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the world will follow after | 2,617 | MacksDramaticShenanigans / @stevethehairington

Summary: Another glance at the clock and Steve really has to leave now. He barely has time to shove the piece of toast Eddie, so graciously, made for him (crisp, but not too crunchy, and definitely not burnt, with just the right amount of butter spread thin across the top) into his mouth before he’s running towards the door. He’s about two steps away from it, hand already reaching for the knob, when Eddie catches him. He gives Steve's shoulders a squeeze, then spins Steve around and reaches for his collar next, fussing with it until it’s straightened and flat. He pats Steve twice on the chest and gives him a smile. “All set now,” he says. Then, “have a nice day at work.” Steve, at the complete whim of his scrambled brain, smiles back, tells Eddie thanks, glances at his watch, curses under his breath, then leans in to kiss Eddie goodbye. Then, just as quickly, he’s out the door and in his car and finally on his way to work. It isn’t until he’s halfway there that it hits him what he’s just done. He kissed Eddie Munson.

temptations of trouble | 2,812 | MacksDramaticShenanigans / @stevethehairington

Summary: Eddie ignores the flip flopping in his stomach as he meets Steve’s gaze and fits his palms to either side of Steve’s jaw. Cradles his face like he’s something special now. (Because he is.) And then he leans in to kiss him. Right on those pretty pink lips of his. It’s short and sweet like it always is, but when Eddie pulls back and opens his eyes, he’s met with Steve’s, wide as fucking saucers, goggling unblinkingly back at him. He can feel Robin’s stare boring into the side of his face, can feel the tiny pinpricks of Nancy’s and Jonathan’s and Argyle’s on his back too. The whole room is quiet enough to hear a god damn pin drop. Eddie is about to open his mouth and ask what the hell that’s all about when it finally catches up with him. He just fucking kissed Steve fucking Harrington. On the mouth.

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promise me nothing, live 'til we die | 2,968 | MacksDramaticShenanigans / @stevethehairington

Summary: “You’ve seriously never had your first kiss, though?” Eddie snorts. “Why do you sound so disbelieving? Come on, Harrington. I don’t exactly have a long line of suitors winding out my front door, vying for my hand or anything. Nobody wants to swap spit with the local freak. They might catch something.” He gives Steve a scrutinizing look. “I’m not like you, King Steve.” “I’m not worried about catching anything from you,” Steve says. Eddie tilts his head, perplexed. “Okay… thanks?” Steve shakes his head. “No, I mean, if no one else wants to, I will.” “Will what? Line up outside my door?” Eddie scoffs. “Kiss you,” Steve says and knocks all the air out of Eddie’s chest. “I’ll do it.” Eddie’s eyes have got to be as big as dinner plates as he blinks at Steve. “What?”

waiting for the hammer to fall | 1,264 | stellarpoint (pettifogger) / @heybluechild

Summary: From the stereo, Freddie Mercury’s voice kicks in with a familiar refrain. Steve taps along to the beat against the steering wheel. From the corner of his eye, he sees Eddie watching him. “What?” Steve prompts. “I like this song.” “You— what?” “I like this song. Dude, I literally own this album. Look.” He gestures towards the glove compartment, which Eddie pops open. Sure enough, among the cassettes crammed in with the BMW’s instruction manual and Steve’s registration info, Queen’s The Works is nestled between a copy of Born in the U.S.A. and Abbey Road. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Eddie says, not missing a beat. A sharkish grin spreads across his face. “The King isn’t as much of a square as I assumed.”

Nine Stops | 2,406 | Aww_Canon_No

Summary: And holy shit this might be his chance because…Yeah. Yep. Yes. Steve is kissing him. It’s warm and better than he imagined, and it’s really, really scary because Eddie has never liked someone so much in his entire life and God, if he wakes up and this is a dream he’s going to fucking lose it. Eddie sees Steve on the train. And he looks really, really tired.

this is the year | 3,818 | alchemystique / @alchemistc

Summary: “I need your help,” Eddie tells him the moment Wayne pulls the screen door open. He’s all nervous energy, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his thumb in his mouth and hair even messier than usual, a little wild-eyed, the way he sometimes gets in the middle of learning a new song, writing out a new campaign. “If you’ll let me in the door I’ll do my best,” Wayne tells him, and Eddie bounds back three steps, tapping his fingers against his thigh. The TV’s on, tuned to – “Are you watching baseball?” “No,” Eddie says, automatic, and then, “Yeah. Shit, yes.”

don't go on the patio (beware of the pool) | 3,970 | alchemystique / @alchemistc

Summary: “Hey, what is it called if I like people without boobies?” And that is – well that’s just not fair, is it? Because Robin had spent years fighting herself about it before she was willing to even entertain the idea that she was super not into boys, and even now she panics if some one so much as hints about a predilection that might not be super straight, and Steve is just looking at her with earnest eyes like one cuddle with a dude while some shirtless actor on the TV beat some commies up is all it took for him to come to terms with his sexuality and how is that fair? “Do you want to tell me something?” “Yeah, but answer the question first.”

starts with an h, sounds like potential | 4,430 | formosus_iniquis / @formosusiniquis

Summary: Eddie knows he got to Hawkins a little later than everyone else. He wasn't born and raised in the six miles of town with the same eight people his whole life. There was a whole social services kerfuffle that meant he didn't land in this small town hell hole until he was the ancient age of thirteen. He knows he's destined to forever be the freaky new kid with the shaved head and the group home eyes who joined in the eighth grade. But even without all that he is fucking positive that there was no Henderson in any of his three graduating classes. Yet here Henderson the supposed younger sits painting him a mystery week after week. Steve said this, Steve did that, Steve may very well be a delusion if the way the others giggle and sigh every time he gets brought up is any indication.

Welcome Home (Shed Your Skin and Expose Your Bones) | 5,019 | zade / @racetrackthehiggins

Summary: Eddie makes a bet to break into the defunct(ish) Hawkins Lab. It doesn't go according to plan.

three minute record, baby | 6,677 | alchemystique / @alchemistc

Summary: The sun, already dipping low in the sky, catches his eye in flashes as he drives past miles and miles of yellow and green, fallen leaves flying out behind the back wheels as he careens down the road at speeds he hasn’t driven since he was younger and stupider and still thought there was a chance his parents might love him. The crossbreeze flowing past him has a bite, as summer bleeds into fall and the sun falls low earlier every day – he’s glad of the sun-kissed warmth of the sweatshirt swimming around his wrists, glad of the cutting chill of the wind against his face, cold enough he can blame the streaking tears on the icy breeze. He makes it twenty minutes past the town limits before he has to pull the BMW off to the side of the road and scream.

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy | 6,716 | MacksDramaticShenanigans / @stevethehairington

Summary: Eddie scoots down on the bed until he’s level with Steve and turns onto his side, shifting closer in the process. The movement draws Steve, and his head lolls to the side to see what Eddie is up to. It brings them nearly nose to nose, and Eddie goes a little bit cross-eyed focusing on Steve. Steve doesn’t flinch away from the closeness. Just breathes and blinks. And then his eyes flicker down to Eddie’s lips and right back up, so quick that Eddie’s hazy brain would have missed it if he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t been anticipating it. Eddie takes it as the invitation it has to be, and slowly, slowly closes the distance. His nose does bump into Steve’s as he enters his space, but he pauses, hesitates with his mouth hovering a hair’s breadth away from Steve’s. He waits for the rejection, for the brutal shove away, for the disgusted “what the fuck man?”. But they don’t come. What does come is Steve’s mouth, pushing forward to press against Eddie’s.

I Wanna Kiss You (But I Want it too Much) | 13,607 | xiaq / @xiaq

Summary: "I knew I liked girls," Robin says, "because I wanted to kiss girls.” “Yeah. But how did you know it was more than the normal amount?” “…the normal amount,” she repeats. “Well, sure.” Steve scrubs a hand through his hair. “Everyone wants to kiss everyone a little bit, right? Like. How did you know it was more than the normal heterosexual amount?” Robin cannot believe she’s going to have to say this out loud. She glances around the empty store just to make sure no one has somehow teleported in during the last two minutes. “Steve. Steven. There is no normal heterosexual amount of wanting to kiss people of the same gender.” He crosses his arms. “Well, that can’t be right.”

try to make this life my own | 13,969 | teiresias (kindlywest) / @stststevie

Summary: Steve learns that his parents have left their lives in Hawkins behind permanently when he wakes up and the bathroom lights don't turn on.

when you hold me tight | 2,050 | emchant3d / @emchant3d

Summary: Eddie didn’t get it at first. But now, months later, now that they’ve saved the world and they’ve gotten closer and they’re friends, they’re more, he’s starting to understand. The aftermath of Steve downplaying his injuries from the bats.

Wiggle and Flourish | 2,456 | AidaRonan / @aidaronan

Summary: Eddie says his bedroom is where the magic happens. Apparently he means it.

you had a pocket full of horses (trojan, some of them used) | 2,712 | fivecenturiesverse / @fivecenturiesverse

Summary: Steve propositions Eddie for sex one lazy afternoon at his house. Eddie definitely doesn't say no.

You Haven’t Even Asked But The Answer Is Yes | 2,988 | Sharpbutsoft (BuckysButt) / @sharpbutsoft

Summary: It’s Steve’s fault, he’ll maintain, for handing the phone over, too lazy to get up off the sofa and find his glasses. And how was Eddie to predict that, while searching for the email confirming their reservation in Enzo’s when they’re back in Hawkins next week, he’d find something else. But typing en into the search bar was enough to conjure, for just a second - a split second, even, but long enough for Eddie to read it - an email. A delivery confirmation email. A delivery confirmation email for an Engagement Ring.

Straight Knife Through The Heart | 4,958 | relenafanel / @relenafanel

Summary: Steve has no idea why he ever agreed to attend something called Death Fest. It has no resemblance to any sort of music and he's feeling cranky about it. Enter Eddie Munson. In Leather Pants. (and Steve is maybe embracing a more fluid sexuality)

Like Strangers Laugh And Like Subways Feel | 5,932 | beetlesandstars / @beetlesandstarss & fly_agaric

Summary: Hoisting his bat in the air, Steve unlocks the door and wrenches it open. Eddie Munson falls into him, up against his legs, half sprawled out across the step. Steve drops his bat with a clatter. Or: Eddie shows up on Steve's doorstep, hurt, panicked, and in need of a helping hand.

things i know/things i want to learn | 3,683 | formosus_iniquis / @formosusiniquis

Summary: He knows it's crazy. He knows it borders on batshit even. He knows it's weird and obsessive and, frankly, a little unhealthy. But Nancy Wheeler started it. "Jon is sweet, and he tries so I feel bad for even thinking it, but he just doesn't have as much fun when he's down there and you can tell. I mean, you know, when Steve did that thing he does with his tongue-"

My Right Hand Man | 4,085 | entanglednow / @entanglednow

Summary: In which movie night takes an unexpected turn, and it's surprisingly easy to just let it happen.

where it counts | 4,704 | Adure / @toburnup

Summary: They finish the movie and when Steve pulls away, it's like Eddie's been branded, Steve's palm permanently emblazoned on his skin through his jeans. He must notice Eddie's hard-on but he doesn't say anything. They talk about the movie while Eddie keeps the blanket piled in his lap and wills his dick to calm down. "Next week?" Eddie asks on his way out, voice clumsy, tripping between words. "Yeah," Steve holds the door open for him, smiles easily like Eddie's not holding his jacket in front of him. So fucking obvious. "Next week." (Steve and Eddie have a series of movie nights.)

when you find out, it's all you're gonna hear | 6,059 | QueerOnTilMorning

Summary: “Um,” says Robin. She can pack more scorn into an “um” than anyone he’s ever met. Steve looks at her with his eyebrows raised, but she just keeps scowling at him. Finally, he says, “Um, what?” “Why are you flirting with Eddie Munson?” OR: Another getting-together fic. Steve has a crush, Robin has a concern.

the space between | 6,236 | amiparanoidmuch (p1013)

Summary: It's just that Steve likes to take care of people. He likes to be needed. And God, does Eddie need him right now. So, they'd started this weird codependent sleep thing with the best of intentions. A way to find comfort, to get rest, to process what happened to them with someone who understood, who they didn't have to lie to. That's all it was meant to be.

Whole Lotta Love | 9,632 | stereobone / @stereobone

Summary: Steve scoffs. "I think if I was dating someone, Robin, I would be the first to know about it." "Would you, though?" Robin says.

The Sun Is Gone, but I Have a Light | 10,106 | ofmdLins

Summary: Eddie Munson isn't a very good vampire. He doesn't like to hunt and has never bitten a human in the couple of years since being turned. The problem is that animal blood can only sustain him for so long. Chicago, Illinois, 1993. Eddie follows the recommendation of another vampire to visit a 'donor,' a human who lets vampires feed off them for a living. What he's not expecting is for said donor to be a ghost from high school past in the shape of Steve Harrington.

you gotta get a reaction | 10,700 | jk_rockin / @jkrockin

Summary: Steve actually likes Judas Priest. The guy who sings for them has a good voice, and admitting this out loud is apparently enough for Eddie to successfully wheedle him into agreeing to drive eighty goddamn miles to Indianapolis to go see a band with him. Not that it took all that much wheedling. Turns out Steve is kind of a pushover for Eddie Munson.

Some Things Cosmic | 12,442 | stereobone / @stereobone

Summary: Steve has a dream about Eddie. And another. And another. And another...

it must be something in the water | 13,961 | rosefire / @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e

Summary: “Oh my god,” Steve said, panic threading his voice, “Oh my god oh my god —” “Hey, dude, relax, okay, we’re gonna — they’re gonna figure out we’re stuck in here and get us out. We’re gonna be fine,” Eddie said, actively tamping down the wave of frustration rising up in him. He felt his lips pull back from his teeth, a little, slamming the button for the lobby over and over, pressing the emergency call button, remembering he didn’t have his phone. He was too close to his fucking rut for this shit. “We’ve just gotta calm the fuck down —” “No,” Steve whined, “I — I can’t —” and Eddie whipped his head around, alarmed. Steve was flushed now, and the faint sheen on his face had been upgraded to actual beads of sweat, pooling at his temples. His pupils were dilated, and while Eddie stood, frozen, because he’d never in his life heard Steve sound like that, Steve shouldered off his backpack and unzipped his windbreaker with shaking hands, still gasping for air. “Hey, Steve, dude, we’re gonna be fine,” Eddie tried again, only then Steve whipped his windbreaker off his shoulders towards him and Eddie got a face full of his scent, and that wasn’t just warm rising off of him, that was heat.

so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey | 13,973 | pricklywhicket / @messessentialist

Summary: The Hawkins Public Pool is open from Memorial Day to Labor Day, 8AM to 8PM, seven days a week. It employs three lifeguards, two of whom work each day: one from 8 to 2, and one from 2 to 8. Objectively, Eddie knows that it’s weird for him to know this. Why should a guy who Does Not Swim concern himself with the work roster of a public pool he Does Not Swim at? Or: Lifeguard Steve and Eddie meet up at the pool after hours.

Lover, Come Over | 14,917 | ParadimeShifts / @paradimeshifts7

Summary: “Rough day?” Eddie pries, raising an eyebrow, and Steve glances up at him with a shy smile before he returns his eyes to the ground. “Rough year,” he mutters, huffing out a weak semblance of a laugh. ----- Steve Harrington is the last person Eddie expects to see sitting on the curb when he responds to the call, but there he is, looking like absolute hell. Sometimes, love is right on time.

cybersex by Adure / @toburnup

3 Part Series | Rated E | Total Words: 7,382

Part 1 Summary: With a self-satisfied groan, he rolls over and taps her icon to send her the video. Steve presses send and closes his eyes, feels each muscle relax. A minute or two later, his phone chimes and he opens one eye to read the text. But—it’s not Emma. It’s Eddie who texted him and he frowns, swipes it open. Eddie: lol Steve sits up and fear sparks in his stomach. His hands are shaking as he scrolls up and— Yep, sent the video to Eddie.

rising moon by jk_rockin / @jkrockin

2 Part Series | Rated E | Total Words: 13,456

Part 1 Summary: Steve gets bitten by a strange dog one hot summer night. It takes him a month, and a little outside help, to work out what's wrong with him.

you are young and life is long (and there is time to kill today) by heartofwinterfell / @nancywheeeler

2 Part Series | Rated M | Total Words: 70,165

Part 1 Summary: Eddie Munson’s no hero. Too bad the universe—or whatever’s gonna be left of it—didn’t get the memo.

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