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Get ready to turn back the clock to the aughts with us & join Steddie in BigBoy Magazine: coming to you Summer 2024!

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(and, yes, there will be merch as well hehehehe)

This will be a 2000’s themed Steddie zine with both SFW/N*FW content. Listed below are the rules & guidelines!

Mods: @its-steddie-time & @infinite-orangepeel

Carrd with more links to follow/interact with

Round 1 is officially closed!

We are currently working on Round 2 (closing April 2) in which we will make our final decisions for which artists & writers will be featured in the zine :) we are so excited to see what y’all create!

Please feel free to submit any additional questions you may have via the retrospring or submit an ask (anon or not, either is fine) to this account!

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Steddie Mummy AU anyone?? Steddie Mummy AU???

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@1lostsoul0fishbowl A commission of Corroded Coffin!!! Thank you so much for commissioning me 🫶🫶

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New Steddie event 📢

Join us for Sub Eddie Week!

• More Details Below

Here’s a list of *optional* prompts:

• Sign up sheet (no commitment required just an interest check)

POSTING:

• Post using #SubEddieWeek or @SubEddieWeek on Twitter or Tumblr and post Ao3 fics to the SubEddieWeek Collection!

• If you are posting your fic on Ao3, please include the “Sub Eddie Munson” tag so the tag can grow

• No minimum word count

• Late submissions are allowed

• Please tag any necessary warnings (ex. dubious consent, major character death)

• This is not a secret exchange so feel free to post about your wips for this event! Also feel free to use this event to finish up any previous sub Eddie wips you’ve already started so we can cheer you on!

• Submit any questions in dms, the Tumblr ask box here @ us here on Twitter @SubEddieWeek

• Ao3 Collection Here

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All these two lovesick homosexuals did was go for a walk in a monster-infested forest for 5 minutes, share clothes and one very wrong hetero-dating advice for my brain to stop functioning for 14 months and still counting.

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Blue masquerade, strangers look on

When will they learn this loneliness?

Temptation heat beats like a drum

Deep in your veins, I will not lie -Cry little Sister.

On insta I said I was going to do a special picture for Friday the 13th as it's also my birthday. And everyone seemed to agree it was to be Lost Boys or Steddie. So here's Lost Boys Steddie. Steve thinks it's just an innocent beach date and he’s embarrassed by his ketchup accident. And Eddie is trying so hard not to reveal his not so innocent vampire tendencies. Or you could say I just wanted to draw cute guys in leather 😁

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hi everyone!!! i’m planning a special birthday surprise for maya (@its-steddie-time) that involves all of you wonderful steddie people 🩷

their birthday is coming up on november 18th & i could really use your help completing this super top secret surprise of mine :)

if you’d like more information about how you can participate or contribute, please dm me on here or follow the twitter account @marissasayshhh

THANKS FRIENDS 🥰

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JOE KEERY for WWD (2023)

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Hello!! I just recently started seeing your fics pop up on my dash and I'd love to be tagged when you post!! They're so original and I love to read them! Thank you!

Omg that’s so kind of you!!! 🥹 Yes, of course you can be added to my taglist.

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Steve talks in his sleep.

After Vecna, him and Eddie start sharing a bed and Eddie tries to ignore it but Steve’s all “Eddie please” & “don’t stop” and a mess of other slurred out words and whiny sentences. It’s driving Eddie nuts because they’re just friends right?

So Eddie decides to have some fun with it—he starts quoting Steve, dropping things into their day to day conversation just to watch him blush. It’s cute watching the gears turn in Steve’s head as he tries to figure out how Eddie could possibly know the things he’s saying.

Steve decides that Eddie must be a mind reader. How the fuck else does Eddie know the things he only lets himself admit inside his head?

It takes months before Steve realizes. He’s talking to Robin and she says something about how Steve is the worst sleep-talker she’s ever met. All at once it hits Steve—Eddie has been listening to every sleepy secret word coming out of his mouth.

That night, he decides to have some fun of his own. He pretends to be asleep, mumbling a soft “Want you, Ed”—but he doesn’t expect Eddie’s sharp intake of breath. He doesn’t expect Eddie to whisper back to him, “Want you too, Stevie.”

And he really doesn’t expect the sudden urge he has to kiss Eddie, to moan into his mouth, to say all of the things he says under cover of night—out loud, for real. He doesn’t expect to like this. To like the fact that Eddie has been there, listening to him. Squirming next to him no doubt.

He wonders if he’s ever made Eddie hard. He wonders if Eddie has ever had to get out of bed and go jerk off in the shower. He hopes he has. Steve falls asleep to that thought.

In the morning, he turns to stare at a still sleeping Eddie beside him. Eddie looks soft and peaceful. He looks blissfully unaware of what Steve now knows. Steve can’t wait to make things very, very clear—can’t wait to stare into Eddie’s eyes. Tell him how gone he is for him. This is about to be the most fun either of them have had in months, and Steve decides to make that his goal—no, it’s a goddamn promise.

He stretches out in bed and grins as he notices Eddie starting to wake up—bring it on, Munson.

taglist for future threads (please feel free to message me or comment if you’d like to be added or removed): @littlewildflowerkitten @goodolefashionedloverboi @currently-steddiebrainrot @oaklikethetrees @finalmoondragon @stonersteddie8666 @irregular-child @infinite-orangepeel @justforthedead89 @starry-eyedlune @meccaminayah @anaibis @gothwifehotchner @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @mx-jinxous @freyaforestafay @shotgunhallelujah @subversivecynic @daisyellsong @presidentmaria @l0st-strawberry @swimmingbirdrunningrock @geekymagicalpotato @ilovebookshowboutyou @hellfireone @i-less-than-three-you @munsonslure @ifyoudonlysurrender @here4thetrama

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smoochie mwah mwah

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They’re in love 🥺

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JOE KEERY 2022, ph. by Guido Gazzilli

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For as long as he can remember, Steve Harrington’s head has been a confusing place to be.

His mind is a cacophony of sound—voices, bubble wrap, TV static, chairs scraping against wooden floors, a metronome, shattering glass, heartbeats—loudness.

He tries to drown it out with music, joins the swim team so he can put his head under water and let it flood him, drives his car too fast on warm nights with the windows down, gives kisses that ground him in the softness of someone’s lips.

When those things don’t help, he tries intoxication—beers downed much too quickly, shots that burn the back of his throat, cigarettes that fill his veins with the hum of nicotine, lines of coke off a mirror in the bathroom of a party—it’s not enough. He doesn’t know if anything ever will be.

But something shifts when he finds himself smashed against a wall with a broken bottle held to his neck by a deliriously panicked Eddie Munson.

And sure, he’s had a lot of head trauma already. And sure, he’s terrified and unsure of anything—but the way Eddie holds him still, the way he all but lifts him off the ground—it makes Steve’s mind go blank. Just for a moment, before the world and all its noises come crashing back. But not before he can see something in Eddie’s eyes, something like understanding. Something that makes him pay attention to the way Eddie talks, the way he moves.

He understands enough to know that when Eddie talks to him about Ozzy and Nancy and being metal, it’s something more. They walk side by side, hands brushing together in a way that could be accidental but both of them know it isn’t.

Later, when Steve helps Dustin drag Eddie’s body out of the upside down, his head goes haywire. Seeing Eddie like that is like a gunshot. It’s water trying to fit down a clogged drain, a record scratching.

Eddie’s alive—a fact that repeats itself over and over and over and over again in Steve’s head until it’s all he can hear.

When Eddie’s awake again in the hospital, Steve kisses him for the first time—full of feeling and dirt and Eddie’s blood on his lips, and it’s like the click of a lighter, it’s water bubbling on a stove, it’s a shell held up to his ear to hear the ocean sounds.

They start dating and it feels as natural a progression as anything. Eddie is careful. He's careful with Steve. Hesitant hands and soft kisses.

Steve is nervous to ask for what he really wants, the things he imagines but never says out loud—dark corners and sweaty skin and Eddie’s hands around his neck. Eddie’s thumb and forefinger pushing into the yielding flesh under his jaw, cutting off his air supply. Steve used to think choking during sex meant two hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing—but he made it his business to learn the proper way.

He wonders if Eddie knows how, if Eddie would ever dare to do something like that with him. For all the softness Eddie shows him, there’s a shadowy version of him too—one that grins during gory movie scenes, one that turns the shower water to scalding, one that enjoys eating full slices of lemon, one with calluses on his fingers from hours spent practicing guitar—dents from pushing hard into the strings, day after day even when it hurt.

So Steve decides to try.

They’re in Steve’s bed, making out in the fading light coming in from the window. Steve climbs onto Eddie, licking into his mouth with practiced purpose. Eddie tastes so good, and Steve moans when he feels Eddie’s hands on his hips, swallows Eddie’s soft whine when Steve grinds down on him.

Eddie flips them over, kissing Steve’s scars as he makes his way up Steve’s body to his lips. They kiss hungrily, with a slow building heat that burns in both of their bodies. Eddie breaks the kiss and Steve takes his chance—grabbing hold of one of Eddie’s hands and placing it gently over his throat. Eddie stares down at him, not removing his hand but he looks unsure of himself.

Steve whispers, “Ed, can we talk about something?”

Eddie smiles, letting his hand linger for a moment before rolling off of Steve. They sit on the bed cross-legged, facing each other. Eddie scrapes the sweaty hair off his neck, tying it up in a bun.

He speaks slowly, a cheeky smile on his face, “So. What was that about Stevie? Wanna tell me what’s goin on in that pretty head of yours?”

Steve sighs, running a hand through his own messy hair.

“I don’t know…” he starts—but Eddie stops him with a gentle but firm, “Yes you do. Take a deep breath for me, and tell me something, big boy.”

Steve obeys, waiting for his heartbeat to regulate before he tries to speak again, “You know how I always tell you about the noise in my head? The loudness?”

Eddie nods, but doesn’t say anything. Just waits patiently for Steve to get to his point.

“My whole life I’ve tried to find a way to turn down the volume, something that makes it all stop, even for just a little while,” Steve’s voice is shaky, but Eddie just smiles at him encouragingly.

“I want you to—I mean I’d like it if you—" he stutters, trying to muster his last bit of courage, “I want you to choke me, Eddie. I want you to choke me til my mind goes blank, til I black out. I know how that sounds, but I trust you and I—"

Eddie leans forward, cutting Steve off with a kiss.

He pulls back and says, “I want that too. I keep thinking about how pretty you’d be, looking into your eyes while the noise slips away. I want to do that for you.”

They don’t do it right away, it wouldn’t make sense. Neither of them has done this with anyone else, and Eddie wants to get it right. Steve shows him how, hand over Eddie’s hand while Eddie digs his fingers into Steve’s neck. They do other things too.

Steve gives Eddie head every chance he gets, loving the way it feels and especially Eddie’s hands in his hair while he sucks him off. They kiss in the shower, wet bodies pressed together. Eddie leaves hickeys on his collarbone, his inner thighs, his stomach.

Steve learns that Eddie loves it when Steve says his name, loves making Steve lose it from all his teasing, loves making eye contact while they fuck, loves Steve. Neither of them has said the words yet but it’s only a matter of time now.

When Eddie finally feels confident enough to try really choking him, it’s unlike anything Steve has ever experienced.

He can feel the lack of air in his body, all noise disappearing from his head, the silence is full and all consuming. He can barely feel Eddie’s fingers anymore, Eddie’s face blurs above him, his hands go numb and tingling, the bed underneath him feels like sinking into jelly, and his ears are ringing—his vision goes spotty and it’s like all the times he’s rubbed at his eyes a little too hard—strange particles swimming in the air that he sees through heavy eyelids.

He feels himself slip, the room tilting on its axis, suddenly feeling the turn of the earth. When he comes back into focus, Eddie’s hand is no longer around his neck. He leans in to kiss Steve softly, and Steve feels himself cling to Eddie like a life preserver. Eddie helps him sit up slowly, holding a glass of water to Steve’s mouth and gently telling him to drink.

The water feels amazing hitting Steve’s dry lips and traveling cool down his throat. His eyelids still feel heavy and all he wants is to close them fully. After Eddie is satisfied by his water drinking, he holds Steve close. Steve falls asleep with his head on Eddie’s chest, taking comfort in the rise and fall, the solid beat of Eddie’s heart. It sounds like waves lapping against a dock, like the flipping of book pages, like the pop and fizz of a soda can being opened, like hummingbird wings.

Over time, Steve learns that there are many different kinds of noise—dissonance yes, but music as well, feathery silky sounds, swirling words, even silence itself—and there’s Eddie.

Eddie, who somehow comes to him with lively chatter and quick words, dripping with passion—only to just as easily make it all go away. Eddie sounds like rain on roof shingles, music echoing off the walls, like pop rocks crackling, a thunder clap, bowling pins toppling to the floor, a roaring crowd at a concert, a deep sigh of relief—and Steve finds himself totally in love with those sounds.

The sounds of Eddie Munson.

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JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON “the spy” 2.06 • stranger things

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