#Steddie concept

[ifyoulikeitornot-xox]

Head canon.

Eddie gets caught, by Steve, dancing absolutely wildly to Lovesong by The Cure one day at his trailer. Wayne just so happens to have the day shift today instead of his usual nights shift. Gay bullying in sues-

Crying.

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah! Pls more steddie and reader😂 I loved the one you just posted ❤️🥹

Hiii lovey!! So happy you like it!! Truly this has taken over my whole brain and I’m not mad about it! So enjoy!!💖

-Friendly reminder this is Steddie x pregnant reader and the baby is a boy(don’t even come into my inbox asking for a name because I don’t have one at this moment in time…open to suggestions lol)✨

*Eddie is in charge of making sure you’re okay while Steve’s at work and naturally it’s when shit hits the fan*

“Uhh what the fuck are you doing here?” “Is that how you greet all the customers Harrington?” “Just the ones that should be home with our very pregnant partner who…is she in the van? Why is she in the van Eddie?” “Yeah so…uhm we need to go.” “We need to go? Who’s we?” “You and I…and her we need to go it’s like…time? She’s been having these painful like cramp things for a while and yeah…I think it’s happening.” “Holy shit like she’s having the baby? Why are you just standing there? We need to go.” “She wanted me to ask if you could grab some red vines…a snack for the road.” “She’s in labor and wants red vines? Really?” “She likes what she likes Steve…but can we hurry this up?” “Oh now you’re in a fucking hurry?” “I mean she is in labor so like…we do need to get a move on.” “How the fuck are you so…relaxed? How are you not wanting to throw up right now? We are about the be dads Eddie!” “I’m just trying to be the voice of reason okay? We can’t all freak the fuck out and going off of how you’re acting right now…you’re going to do enough freaking out for the two of us.” “Okay I got the red vines let’s go.” “Uhh what about the store?” “Fuck family video I’m about to be a dad.” “That’s one way to get employee of the year.”

“You…smell weird.” “Damn baby I know he doesn’t shower that often but no need to be so mean to him.” “Fuck off Steve I shower every day…but what do you mean I smell weird?” “It’s just different? I don’t know…it’s not bad just not what I’m used to.” “Ohhh I read that your sense of smell gets heightened during pregnancy so maybe you don’t like his aftershave or something?” “Reading the pregnancy books are we Steve? You’re such a suck up dude.” “It’s called being prepared Munson…wouldn’t kill you to read one yourself.” “Eddie and I read the what to expect when you’re expecting…” “I’m the suck up? You literally read one with her so…yeah fuck off.” “Language! There’s a baby in the room.” “Does he have ears yet?” “Yes he has ears Eddie and he’s tired of hearing his dads argue.” “Sorry sweetheart…we’ll do better…won’t we Eddie?” “Yes we will do better… as long as Steve stops being an ass.” “You’re so damn annoying Munson.” “Don’t make me get a swear jar…” “sorry baby.”

“That doesn’t look right.” “How would you know what an infant seat is supposed to look like Harrington?” “I know it’s not supposed to be leaning over like that…” “it’s just…a little crooked but it’s…fine…see? Perfect.” “She’s going to agree with me you know that right?” “Yeah…I know…but she asked us to install it so just…I don’t fucking know try to help me instead of standing there all huffy with your hands on your hips?” “I’m not huffy I’m just observing.” “Steve…” “fine fine let me see…oh wow you’re such an idiot you have it in here backwards.” “The base? I do not.” “Yeah you do…here it goes like…this…now this just clicks…into that and…there we go.” “Does it feel secure? He’s not gonna like tumble out of it or anything?” “Feel for yourself but no…he’s not gonna fall out.” “Nice job Harrington.” “Thanks…you think driving with an infant in the backseat is gonna make us turn into those crazy slow and anxious drivers?” “Oh totally…we are gonna be those dads that honk and flip people the bird if they get too close to our car.” “Is that installed right? It looks like it’s leaning?” “Harrington did it.” “Thanks Eddie…”

“But I get so bored laying in bed all day.” “I know baby but that’s what the doctor ordered and just think it’s only for a few more weeks.” “What’s wrong? What did Steve do to you Princess? Need me to kick his ass?” “He’s making me stay in bed…all day…” “what the hell Harrington? You know she gets restless.” “I’m not making her! The doctor said bed rest till the baby is here so that’s what I’m doing…making her rest…in the bed.” “You don’t even have anything for her to read…or her doodle sketch pad? What the hell you have it on the educational channel…Steve come on dude no wonder she’s on the verge of tears.” “I thought she was supposed to like sleep? You know she falls asleep to the reading rainbow faster than anything.” “It’s called bed rest because she supposed to just stay in bed not because she’s supposed to sleep till the baby is born…god you’re so lucky you’re nice to look at Harrington.” “Thanks?…” “He’s torturing me Eddie please let me leave the bed I just wanna take a walk around the neighborhood.” “Sorry princess…but don’t worry I’ll get you some stuff to keep you entertained…maybe after dinner we can cuddle and watch a movie? How does that sound?” “Am I invited to this movie and cuddle party?” “That’s up to her…” “yes…you can come to our cuddle and movie party Steve.”

[eiddets]

eddie’s immortal.

figured that shit out way back a couple centuries ago, when he hit 25 and just…never aged after that.

he’s met people—fallen in love with them, watched them die from old age or freak accidents—but always from a distance.

he never lets himself get too close.

that is, until, he meets steve in the 1980s.

he meets him in a bar in indy in 1989, thirty minutes before the start of the new decade. he’s tipsy, alone, and friendly. they share a new year’s kiss, and spend the next ten years loving each other.

steve grows suspicious, wonders why eddie barely has changed from the day he met him, and eddie panics, knew this day would come—it always does.

so he does what he always does.

he runs.

moves on with his life, vows to never fall in love with another person. years later, crossing the street with his granddaughter, cane in hand. he watches him from afar, watches the way he adjusts his glasses and hearing aid, watches the way steve runs a hand through grey hair.

one time, he gets too close.

doesn’t watch where he’s going, bumps into him accidentally and profusely apologizes.

steve waves him off, the way an old man would, before his eyes meet eddie’s own. a hint of recognition flickers through his eyes, and he asks eddie if he knows him, to which eddie replies that he doesn’t.

“you look like someone i used to know,” steve says kindly, and eddie gives him a light-lipped smile, heart aching in his chest.

“yeah,” eddie says. “i get that a lot.”

the flicker of recognition is gone in steve’s eyes, and he gives him a smile, before walking away.

the next time eddie’s sees steve, is from behind a tree, hidden in plain view at his funeral.

and if someone says they recognize him from one of the old photos back at the funeral home, he shrugs and laughs, says he has “one of those faces,” again.

and it hurts everytime.

tags: @infinite-orangepeel @riality-check @steddiefr @steddie-steddie

[munson-memories]

Steddie but an au where gay marriage was recognized in the 80s but only in a las vegas wedding.

they elope/marry without realizing its legal or they do know and they rush out to get married when they there.

Maybe they hear while theyre on holiday or invite everyone as a trip and surprise them.

[xenon-demon]

Hey, so we all know the Steddie plotline where they date and then have conflict/possibly even break up because Eddie's convinced that he's not what Steve really wants, right? Steve is really vocal about his dream of a big, loving family and a happily ever after, and Eddie is painfully aware that they're Two Dudes in a Homosexual Relationship and that's not really conducive to the stereotypical white-picket-fence American Dream™. This is definitely not Eddie trying to find a Logical Reason to justify his intrinsic fear that he's unlovable/too much for Steve and Steve is going to leave him as soon as he realizes that.

So imagine Eddie starts pulling away from Steve, as a preemptive measure for the breakup he believes is inevitable, and when Steve confronts him about it they have this big messy argument that turns into a breakup (very much a "Eddie manifesting his own worst fear" type of thing). They go their separate ways and lose contact for a prolonged period.

You're imagining it? You're there with me? Okay fantastic now go listen to this song while you think about it. For bonus points, imagine this is a celebrity/musician!Steve AU where Steve writes and releases this song after several years of no-contact with Eddie, and this (namely the evidence that Steve is Still Thinking about their relationship) is what triggers the chain of events that results in them getting back together.

[buckleymess]

Sunday hangout!

Working on my WIPs sounds intimidating now but I am in the mood to write some shorter stuff such as blurbs and concepts.

Hit me up with songs or song lyrics that you would like me to use as an inspiration for whichever character or ship you’d like!

[momotonescreaming]

More fics where Steve seduces the hell out of Eddie with his vanilla, missionary sex. He holds Eddie's hand, and looks into his eyes, and says its better face to face because he likes being able to kiss him.

And Eddie is swept off his fucking feet. This, here, with Steve? It's everything.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

eddie giving steve one of his rings as a gift and it's the one that steve would always fiddle with when they cuddle but eddie hasn't seen it anywhere since he gave it to steve

then for some reason, any reason, steve takes his top off and there it is, hanging on a chain around his neck

eddie goes feral

[4nemo1egend]

Eddie writing his dirtiest and sluttiest songs all inspired by Steve and their relationship. And listen, the Corroded Coffin boys are well aware that he's in a relationship. He's glowing, all heart eyes, talking about his sweetheart and how amazing he is. And they're happy for him but they're also getting worried bc they never met the mystery guy so they're starting to think that it's either not as good as Eddie says or...he doesn't exist at all. And look! Look. They dont want to be those types of people but there's only so many of "he wouldn't feel well during our shows" and of "he works and studies a lot" that they can take before they start to grow more doubtful.

It all changes when Eddie tells them that his boyfriend was going to drop by and bring him his guitar that he had left at the apartment on accident. They get excited. Each of them had expectations based on the lyrics. A punk guy. Maybe goth. Definitely metal. Shaved head. Tattoos. Piercings. Combat boots.

They never expected Steve in all his pastel sweatered, soft haired, freckled glory when he stepped out of the car and handed Eddie his guitar with a charming smile and a kiss on his lips. "Here you go, your highness."

"Thank you sweetheart," Eddie chuckled with fucking blush on his face.

Oh, they were never ready.

[loveinhawkins]

The problem is that a part of Steve knows the spider isn’t real.

But it’s the suggestion of it, right? Cobwebs in his hair, movement just out the corner of his eye; it’s all enough to convince him that there’s something crawling on his skin, to let out a panicked whisper to Nancy, there was a spider. It’s a black widow.

He tries to disregard it as a one-off. It’s an old creepy house. Just got him spooked for a bit, that’s all.

But then… diving into Lover’s Lake. Bats biting into his flesh. Overwhelming dizziness.

Nancy wrapping torn strips of clothing tight around—there’s something crawling, crawling underneath his skin, no, there isn’t, no, there—a bike ride through The Upside Down; one hacking cough, pushing through it, pushing through it—

Swallows it all down. Ignores the sweat, the tackiness around his bandage. Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Doesn’t know how he’s even moving, is just grateful—grateful that his mind on autopilot seems to still function.

The War Zone. In and out. Parked. Sun in his eyes. Kids outside.

The feeling comes back. Something. Something under his skin. (In his blood, in all of him—)

“S’there something in my hair?” he asks Eddie, who’s mid-step out of the RV.

Eddie turns back with an air of amusement. “Nope,” he says. “Looks perfectly coiffed to me, man.”

“Can you—can you just check?”

Look closer, something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

“Uh, sure,” Eddie says, bemused. He sits next to Steve and tilts his head before lifting a hand uncertainly. “You want me to, uh?”

“Yeah, thanks. Just… there was a spider on me.”

It’s not what Steve wants to say at all, but there’s a sudden, terrifying disconnect between the thoughts in his head and what actually comes out of his mouth.

“Oh, you don’t like them, huh?”

Eddie’s not even teasing, just sounds understanding; he lifts up a few sections of hair carefully, taking his time. He’s so kind. Steve abruptly wants to cry.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” Eddie continues. “I have the same thing with mice. The way they move. Creepy little feet.” He shudders dramatically.

Steve wants to laugh at that. Can’t.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair a couple more times, gentle.

You don’t have to, Steve thinks. Make it hurt. Get it out. Did you find it? Please say you found it.

“Good news, you’re officially spider-free, Harrington.”

Eddie claps him on the shoulder, stands up.

Steve doesn’t move.

Eddie pauses again, halfway out the door. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Just need some air.”

He goes through the motions of prepping for the fight. Chats with Robin. She talks about a terrible, gnawing feeling, and he wants to scream yes, I know, I know, but he can’t tell her, why can’t he tell her?

Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Forest Hills.

He brakes with no warning, sends bottles of alcohol rolling across the floor. He’s mad suddenly that they didn’t smash. He’s so—

Slip away.

Eddie’s trailer. Lets himself in.

Bathroom.

The wound on his stomach pulses. He doubles over the toilet. Throws up.

His skin is crawling.

There, in the back of his mind, a creeping coldness. A thought that is not his own.

I will kill them all. And I will make you watch.

Oh, God. Oh, God, he’s been so stupid.

-

Eddie finds him first.

He picks up one fallen bottle of alcohol before a gut feeling pulls him out of the RV—because Steve Harrington is a good driver, and he’d only brake like that if he had no choice.

“Steve?”

But Steve’s not waiting for them on the porch, he’s not even by the Gate.

Clattering; a strangled cry.

Eddie’s stomach lurches.

He runs towards the noise, opens the bathroom door and is instantly hit by the acrid smell of vomit.

“Steve! Jesus Christ.”

Steve’s pushed up against the cistern. There’s a damp patch all across his stomach, and his chest is heaving.

“Oh my God, Steve, what’s—”

Eddie reaches for him instinctively, and Steve flinches as if he’s been struck.

“No, don’t!”

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Eddie whispers, drawing his hand back; Steve’s skin is feverishly hot, slick with sweat. He looks around frantically for a cloth, turns on the cold water. “Gotta get you cooled—”

Something slams into him; he’s pinned against the sink, Steve’s hand clamped around his throat.

“No,” Steve repeats. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” Eddie manages. He chokes on a swallow. “S-Steve, you’re—you’re—”

His hand flails, trying to pry Steve’s fingers off.

Steve’s grip loosens ever so slightly. His eyes are wide, bloodshot. Pleading.

“Eddie,” he says through gritted teeth. “You need to hurt me.”

With the last of his strength, Eddie gets his knee up and jabs—it’s barely anything, but it works enough to break Steve’s hold.

Eddie staggers; his back slams against the door. He’s shaking.

Steve stares at him. He’s gripping onto the sink so tightly that Eddie thinks it’s a miracle that it doesn’t crack.

And then there’s a horrible, guttural noise like Steve’s started to choke too, like he’s at war with himself.

Barely audible, he says, “Get… get Nancy.”

Eddie runs.

He nearly falls into Nancy as he opens the front door. He’s breathless, can’t think of what to say, save from—

“Wheeler, he needs you.”

It happens in an instant: Nancy’s brow pinches, and then she goes very pale, and she’s shouting for Robin and Dustin to stay in the RV, like she can turn on a dime, launched into an unknown crisis.

She pushes past Eddie, and he follows her, back into the bathroom.

The cold water is still running.

Steve’s got his hands in the sink. He looks at Nancy desperately.

“S-stop me.”

Another choking sound is ripped from Steve’s throat; Eddie realises that it’s actually a dry sob.

“Nance,” Steve says. It’s half her name, half a pained whine. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I—I know everything.”

And then he’s suddenly launching towards them—it’s only the fact that he’s so completely freaked out that makes Eddie move in time, saves him from getting strangled again.

He grabs Steve’s wet hands, pins them behind his back and tries to hold him still.

“Jesus! Wheeler, what the fuck is going—”

“Do you have anything that can knock him out?” Nancy says.

“What?”

“Drugs, Eddie!”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way—oh my God, what are you—”

Crack.

Nancy’s grabbed the cistern lid, brought it down upon Steve’s head. Eddie looks at Steve lying eerily still on the floor in abject horror.

There’s blood in his hair.

Eddie feels sick.

But Nancy just watches, as if to confirm that Steve’s not moving. She looks Eddie in the eye.

“Come on. That’s only gonna work for so long.”

Eddie just follows her out, too shocked to even attempt speaking.

It’s chaotic at the RV; Dustin sees them coming, leaps out of the door as Robin yells at him.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Get back inside.”

“Nancy, where the hell is he?”

“We can talk inside.”

“Bullshit, I’m—”

“Dustin, he’s Flayed,” Nancy says, her voice breaking, and all the fight goes out of Dustin at once.

“No, that’s—he can’t—”

Eddie finally finds his voice. “Can someone tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?”

Nancy doesn’t speak, not until they’re in the RV, the door locked behind her.

“I think it’s the—the bites—”

Robin swears, a hand over her mouth.

“Flayed?” Eddie persists.

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin says numbly. “It’s what we—it’s a part of The Upside Down. It—it used Will to… to spy on…”

“And what, it’s—” Eddie swallows. “It’s inside him?”

“Like a virus. He’s part of the Hive Mind,” Nancy says.

Eddie’s knees feel weak.

“Fuck,” Dustin says. “He knows where we are, he’ll know—”

“It’s too late to change that,” Nancy says. “We just have to—at least someone needs to stay with him.”

“I will,” Robin says instantly, eyes blazing.

“Me too,” Dustin says.

Nancy glances at him, shakes her head—firm but apologetic. “You can join Erica.” And as Dustin opens his mouth, no doubt to argue, she adds, “I’m sorry, Dustin. It’s just—we might need to… to fight him.”

Dustin doesn’t reply, but looks so utterly devastated that Eddie wishes he’d insisted on diving first, that the bats had torn into him instead.

“Keep him warm,” Nancy tells Robin urgently. “And I don’t mean just—it’s got to be unbearable.”

Robin nods, ashen-faced.

Nancy catches Eddie’s eye. “The one thing that fucker can’t stand is heat.”

She paces up and down the RV, checking for stray bottles. Then she comes to a stop right in front of Robin.

“He—he might beg,” she whispers. “And it won’t—it’ll sound like him. Like he just wants the pain to stop.”

Robin’s eyes look glassy. “Nance, I don’t—don’t know if I can—”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie says.

He feels everyone’s eyes on him, but he just looks at Nancy, at the determined set to her jaw.

He doesn’t know when he made the decision, if he can even pinpoint a conscious moment of thought—but now that the words are out, he feels the vow he’s made, deep in his chest.

Nancy hands him a bottle and cloth.

A lighter.

She fixes Eddie with a piercing look. “It’s going to look like you’re killing him,” she says.

Eddie nods.

He turns, offers Robin his hand.

“C’mon, Buckley. Let’s get that bastard out of him.”

[ifyoulikeitornot-xox]

Eddie: stuck having to stare at this mfers lips and hope he get the hit to fuCKING KISS ME-

Steve: my tits are down here Munson

Eddie: what

Steve: what

[harrywavycurly]

Early morning thought: If you ran into Eddie and Steve at Family Video, Eddie leaning over the counter while Steve rings him up so he can rent Nightmare on Elm Street for the 728th time, you’d probably think they’re dating. Why? Because the bickering like Steve groaning as he says “this movie isn’t even good” while Eddie just ignores him and reaches over to straighten out his name tag while going “you get off at five right?” And you’d watch Steve just nod as he slides the movie across the counter so Eddie can grab it. You’d just smile and think how cute they are as you go browse the romance section.

[blushweddinggowns]

I can't stop thinking about Eddie having a massive bitch fetish for mean girl Steve, especially after they get together.

Like before, sure, he was just as much in King Steve's thrall as every other high school girl was, even if it was a secret he had planned on taking to the grave. Every time he'd hear him make a snappy comment to one of his friends or say something particularly cutting when he talked back to the teachers was enough to make Eddie flush.

But now that they're together it's even worse than high school Eddie could imagine. Because Steve Harrington is protective as fuck and when you mix that with being gay in small-town Indiana with a boyfriend whose the town pariah for murders he didn't commit, you get a lot of opportunities for bitchy Steve.

The check-out lady at the grocery store scoffs when she sees them holding hands? Steve's jumping in, "Wow Linda, guess you're not a champion for love huh? Is that why your husband left you last year?"

An ex-jock and current gas station attendant makes a comment about how Eddie should be in prison? "Weren't you the guy who shit his pants at Carol's party freshman year? Honestly, I feel like that's a worse social crime than anything my Eddie ever did."

An old teacher comments on how he's not "surprised" that Eddie never graduated when they run into him? "I guess that just goes to show how shitty of a teacher you were doesn't it? He passed his GED test on the first try, maybe you should just think of a different career option?"

He has an arsenal of embarrassing stories and tidbits for almost every person in Hawkins, courtesy of his near-daily gossip sessions with his mom. Even when they move in together, those don't stop, they just switch to weekly three-hour phone conversations. (The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?)

And Eddie loved how willing Steve was to stand up for him, he did, really. But every time Eddie had to bear witness to Steve tearing someone down for his benefit, it felt like he was losing his mind.

He'd flush, go bright pink, get weak in the knees, everything you would expect from a love-struck sixteen-year-old girl, not a twenty-one-year-old drug dealer. Half the time he had to drag Steve to the nearest unoccupied space just to kiss him, and the other half he was too busy trying to hide a humiliating hard-on.

Eddie keeps that specific obsession to himself, but he knows he doesn't have much time left before he figures it out. There are only so many impromptu make-out sessions mixed with snide comments before Steve puts two and two together.

And Eddie just knows that he will never let him live it down, which will only add fuel to the fire if he starts doing it on purpose to tease him. Steve already had him wrapped around his finger enough as is, he didn't need another thing to make him realize just how gone for him Eddie was.

No, this one was going to stay with him, a secret that he'd actually manage to take to his grave.

Or so he thought.

[steddielations]

Eddie should’ve never taken that loan. It was at the start of his career, he was young and desperate to make it in the industry. It was just to fund his demo tapes but he should’ve known better than to get entangled with the mob, it wouldn’t end there. Once his music took off, they wanted more and more.

Now he has a life, a husband, they’re talking about adopting and Eddie hates himself for keeping this from Steve. He rationalized it, didn’t want to drag Steve into his mess, thought he could keep quietly paying but they want too much now. Eddie’s career isn’t as active anymore, there’s no way Steve won’t notice, they’ll go bankrupt, revealing this secret that he shouldn’t have kept for so long.

He’s gotten a few ominous calls and an unfriendly visitor at the studio that made it clear, they want their money and they’re gonna get it. He has to tell Steve, it’s getting too dangerous. So now he’s sitting across the dinner table from his husband, over a meal so lovingly made for them, about to blow up their life.

“Sweetheart, there’s something—”

There’s a noise outside the window, could’ve just been the wind but there’s more noises, people… footsteps… Eddie grabs Steve, dragging him to the bedroom as he demands to know what’s going on. Eddie tells him everything, in a hushed voice crouching inside their closet with tears brimming, he tells him every lie that’s caught up to them, stained their marriage, apologizes for putting their lives in danger and Steve—

Steve is rifling through the closet, pushing aside clothes to reveal the wall. There’s a compartment behind a painting that Eddie’s never seen. He watches, speechless and shocked to his core as his husband, his kindergarten teacher husband who wears ironed polos and makes dinner every night in a ‘kiss the cook’ apron, takes several lethal looking weapons from the wall and starts loading them up, quick and efficient like a machine.

“Steve, what—”

“You’re not the only one with secrets, love,” he presses a firm, forgiving kiss to Eddie’s forehead and leads him out of the closet, weapon raised, “Now get behind me.”

[xenon-demon]

cruel and unusual to make me pick between when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au) and boathouse wall slam 2: roleplay boogaloo so i simply shan't please tell me about both.

[also don't worry i also didn't make my wip wednesday word count bc apparently grieving makes it hard to function. or something. (but also sometimes life just Happens. it's fandom, no one's paying us for this shit 💜)]

Read you're amazing and I appreciate you so much <3 You are more than welcome to ask me about as many things as you'd like!!

[also thank you very much for the kind words & reminder not to take fandom shit so seriously it becomes stressful itself 💙 I hope you're doing a bit better now (since it's been a hot second since you sent this ask), life really does just fucking suck sometimes, huh?]

Paging @sidekick-hero who also asked me about boathouse wall slam; seeing as both of you asked about the same two fics, I'll use this ask to talk about boathouse wall slam and the other one to talk about gravity!

boathouse wall slam 2: roleplay boogaloo

Okay first of all this DOES actually have a title - strange love (won’t you give it to me?) - but I love the placeholder meme title way too much to change the file name. There's also about 2.5k words written in this document, but many of those words are Horny and thus I do not feel comfortable sharing them lmao

Also my "can't shut the fuck up" disease struck again SO this is going under a cut (which is also probably not a bad thing considering I'm talking about sex lmao)

AS THE MEME TITLE IMPLIES this is about Steve having Many Thoughts about Eddie shoving him up against the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, to the point where he eventually caves and asks Eddie (his boyfriend of ~2 months, after about that much time again of fooling around together as friends) if he’d be willing to re-enact that moment with him. But this time they won’t have an audience. Because it's a sex roleplay. The surface level concept for this fic is just a smutty pwp revolving around re-enacting The Wall Slam™, because neither Steve nor the audience were being normal about that when it happened. The roleplay set-up was going to be something like Eddie just chilling and smoking out in the boathouse undisturbed (because Reefer Rick skipped town after Vecna was defeated, so the place is now unoccupied), Steve "accidentally" stumbling across him, Eddie thinking "oho the popular jock is here to beat me up, I'd better make the first move before he can" and throwing Steve up against a wall only to find Steve Really Likes Being Manhandled, and he's suggesting they maybe have a little fun with each other instead? (This part would not require much acting from Steve.) The roleplay aspect of it is basically them reaching back for their high school personas and acting as if they'd gotten into this situation with each other whilst still in school, before they became friends and certainly before they had any history together.

The original version I started (and got 2.5k words into before realising I wouldn't feel comfy posting it anywhere lol) was written... around this time last year? Like 10-12 months ago? And so it was very much coloured by the prevailing Fandom Opinions & Content™ at the time, aka this was a sub!bottom!Steve and dom!top!Eddie affair (with that being the Prevailing Pattern of their relationship thus far in the fic). I wasn't writing them as having an Official Established Dynamic™, I was just writing it as Steve having an inherent tendency to be submissive/give up control to Eddie during sex. Steve's nerves around asking Eddie about this particular fantasy are just due to Steve being nervous to ask for what he wants; he's not worried at all about asking Eddie to be a bit rough/dominant with him because really, They Do That Anyway.

While I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with approaching this concept (or Steddie!) like that, and I'll still read pretty much any flavour of Steddie (ultimately I think they're switches/vers, and also I don't care that much about who's in what position as long as they're in character), the way I view them & their dynamic has definitely changed since I came up with this concept. THEREFORE, here is how I would approach it if I were to write this as a oneshot now:

They're still newly dating at the start of the fic (only a month or two in), except the prevailing pattern of the relationship so far is service top/soft dom!Steve & bottom/ever so slightly sub!Eddie. This is mainly because a) that's what they're used to from previous partners, and b) Steve's got some Issues around giving up control in bed/feeling like he's not doing enough to please his partner (aka "I must prove my worth sexually or else they'll lose interest in me").

Steve has, however, been plagued with visions of Eddie throwing him around the boathouse like he was a small twig, and he is very quickly losing his sanity about it. Eddie could absolutely manhandle Steve the way Steve manhandles Eddie, if he wanted to. If Steve let him.

After a couple months of dating Eddie, Eddie can tell something's up, so he asks about it. Steve cracks like an egg the moment Eddie asks, confessing he keeps thinking about The Wall Slam. Eddie - who has already sniffed out Steve's issues around being Enough and Worthy for his partner - asks if he'd like them to recreate that moment. Steve agrees (while blushing so red he looks like a tomato).

CUE THE ROLEPLAY SMUT. This proceeds pretty much the same as the original version, complete with sub!bottom!Steve & dom!top!Eddie, but this version of Eddie is a much softer dom & this Steve takes a bit longer to really get into the swing of things. After the smut they have a cute little heart-to-heart about how Eddie's not going to leave Steve just because he wants a turn being looked after for once, and that Steve is going to make more of an effort to prioritise his own wants and needs sometimes.

Essentially, were I to write this now, I'd make it a smutfic character study of Steve & how he has issues around being vulnerable and letting Eddie take care of him, instead of him taking care of Eddie all the time. You know how it is, you go to write porn and it ends up growing legs and also a deep emotional core about the relationship between characters and their psychological issues.

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