Steve reads, and re-reads, the number before dialing again. More carefully this time.

It rings only once before it’s connected.

“Still me, dude,” the familiar voice relays, still light and friendly.

wanna shout it from the rooftops

for @steddie-week prompt 'secret relationship'

rated m | 1397 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: secret relationship, established relationship, love confessions, making out, coming out

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As soon as Dustin walked out the door, Eddie was backing Steve against the wall, lips on his neck, hands wandering across his arms and sides.

“God, I thought they’d never leave,” Steve gasped, throwing his head back as Eddie’s teeth bit into his collarbone. “Need you so fuckin’ bad, baby.”

“Looked so good in that apron. So unfair I couldn’t get my hands on you when you were making cookies for us,” Eddie groaned against his skin. “Wanna fuck you right here. Open you up on my tongue-“

“Sorry, Steve! Forgot my-“ Dustin’s voice stopped before Eddie could even register that he should pull away. “What the fuck!”

First post on here, have a Steddie comic I drew a month ago (also first comic I've ever drawn pls b nice 2 me)

Rockstar Eddie getting absolutely blazed after a show with the local crew. He's been really well behaved since his last dumb shit incident so no one's really watching him. A mistake.

He just walks out of the venue, somehow missing fans and crew and finds his way to a diner. The band and crew only know about it because pictures are already surfacing on Twitter (OMG modern day au oops). Pictures of eddie hunched over a plate shoveling food into his mouth like a raccoon.

The memes are already live.

They send someone to go get him but he's not there, cue a city wide man hunt (low stakes), where thier tour manager (is that a thing?) Hooper is losing his shit because he hasn't been this hard to find in a WHILE.

The next morning Eddie wakes up in Steve's apartment, covered in a blanket but otherwise naked, and groans to himself, saying out loud "God who the fuck did I hook up with in this hick town?"

Cue Steve from the bathroom shouting "no one! You just didn't wanna wear pants anymore, you said they were like prisons for your legs."

Steve has no clue who he is, but thinks he's real cute when he's high. It's his diner and he couldn't leave some adorable guy to wander the city on his own. So he took him home to babysit him (of course).

That's all I've got so far, but they're soooooo in love

sins of the father

@steddiemicrofic Prompt: Stuff | Rating: E | WC: 483 TW: brief mention of homophobia ao3

Dick Harrington would kill them both if he knew what they were up to. Or maybe the universe would take it easy on the two boys who had seen enough pain for two lifetimes, and he would simply stroke out before he could get his hands on them.

Frankly Steve didn't care what his father would think. He only cared about the way Eddie kissed him, the way Eddie's hands felt as they stroked over his ribs and his hips, down his thighs before two fingers pressed to the most intimate part of his body.

Steve loved that Eddie didn't just try to stuff his fingers in. He took his time, got Steve worked up to the edge again and again and fucking again before he finally gave in.

He loved the way Eddie fit against his back. Loved the stretch and burn as Eddie finally stuffed his cock inside of him. He loved that no matter how they did it— slow and sweet with their hands intertwined, or pounding away with hands threaded into hair instead— there was still so much love that Steve thought he could drown in it.

“You seem distracted.” Eddie kissed just below Steve's ear and crooked his fingers, making Steve arch up against him with a gasp. “Does that mean I'm not doing a good enough job?”

“No, fuck no it doesn't mean that.” Steve licked his lips and hitched his thigh up higher, wanting to hold Eddie in place. “'s stupid.”

“It's not stupid if you were thinking about it,” Eddie said. He circled his fingers, rubbing back and forth and making Steve melt beneath him until he was having a hard time finding the words. And just when he knew Steve was right there at the edge, he stopped and pulled his fingers out a little. ”What were you worrying that pretty little head about?”

Steve's flush wasn't just from the way Eddie's fingers had worked him up so quickly. “I was thinking that... my dad would lose his fucking head if he knew what I was doing right now.”

Eddie's nose wrinkled. “Baby, I think you're thinking about the wrong Dick right now.”

“Shut up!” Steve lightly slapped Eddie's shoulder before throwing an arm over his face to hide from Eddie's gaze. “I told you it was stupid.”

Eddie pried Steve's arm away and looked down at him. “No, it's not. It's not stupid, Stevie. Do you want to stop and talk—”

“Eddie, no!” Steve laughed again and shook his head. “No, I want you to stop asking what I'm thinking about and fuck me already.”

“As my king commands.” Eddie let his fingers drag over Steve's prostate, then moved to line up between his thighs once more.

Once Eddie pressed inside of him, as they moved together towards their pleasure, the rest of the world faded away. No one else, nothing else, mattered.

Robin tries to warn Eddie not to go out drinking heavily with Steve but does he listen? Oh no, the opposite, he's more curious than ever. He needs to know what Steve is like when he's blasted.

And he unfortunately learns that Steve is that clingy, touchy, flirts with anything that moves kind of drunk when he casually plops himself right in Eddies lap, straddling, bc "it's better to cuddle like this, Eds, c'mon 🥺"

lmaoo Eddie having a full on crisis and Steve’s just. blissfully unaware. tugging Eddie’s arms around him, rubbing his face on Eddie’s chest like a cat. all drunk whiny and begging for a back scratch and moaning about how nice it feels when Eddie finally does

The next day, Robin greets Eddie with the most smug expression he’s ever seen. “Sooooo, how did not listening to me go?”

“Shut up. Jesus Christ. I’m never drinking again.”

“Well, that’s a lie.”

“I’m never drinking for a week.”

Three days later he finds himself doing shots with Steve in the living room. And again four days after that, and twice the week after, until Eddie finally asks, “Okay, do you have a drinking problem?”

“Huh?” Steve pulls back from where he was trying to fuse his face to Eddie’s collarbone, shifting his hips to sit up straight in Eddie’s lap. “No, I just…” He blushes. “You seemed like you wouldn’t agree to do this sober.”

Hold up. Hold the fuck up. No, because— because Steve’s the one who only cuddles when he’s drunk. Right? Right??

“Would you…” Eddie hedges, twirling a strand of Steve’s hair around his finger. “Would you want to do this sober?”

“Eddie. I want to do this all the time.”

Whatever the future may hold

Written for the May pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: Graduation

Rated: M

Tags: Omegaverse; omega!Eddie; alpha!Steve; pregnancy; mentions of sex

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be

Eddie turns the square cap in his hands, feeling utterly and supremely sorry for himself. He's been imagining this day for so long. Snatching that diploma from Higgins's unwilling hands and prancing off that stage into a brighter, better future.

Only now, that future fills him with nothing but dread.

It's 3am. It's pouring down rain. Steve's soaked to the skin, been wandering the city for most of the night, hasn't slept in almost 24 hours, thinks maybe he's on the brink of delirium, and then a truck hits a pool of ponded water, sending a muddy wave cascading over him.

He just wants to go home but Dustin lost his dog and he can't leave a puppy out in this weather.

Steve steps off the curb, and what looks like a shallow puddle turns out to be a water-filled hole. He crashes towards the pavement, nothing he can do to stop it. As fast he's falling, he's miraculously not, arms wrapped around his waist. It takes a second for his brain to catch up, to understand that he's being held upright in an old-fashioned, romantic dip.

"Careful, sweetheart," a deep and smoke raspy voice says from above him.

it sends chills down his spine, the good kind, and warmth slips through him. His rescuer is a solid 10 knockout. Long, curly hair; eyeliner; decked out in leather and studs and chains. He smells like booze and cigarettes and weed, and it's intoxicating. Steve has to fight the instinct to nuzzle the guy's leather jacket. He's beautiful, holds Steve with the swagger only a guy with rings on every finger could pull off.

rewatched labrynth and couldn't get this out of my head. Have some doodles!

steddie meetcute at the bar bathroom sinks but it’s steve adjusting his hair way too specifically while eddie spends a full 50 seconds working a paper towel under his rings

surrogate omega Steve who chooses to carry pups as often as possible because he genuinely enjoys it and it pays well

-VS-

the very confused coffee shop owner and alpha, Eddie, who has been watching him for several years and has never seen a mating bite on his neck, but always a bump