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[Podfic] Soda Burn

I am so excited to get my next long pod journey started. I love this story so much! Thank you 3minsover for writing it and letting me pod it.

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Written By: @3minsover Rated: E Ch length: 54 min, but full pod over 8 hours Pairing: Steddie

Summary:

“Hey newbie. Ever worked in a bar before?” the guy asks with an easy smile. Steve snaps his eyes up to meet his, and shit they’re pretty. The greeting would be charming from anyone else, perhaps even from the guy himself if he’d not overheard the exchange moments before, but Steve’s insides curl at the condescension.

“Yeah. For about five years. Thanks. And my name’s Steve,” he responds, voice clipped. He yanks at the ties of his apron, knotting the bow just a little tighter than is comfortable. He’ll have to adjust it later, but the man’s dark eyes are roaming over him like he’s something edible, and there’s no way Steve’s going to give any indication whatsoever that he’s prey.

“Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Eddie.”

Steve can’t prevent the way his face scrunches in confusion, because surely not. There’s no way that this is the Eddie. Sure, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes, but from the little Steve’s experienced of him so far, he seems like a major ass. The way Bridget had hyped him up, anyone would think fucking Jon Bon Jovi worked here.

OR

when the upmarket cocktail bar Steve's working at goes out of business, he finds himself in desperate need of a job.

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Holy shit 1000 of y’all!!! For your convenience, here's a list of every Steddie fic I've written in case you wanted to read my work:

Completed:

the intensity of being known (12475 words) (Teen and Up)

(single dad!steve, babysitter!eddie, steve pov)

It Has No Place Here Series, starting with: dirtybadwronggood (8364 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, hatefucking to lovers, angst with a happy ending, dual pov)

out there where they glow (58171 words) (Mature)

(tangled au, rapunzel!steve, flynn rider!eddie, mild angst, happy ending, dual pov)

Soda Burn (80379 words) (Explicit)

(bartenders au, enemies to lovers, fuck steve’s dad, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

Interviews and Articles from the Flight Risk Universe (8971 words) (Teen and Up)

(a selection of magazine articles and interviews with eddie and steve in the years leading up to and after the events of flight risk by the incomparable @sayesayes and @noxarcanaart)

What is this, a Crossover Episode? (7487 words) (Explicit)

(fanfic of fanfic, soda burn!steve, flight risk!eddie, as near to a crackfic as i've written, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

Pro Patria Mori (57448 words) (Explicit)

(ww1 au, british steddie, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

climbing on my desire (6512 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, jealous steve, daddy kink, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

love on my fingers, lust on my tongue (6793 words) (Explicit)

(FBI agent!Steve, unsub!eddie, knifeplay, gratuitous smut, eddie pov)

Something (7232 words) (Explicit)

(lighthouse keeper!steve, siren!eddie, oral sex, happy ending, steve pov)

No More Retreating (53538 words) (Explicit)

(bucket list fic, canon era, friends to lovers, mutual pining, dual pov, happy ending)

A Jewel for the Captain's Collection (7091 words) (Explicit)

(pirate au, captain!eddie, stowaway!steve, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

he's a handful (5294 words) (Explicit)

(vague modern au, fisting, slightly bratty bottom eddie, soft dom top steve, eddie pov)

And Stay Out (8841 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, follow-up to Soda Burn, steve meets eddie's ex, jealousy kink maybe?, possessive steve, semi-public sex, intercrural sex, steve pov)

Santa Buddy (8551 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, christmas fic, karaoke as foreplay, feminization,outdoor sex, the hol special: spit kink walls and alleyways, steve pov)

If You're Gonna Break My Heart (Smash it to Pieces) (81147 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, big bang fic, friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, eddie&wayne father-son-ism, mostly bottom eddie, soft dom mostly top steve, eddie pov)

Mr. Harrington, You're Trying to Seduce Me (7730 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, girlfriend's dad, older steve, college age eddie, oral sex, cheating, hot mess eddie munson, dilf steve, eddie pov)

Left Hand Green (4667 words) (Explicit)

(oneshot, canon era, friends to lovers, twister as foreplay, frottage, clothed sex, cumming in pants, steve pov)

In Progress:

Layover (116486 words) (Explicit)

(flight attendant!steve, rockstar/model!eddie, lots and lots of sex, angst to come, dual pov, happy ending guaranteed) writing with the immensely talented @dreaminginpencil

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it’s that time of year again…

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going to be showing my boyfriend the lord of the rings trilogy for the first time soon and when i tell you i cannot wait for viggo mortensen to kick that damn helmet

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In the spirit of supporting and hyping up fellow Stranger Things creators, I want to shout out @3minsover.

Soda Burn was one of the first Steddie fics I read and what an introduction to fic it was. The way you write the boys is perfect in every story, but I especially loved them in Soda Burn. I think it's really what got me hooked on the Enemies to Lovers trope.

And I will forever maintain that Pro Patria Mori is one of my all time favorite fics. I still think about the shaving scene and just what a moment it was for the boys. And then the church scenes, the night time routine and finally the ending that will always have me in tears. It's truly a work of art and I am so thankful to have been able to read it.

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Yummy

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Steddie who keep missing each other. Who aren't in love at the same time. It's neither of their faults; they're just not quite in touch, in tune with each other.

Sure, Eddie had a stupid huge embarrassing crush on Steve throughout junior year, senior year and senior year 2.0. Sure, it was made so much worse when in Steve's first and only senior year, Eddie found himself sat in math class diagonally behind the fallen king. He'd watch the way his hair moved when he ran his hands through it in frustration. He'd see the shift of muscle under his shirt when he bent down to pick up a dropped pencil. And every time Steve would smile, flutter his lashes and pinch his eyebrows, say; "I'm sorry sir, I just don't know", Eddie would find himself shifting in his seat, nipping at the skin on the side of his finger, knee bouncing under the desk. They didn't really talk beyond 'hey's in the corridor, beyond 'did you do the homework?'s - to which Eddie would without fail stutter out an 'Uh- so, no. I meant to- Just, uh. No.' and Steve would without fail flash a soft smile, bump his shoulder into Eddie's and whisper 'Me neither.'

It got easier, after Steve graduated. Eddie still saw him around, still recognised his car in the lot when he was giving Robin Buckley from band a ride to school. But it wasn't so immediate, wasn't so raw. And after a while, the butterflies would fade. He'd be able to meet Steve's eye across the Family Video counter without feeling his mouth go dusty and his heart leap into his throat.

Steve hadn't realised his feelings for Eddie were anything more than friendly, until he graduated high school. Without the daily glances across the classroom, the moments he'd always take to make conversation, it felt emptier. It gave him time to think about the way his chest would tighten at Eddie's shy smile whenever they talked. Steve hadn't realised he might be allowed to feel something softer than 'dudely bro-ship'.

That is, until it fades so the only time Steve sees him is when he drops Robin off at school, or when he comes in to family video to rent Halloween again. Steve's heart prickles at the sight of him, but after a while, Eddie's visits drop off.

Steve tries to keep himself busy, grateful for some time without inter-dimensional battles or Russian agents trying to kill him. Thoughts of Eddie drift to the back of his mind, for almost six months. And then in the spring of '86, Steve finds himself thrown against the splintered wall of a nondescript boathouse on the outskirts of town. And it's Eddie Munson from Math that has a shaking, jagged bottle held up to his throat. It absolutely doesn't awaken things in him that he never knew he could want, absolutely not.

But regardless, he's staring half-terrified into the dark, watery brown eyes of Eddie Munson from Math, and all he wants is to reach out and smooth a palm over his cheek. He wants to curl his hand around those trembling fingers and tell him it's all gonna be okay. Of course, it isn't. Steve doesn't get much of a chance to talk to Eddie over the next week, what with some vampire soul-sucker guy terrorizing the town, and Max getting possessed and the whole thing going entirely to shit. But he finds himself drawn inexplicably into Eddie's space, splits off with Eddie and has the girls pair up and then Eddie calls him 'big boy'. And his entire world stops spinning for a moment. For just a second, it's just the two of them, and Eddie's face is so close to his, his smile so wild and beautiful.

The whole world stops, before it rockets back into thrilling, terrifying motion.

In the fear and the panic of the final Vecna showdown, Steve has to thrust his feelings back down deep. He can't let shit like a crush get in the way when the lives of the people he loves most are at stake.

It all happens so fast, and before he knows it, Max is in a coma, Eddie's been torn up to within an inch of his life, there's no certainty that Vecna's even gone, and he doesn't know what to do.

For days, Steve sits by Eddie's bedside when he can - when he's not with Max - only sleeps when he does. He silently begs for Eddie to be alright, feels guilty for every thought he has that isn't about Max. He begins to resent how desperately he pines for the moments when Eddie's awake, and after a week, once it's clear that Eddie's going to recover, Steve doesn't visit him anymore.

With all the feelings that are getting jumbled amongst the multitude of all the other horrible nasty fragile things that are writhing around inside, Steve forces himself to shove any thoughts of Eddie down, to get over him. And before he realises, it's been weeks. He's still worried for Eddie, of course he is. The guy almost died in Henderson's arms. But now the world's not actively ending, now he has a moment to breathe, he wonders whether the sparking, shimmering thing that had his mouth going dusty and his heart leaping into his throat was the same thing that had him saying all that shit to Nancy in the upside down.

He can't trust that it's not just a trauma response.

After Eddie recovers, slowly and with more help than he'd ever admit he needed, he sees Steve again. But he's distant. Friendly, but impersonal. An acquaintance. Things are as they were before. It hurts, but he knows all too well that any of the flirtation, the playful teasing and longing looks can only be chalked up to the fear of the end of the world.

It's a couple months before Steve tells Eddie he's going to college out of state. He's leaving in a week. And everything that had been laying dormant for so long comes bubbling up to the surface.

"Shit, I wish you'd given me a little more notice, Harrington," Eddie says, trying desperately to keep the heartbreak out of his voice.

"I'm sorry man, I just. It all happened pretty fast and like if I didn't do it now, it wasn't gonna happen, yknow?" Steve shrugs awkwardly, runs a hand through his hair.

If I didn't do it now, it wasn't gonna happen.

"It's gonna be a damn sight harder to like you this much when you're that far away," Eddie's mouth says before his mind can catch up.

"I like you too, man, but hey, I'll be home for Christmas. You can catch me up on everything I miss, huh?" Steve bumps Eddie's shoulder, just as he used to when they were leaning against the lockers back at school.

"No, Steve. I- You're, I mean. I like you. In a- Like I have, I totally have feelings for you, dude," Eddie forces out, watching his sneaker as he kicks at the ground.

"Eddie..." Steve says softly, and it just breaks Eddie's heart even more. Because that's a let-him-down-gently 'Eddie'.

"No, no it's- Don't sweat it man, just sorta had to tell you before you- Anyway. Have fun at college. I'll- I'll be here when you come home."

"Eddie, wait. I'm sorry. I just..." Steve begins, looks so pained, reaches to take hold of Eddie's shoulder. He avoids it, ducks out the way. And then Eddie leaves, before Steve can try to do something awful like making him feel better or tell him it's okay.

Eddie doesn't see Steve again before he goes to college. Hears from Henderson over the next few months how he's getting on, all the babes he's dating, the assignments he's trying to actually do before the deadline, and Eddie forces himself to smile, crack a joke, whatever.

Slowly, he extricates himself from conversations about Steve. Doesn't want to hear it, but can't tell anyone why. So he finds excuses; he has to take a leak, just remembered he promised Wayne he'd pick up groceries, got band practice, whatever he can come up with. He doesn't even hear Steve's name, tries desperately not to think about him (and fails), until December.

Until the evening of December 24th, when there's knock at the trailer door. With Wayne already asleep, Eddie drags himself from the couch to pull the front door open.

Eddie's met with a coat-wrapped, scarf-muffled, bobble-hatted Steve Harrington standing on his doorstep. He’s rocking back and forth on his toes, arms crossed tight around his chest, hands tucked under his arms. His cheeks are pink, the tip of his nose pinker still, nibbled by the cold. He’s just as beautiful as the last time Eddie saw him, and it jerks his heart into frantic motion against his ribs.

He’d thought he was over Steve, that seeing him again would be just like what it is; welcoming home an old friend. Except all Eddie wants to do is take hold of Steve’s frostbitten cheeks, pull his face towards him and kiss him like it’ll erase all the months of pining that had gone before.

Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he just balks, says "Steve? What are you-?"

"I had to see you. I’m sorry if this is like inappropriate or if you don’t wanna see me- Dustin said you seemed like, mad at me or something. And honestly I can’t blame you, really. I shouldn’t have- it’s not that I didn’t, that I wasn’t. What I’m trying to say, Eddie, is that I know it’s too late. I know I missed my shot. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you for the last four months."

"Steve-"

"I know I have no right to do this to you. But it was killing me, man. Because I think I might have- I think I might be-"

"Me too," Eddie interrupts. His mind’s whirring and tumbling, trying to gather up the pieces of Steve’s fragmented confession. Steve’s jaw hangs open just a little, paused halfway through a word. "I thought it’d gone away. Thought I’d gotten over Steve Harrington," Eddie continues with a sardonic little shimmy of his hands, "but uh, seems you’re a little harder to shake than I thought."

"D'you, d'you want to shake me? Off, I mean," Steve asks, dipping his chin and looking up through thick lashes, a shy, self-conscious suggestion of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"No. no I don’t."

"Oh thank god. 'Cause I don’t know if I’d survive that," Steve exhales, his small smile spreading into a grin. He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet again, and Eddie finds himself pulled into Steve’s orbit. It doesn’t matter that he’s just in his socks and the doorstep is damp with cold. Eddie crosses the threshold and curls his fingers gently around the lapels of Steve’s coat. Eddie’s struggling to breathe, little puffs bursting forth from his lips and clashing in the air, mixing with Steve’s own.

"Can I-?" Eddie asks, doesn’t dare say the word aloud in case Steve’s not on the same page; gives himself an out if Steve’s not where Eddie’s at. Where he’s always been at, really. It just wasn’t quite at the right time.

"Yes. Please," Steve breathes, sweet frosty breath swirling gray-white around in the thin, chilly air between their faces. Slowly, giving Steve plenty of time to back away, change his mind, Eddie draws Steve towards him, tips his chin until their noses brush. the very peaks of their lips touch, and Steve’s breath hitches at the contact. It’s the prettiest sound Eddie’s ever heard. Eddie sips in a breath, hardly daring to move, and lets Steve nudge their mouths together.

Finally.

Their lips press softly together, and Eddie feels Steve’s hands come to grip at the sides of his sweater, bunching it at his waist. He pulls Eddie towards him, moans softly, just the tiniest hint of voice slipping out and into Eddie’s mouth. A new prettiest sound.

Suddenly aware of their very public, very chilly location, Eddie stumbles backwards, pulls Steve inside with him. Steve follows enthusiastically, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel, lips never leaving Eddie’s for even a moment. They’re entirely wrapped up in each other, even as Eddie frantically unwraps Steve’s cold-proof clothing, lost completely in the feeling of their bodies pressing together.

They took their time, to get here. But now that they are, here is where they’ll stay. It won’t be easy, being apart for long stretches while Steve’s away at college, but now they’ll have a little something of each other’s to keep hold of until they’re together again.

They’ll have the promises they made each other that night, the words whispered against skin, the kisses pressed and breath shared. They’ll have the silent, precious exchange of one heart for another. And that will see them through.

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hello!

i’m reading layover and i’m LOVING IT but i got to chapter 7 and the images (im assuming they’re text/chat screenshots or something) won’t load and ive spent the entire day trying to fix it myself so i didn’t bother you, ive tried on multiple devices and multiple browsers and it doesn’t seem to matter, they just won’t load :(((

so i was wondering if maybe you could post them here so that i could reference alongside as i read?

sorry for all the hassle!! i really am enjoying the fic so much you guys write so well.

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hihihi no worries at all! i have just fixed the images so they should load now! let me know if you still can't see them!

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Hi! I’ve been reading Layover over the last few days and it’s so amazing, I can’t get enough of it! The characterization has so much depth, the writing is beautiful and immersive, and it’s also just like, so hot lol. But the embedded images in chapter seven of what I assume are text messages are broken for some reason for me, and I’m desperate to not miss any elements! Any way you could post here or fix otherwise? Thanks!

hi hello thank you for your message! i have finally gotten around to sorting it out! here's the updated link which should all be in working order!

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Astarion doesn’t have the best hair in camp anymore…

Wacky crossover, my beloved, presenting: Steve the Paladin

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I hope something unexpectedly good happens to you this week.

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wiggly static pride wallpapers

lesbian | gay

bi | trans

rainbow | pan

ace | aro

nonbinary | queer

please reblog if you save any! <3

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Happy two years to homoerotic wall slammings with a broken bottle and cute finger-waves and obsessively needing to smoke when seeing a naked hairy chest and tossing clothes at each other and deep conversations after nearly dying and telling a guy that he's metal and badass and good and being jealous and awkwardly trying to set him up with his ex-girlfriend and giddily gripping each other's shoulders talking across dimensions to a joint adoptive son who needs to get his ego in check

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steve harrington is so orpheus-coded to me, forced to relive the same tragedy over and over, doomed to hope for a happier ending that's never fulfilled

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here for a good time not a long time 💜🧡

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My, my. Those eyes are like fire indeed😌🔥

Commission for @ataliagold for this new and Gorgeous fic❤ go and read it!🔥

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"Do you trust me?"

See full art and story here