#steddierthings

[strangersteddierthings]

Shipping bingo! Stargyle or Stonathan -xo, @steddierthings

This is for both those ships.

[nburkhardt]

3 and 18 for the song asks! -xo, @steddierthings

3: three songs you were recently obsessed with.

Single Soon by Selena Gomez. I think it’s the beat tbh, and the way she sings “I’m a little high….maintenance” just scratches the right spot.

I Can See You by Taylor Swift. Ngl as soon as I heard this one I was like “yep that’s a favorite”

Blame (MTV Unplugged) by Bastille. In general I’m in love with all their songs but this version of Blame is just so so sooo good. Also the lyrics “this is my body and soul here” and “you’ve got the power to control. Don’t pin it all on me” in this version?! SO PERFECT.

18: three songs that remind you of your best friend.

… can I be completely honest right now? I don’t associate music with friends anymore 🫣

Song Asks!

[steddieficfind]

Hi! I’m looking for an AO3 fic I lost track of, it was in progress, multi chapter, might have been AOB, definitely explicit. The setup was Steve is looking for drugs (I can’t remember if it was Upside Down related or not) and he comes to Eddie. Eddie, who’s heard the rumors that Steve will spread his legs for just about anyone, tries his luck and bargains with Steve to let him go down on him in exchange for drugs. Steve, who might’ve been a virgin, agrees for the heck of it.

I also remember that the synopsis was something along the lines of, “Eddie is going broke from all the free drugs he’s been giving Steve. But he’s not willing to lose this no strings attached sex-for-drugs deal he has with the King of Hawkins High. Steve, on the other hand, has more drugs than he knows what to do with because his dealer boyfriend keeps gifting them to him every time they have sex.”

Thanks for the help, I appreciate all your hard work. 💖

Request 1536! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[thelastwalkingsoul]

A google sheet masterlist for all your referencing needs!

After driving myself mildly insane trying to keep all my references together, I have compiled a masterlist of every helpful reference I or other users have found/created.

I will aim to update the masterlist every week, so if anyone has references they know of, please DM me here or on Discord!

Also feel free to let me know if any of the links stop working.

Enjoy!

Quick shoutout to everyone who has been featured in the masterlist so far!

@deoidesign, @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe, @luna-writes-stuff, @storiesbyrhi, @subbaculture

@farahsamboolents, @blaqcats-fics, @devondespresso, @dreamwatch, @aqueerkettleofish

@plistommy, @corrodedbisexual, @nogling, @steviesbicrisis, @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

@eddiemunsonstrojans, @pinkrelish, @shybunnie20, @sweetmariihs2, @eiqhties

@steddielations, @steddierthings, @madmonroe, @eddiessidegirl, @eddiemunsonsmum

@eddiemunsonfuxks, @somnambulic-thing, @likearainbowinthedark, @evilrry, @themunsonator5000

@pluckedstrings, @eddiemunsonsmiddlefingers, @fictioninterieur, @lydiamarsin

@dinah-lance, @steddiesvinyl, @strangersteddiethings

[apomaro-mellow]

42. “I swear it was an accident.” for the drabble prompts, pls and ty. Steddie, or whatever pairing inspires you. xo, @steddierthings

If Eddie could take it back, he would. If he could just travel through time and warn himself before it happened. But how was he to know? There wasn't a single red flag only green lights. But now he was sitting on the couch, two very angry roommates glaring down at him. One of which was his boyfriend.

Both Steve and Robin had their arms crossed. Eddie felt like an inmate on death row. Which meant he had to plead his case.

"I swear it was an accident. I thought she was you!"

"How do you make a mistake like that?", Steve raised a brow, not convinced.

Eddie had come home after a long shift and upon entering, saw a jean-clad ass, swinging as the person was bent over, looking through the shared vhs collection in the living room. Eddie had wound up and gave his a resounding smack.

He very quickly realized it wasn't the luscious behind of his beloved. Nope, it was Robin that shot up with fire in her eyes.

And so here he was, on trial.

"In my defense, she's wearing your jeans!", Eddie gestured to her legs.

And that she was. They looked a little loose on her, but at first glance, it wasn't hard to mistake those legs for Steve's from behind.

Robin rolled her eyes. "You've literally said you'd recognize Steve's ass anywhere."

"His bare ass", Eddie amended. "It's like a constellation that always leads me home~"

"Put those eyes away, Munson. You're not off the hook", Steve said.

"Hey, it's not just the pants. She's also wearing your shirt."

Steve looked Robin up and down and realized her entire ensemble was taken from his closet. "You know, he might have a point."

"Steve!", Robin gasped. "My honor!"

"You're right, you're right. As punishment, let's say...two hours, no kisses."

Eddie's face dropped. "Baby, you're killing me."

"Wanna make it three hours?"

Send me a pairing and a number for a drabble

[emchant3d]

💜 Steddie please? - @steddierthings

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss from this prompt meme for @steddierthings !

Eddie doesn’t mean to do it. 

It’s late. They’re cleaning up in the kitchen after a midnight snack, movie credits rolling in the living room, a pile of blankets abandoned on the couch. Eddie’s been spending a lot of time at the Harrington house lately for reasons he doesn’t want to examine too closely, and each evening it ends like this - the two of them side by side, maybe too close, sneaking looks and making excuses to touch. A lingering hand on an elbow, a brush of fingers when handing over a beer, innocent if not for the heat in their eyes when it happens.

They’re on the precipice of something. Balanced on a cliff’s edge and every evening spent together makes him feel like he’s toeing the edge nearer and nearer to falling. Eddie’s been following Steve’s lead, coming when invited, inserting himself into his space when it seems welcome, tucking himself in close and worming his way into the spaces of Steve’s life that he opens up for him.

He’s not a patient man, never has been, and maybe that’s his downfall this time, maybe that’s what makes this particular night the night, but he can’t help it - it’s so plain to him where this is going, where they’re going to end up, and he wants. His blood burns in his veins, but it isn’t desperation that drives him to do it - it’s just another one of those simple, sweet little touches. His own hand lands on Steve’s back as he comes up behind him, slipping a plate they’d missed into the sink where Steve’s doing the dishes, and Steve turns to give him a little grin, maybe tease him, maybe say thank you, Eddie won’t ever know, because he sees that pretty smile aimed at him, those warm eyes catching his own, and he doesn’t think - he just ducks a bit, and he presses his lips to Steve’s, chaste and quick and sweet.

He’s pulled away before he even realizes what he’s done, halfway across the kitchen before his stomach drops and his face goes hot.

He whips back around, eyes wide, finds Steve staring at him with his mouth dropped open in shock and his gaze still fixed on Eddie. His cheeks are flushed pink, he looks so fucking gorgeous, and panic squeezes Eddie’s heart so fucking tight because fuck, fuck he can’t ruin this, not already, not before it’s even begun. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, “I don’t - I didn’t–”

“Don’t,” Steve interrupts, and he turns fully to face Eddie, hands dripping suds onto the kitchen tile, and Eddie’s voice dies with a strangled sound in his throat. “Don’t apologize. Not unless you regret it.” 

“Never,” Eddie says, too fast, shaking his head hard enough to make his hair swing. “I could never regret you.”

Steve holds his gaze and slowly, a smile spreads over his face. “Then get back over here,” he tells him, “and kiss me like you mean it.” And what can Eddie do but obey? He closes the space between them, hands finding Steve’s sides and pulling him in close, laughing when wet hands slide over his shoulders and up into his hair and then they’re kissing, messy and grinning into it, and Steve bites at his lower lip and tugs it with his teeth and Eddie’s laugh turns into a groan.

“Upstairs?” he breathes into Steve’s mouth, and Steve laughs, bright and happy.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He pulls away, takes Eddie’s hand, and pulls him to where they both knew they’d end up eventually.

[afewproblems]

Dyyyyiinnggg for difficult days! (It’s me, @steddierthings, messaging from main 🎉🎉)

Hallo friend!! Please enjoy!!!

Shawn breathes in slowly through his nose to try and halt the rapid thrum of his heart beat but it doesn't seem to help,”you guys got me, great job,” he bites out, voice tight as Shawn raises a clenched first and presses the knuckles into his sternum, hard. “I need you to leave,” he says, turning away. “Shawn, if you would just let me explain--” “Gus is going to be here soon with an, ‘I-told-you-so’, which is an invitation only event so,” he points dismissively at the entryway, ignoring the lump in his throat. “Shawn,” Lassiter says, reaching out to grasp his hand only for Shawn to jerk away, just out of reach. “Just, go, I don't want to hear it “.

[stobinesque]

Hi! 36 for platonic stobin? Ty! -@steddierthings

hello, this broke me 🥲 prompt: things you said but didn’t mean | rating: T (for language) wc: 616 | cw: hurt/comfort, arguments & misunderstandings

Robin storms inside, door slamming behind her. “God, you can be such an idiot sometimes!” The second the words are out she wants to yank them back. “Fuck.”

Steve’s face is frozen like a wax figurine. He’s never looked at her like that. He’s not looking at her. No, that’s not right. He’s not looking at her. It’s some plastic version of him, wearing Steve’s face like a mask. He huffs out a hollow laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I’m— I’m aware, Robin.”

“Fuck. No. Steve, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just—”

“You just finally got sick of me?” His voice is only barely quavering, and he waves a dismissive hand, as though to brush away objections she hasn’t even made yet. “No, that’s fine, I get it. No one sticks around, you know?”

“Steve.”

“You don’t have to keep stringing me along like, like some kind of lapdog, you know? I don’t need your pity, Robin.”

Her face is wet, her feet blocks of concrete, and there’s a knife lodged in her chest. “Is that what you think? You think I pity you?”

The mask flickers, and that’s all the fuel she needs to launch herself across the space she carved between them to jab a finger into his chest. “You think I threw myself against a door with you, you think I walked into battle with you, y-you think I came out to you, because I pity you? Do you think that little of me? Do you think that little of yourself?”

Steve’s eyes are round as saucers and he has both hands wrapped around her forearm. “No— no, Robs, I— ” His voice cracks around a sob and suddenly he’s collapsing into her arms.

Robin startles back with the shock, but not enough to lose him. Her arms tighten around him hesitantly.

She doesn’t know what to do. She’s seen Steve in every state imaginable. But she’s never seen him break—not like this. Not because of her.

She drops down to her knees, pulling him with her, and he burrows himself deeper in her embrace. “I love you, Steve.” She whispers it into his ear, tears streaming down her face. “You’re my best friend. More than, you’re— there isn’t a word for what you are to me, okay? You’re the most important person in my life, and nothing you say, or-or do, or fuck up is ever going to change that, you hear me? You…” she laughs, reaching up to wipe some of the tears from her face. “God, in spite of all of the fucking horror that came with it: you make my life better. You make me happy. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever done anything to make you doubt that.”

“’M sorry too,” Steve mumbles against her chest. He pulls back just enough to look up into her face. “And you haven’t, okay? Don’t put that on yourself, it’s… You were right. I don’t… I’m still not used to it. People wanting all of me.” Steve shakes his head. “I have a hard enough time understanding why Henderson keeps me around. But you? I’ve never met anyone better, and I spend every day wondering what I did to deserve you, and terrified of when I’ll ruin it.”

Robin sandwiches Steve’s face between her hands and makes him look at her, even though the intense stare makes her want to flinch. “You don’t have to do anything to deserve my love, okay? You already have it, and you always will.” She closes her eyes and leans up to press a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, Fen. For forever.”

“Love you too, Birdie.”

send me a pairing and a prompt!

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Wiggly-Worm Wednesdayyyy 🧠🪱

It's wiggly Wednesday again - time to share a recent brainworm and tag your friends to do the same!

tagged by @devondespresso thanks!!! <3 Also, we’re ignoring the fact that it’s now Thursday. I didn’t have time yesterday but I still wanted to participate because this one seems fun!!!

<< I, too, am going to do one I’m currently writing, and one I’m not.  >>

For fics I’m currently working on, I’m doing an Upside-Down AU oneshot of Carl & Barb getting together, and having a nice little sleepover because I love them and I’m having a GRAND time. As a ginger snaps shipper, I’m thriving. Like, they had chemistry in the main fic, but at the start, it was very much an us vs. you thing, claws out bitchiness. But, that fight together at the junk yard made for some quick and dirty bonding, and then they’re just…attached. 

For fics I’m not writing, I think it’d be really really really fun to have Eddie be the one to go back in time in a time travel AU!!!! Think about it, the retellings of what happened previously are scattered and confusing, and leave out so much, that Eddie would just be like, “I have to stop this from happening!!!” but absolutely not know how to Do That. Or even necessarily what he’s stopping. If he goes back PRE S1 or even during it, you also get the bonus of him just, straight up NOT being able to convince anyone because…..the supernatural isn’t real. They still have credulity. If he comes back season 2, I think he’d have a better chance of convincing people, but not by a LOT. Now, season three? I think he could go up to any one of the participants and be like, “I’m from the future, I’m here to prevent a catastrophe,” and in this case, he might have even connected the mall fire to whatever went on, right? But he still doesn’t actually know anything about what happened! So, if anything DOES improve, it’d just be because there’s another person, and not because of any foretold knowledge. Not saying I’ll never write this, but there are no plans right now. I just think it’d be funny though!

tagging (no pressure ofc): @queenie-ofthe-void @wynnyfryd @museumgiftshoperaser @strangersteddierthings @steddierthings

[strangersteddierthings]

R&T for the fic ask game, please! (If you’ve already done them, then free space—pick a question someone hasn’t asked yet that you wish they would have!). Ty ty -xo, @steddierthings

Thanks for the ask @steddierthings!

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Oh, interesting question. When I was 10 or 11, I read my first Tamora Pierce book, which was the first thing to influence me to want to write. I loved the medieval fantasy world she'd built, especially the Cirlce of Magic books. I don't think my writing much resembles Pierce's, but she was the author that influenced me to write.

I do have to shout out to @i-less-than-three-you and @nburkhardt who are bad influences (affectionate) in the discord server haha

T: Any fandom trope you can't stand?

De-aged fics. I barely tolerate kid fics, and if any of the main cast that wasn't already a kid becomes one? No thank you. Especially if it's tagged with the relationship tag (Steve/Eddie) but one of them becomes de-aged and the other has to take care of them. I just cannot imagine having to take care of a child and then still viewing that person in a romantic light when you were essentially acting as a parent. It gives me the ick.

[eriquin]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @meggiejolly.

Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

He left before she could say anything more.

Tagging 8 people:

@hitlikehammers, @strangersteddierthings, @anniebass, @outcider, @dame-zoom-a-lot

@steddierthings, @torakowalski, @redbirdblogs

[steddieficfind]

Hi! I'm looking for a fic I read during probably the first half of 2024, in which Steve and Eddie met as kids when they were kidnapped together and scraped, but had maps of the forest they were kept in literally carved in their backs.

It was told mostly through flashbacks, as it was mostly happening when they were in the upsidedown talking.

When they escaped as kids, they wanted to keep contact, but Eddie told his therapist that he liked Steve, and the therapist was homophobic so she recommended for them to cut contact, so when they saw each other again they didn't recognise each other.

That's most of what I can remember .

Request 1530! Send me an ask if you recognize this fic!

[withacapitalp]

tagged by: @unclewaynemunson and @thefreakandthehair

Thanks guys!!! I love getting tagged in these things

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

“You never scared me,” Wayne managed to whisper, feeling the lump in his throat grow to the size of a boulder as he looked Eddie straight in the eyes.

Twenty nine........Jesus h Christ Liam get your shit together okay I'm actually going to attempt to do this and not cheat

@stevethehairington @steveshairychest @riality-check @flowercrowngods @henderdads @strawberryspence @stevesbipanic @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @yournowheregirl @legitcookie @unclewaynemunson @thefreakandthehair @undreaming-fanfiction @sidekick-hero @thelastwalkingsoul @steddiealltheway @maxinemaxmayfield @maxineholtzmann @hexiewrites @laundrybiscuits @wynnyfryd @starrystevie @stargyles @sharpbutsoft @steddierthings @strangersteddierthings @matchingbatbites @blushweddinggowns @corrodedbisexual

[apomaro-mellow]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: post the last line you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words.

From "Built for Loving":

Complaints went to the phones first.

tagging: @steddiecameraroll @mugloversonly @estrellami-1 @steddierthings @strangersteddierthings

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Fill you with loving, drink out your blood

by steddierthings (neveranygoodupthere)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Body Horror, but not really, Steve's just learning how to have abstract thoughts, and it freaks him out, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Originally Posted on Tumblr Words: 1,491 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Steve's a pretty normal guy, he figures. Sure his life the past few years hasn’t been normal, what with the monster fighting and the torture and the traveling to other dimensions, but outside of that, he’s just some dude. And as a normal guy, as just some dude, he figures he feels and thinks pretty normal things. He sees a cool movie, he thinks, “cool.” He sees a pretty girl, he thinks, “pretty.” When he was with Nancy, he thought, “She makes me feel good and I want to be around her all the time and I want to kiss her and I want to have sex with her.” Simple. Normal. But now that he’s with Eddie, his thoughts are the farthest from simple, and don’t even live within the same realm as normal.

[zerokrox-blog]

was tagged by @a-little-unsteddie

rules: post the last sentence you wrote in your wip, and tag as many people as there are words.

They felt a bit guilty leaving without Steve but they wanted to go to a queer club and it felt weird to bring a straight man. 

this is from my Dom Steve fic (I am kinda in love with it lol also Steve is proudly bisexual in this one but his friends don’t know) 

@mondengel @novemberhush @estrellami-1 @steddieas-shegoes @simplebtromance @augustjustice @steddierthings @navnae @blushweddinggowns @findafight @wheatnoodle @strangersteddierthings @a-little-unsteddie @steddiealltheway @steddielations @legitcookie @outpastthebrakers @solarmorrigan @scarcrossdlvrs @corroded-coughing @bonitabreezy @theamazingbard @piratefishmama @stevethehairington @infinite-orangepeel @writer-in-theory