#farmer!steddie

[winterbuckwild]

For @babyboymunson inspired by their adorable angry farmer Steve prompt.

Today everything was pissing him off. His coffee machine pissed him off when it conked out in the middle of the drip leaving him caffeineless and adrift at 5am. The horses had pissed him off: one not wanting to go out to the paddock and the other wanting to go out a bit too enthusiastically on his two hind legs. 

The sheep had pissed him off by escaping their lambing pens running amok over the cabins front lawn and one adventurous cow had decided to investigate the commotion and took an entire fence line with it. 

Which is why at 8am Steve was loading up fence posts onto the quad trailer and cursing the fact that they ever thought farming was a good idea in the first place. 

He had just thrown the last roll of electric fence tape violently into the trailer bed when a dust trail could be seen kicking up across his unfinished driveway. 

Dust. Fuck. Now Steve was pissed off with the lack of rain and the sheer blinding effort it was going to take to drive the god damned fence posts into the hard ground. 

A familiar truck rounded the corner and he felt his bad mood lifting as a dark head came into view, curls bopping with the metal drum beat blaring out of the speakers. 

A couple of sheep startled and took off towards the cabin, most of them used to the cacophony by now and not letting it interrupt their destruction of the rampant front garden. He glared after them and studiously didn't think about where else the little fuckers could end up and what they would destroy when they got there.

"Well, that is a face." The big truck cut off as Eddie stepped out, his long, lean body loose and relaxed and a lopsided grin on his handsome, scarred face. He'd gone out early - right before the coffee incident - to pick up the feed order and there was a large hump under a tarp in the truck bed that was distinctly non-feed shaped. "Who pissed in your cheerios, princess?" 

He took a look around at the fence, the sheep and the damned cow, noticing the chaos and winced. "Nevermind. Need a hand?"

His husband skipped over, kissing him lightly on the mouth just because he could. It still made Steve go a little goofy on this inside, enough to make the whole thing worth it. Even the damned sheep. Eddie was worth everything. 

"Give me a hand with the fence?" He gestured to the quad behind him. "We can round up the assholes when we have something to put them behind."

What he actually wanted to do was drag Eddie up to their shared bedroom and give him the morning wake up that he deserved. He contemplated just ditching the madness for a full three seconds before guilt over shirking responsibilities raised it's ugly head and he sighed. Eddie must have seen the hot look in his eyes, because his smile widened and he winked. 

"Only if you give me something pretty to look at, big boy." He walked back to the truck to grab his thick work gloves and turned around to find Steve's shirt stripped off, skin golden and glowing in the morning sun. "Perfect." 

They worked slower than they could have, the flex of Steve's biceps as he rammed the posts into the solid ground distracting Eddie while the latter tried his best to tease through the whole process, brushing against his other half, pressing kisses into sweating skin as he tried to resist climbing the ex jock like a tree.

When the last post was hammered in and the stock fence attached Eddie slipped his arms around Steve slim waist and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his neck. 

"I love you." He whispered, just holding on. "I love this." 

"I love you too" Steve answered, taking a long, deep breath and melting into his husbands embrace. "I love all this." He looked over the rolling land, fields of green and swaying hay in the summer breeze. He filled his lungs with sweet air and closed his eyes, the stress of the morning almost forgotten. 

Almost. 

A loud clang sounded behind then, the loud noise jolting through them like a live wire. Steve didn't open his eyes. 

"I'm not looking." He murmered darkly. "I refuse to look. I'm comfy. You look." 

He felt Eddie shift and swear, arms dropping from around him as he darted off, cursing a blue streak. Steve turned around as his beloved chased a sheep out of the bed of his truck, the feed and mystery covered item in danger and shook his head in despair. 

"I fucking hate sheep." He sighed, "cock blocking bastards." 

***

May do a little part 2 if people like it and I can gather the brain cells....

Sorry guys should have added that I'm not able to do tag lists right now :(

Also on Ao3..

[hairmetal666]

Wayne's used to worrying about Eddie. He should be; he's been doing it since the kid was twelve. First it was Eddie's silence, his permanent frown, the way the bones stood out too prominent on his small wrists. Then it was the kids at school, taunting him and calling him names, the fights and calls from the principal's office. Next came the late nights, the drinking, the dealing, failing his senior year twice. But all of those times, every single one, Wayne had known what to do. Maybe it wasn't perfect, maybe it took a little time, but he'd always figured out exactly what his boy needed.

And now--now Wayne doesn't know if he can help; knows it's not in his power to fix it. 

So, he sits for the second week in a row, watching his nephew--his whole heart--sitting in front of the window, looking out at the forest, nursing the same cup of coffee that he poured six hours ago, and wonders how in the world he can help.

They're cleaning up from dinner, Eddie quiet at his side, when he says, "Gonna need some help with the mugs tomorrow."

After moving to Oregon once Eddie graduated and he retired, he found an affinity for pottery. Never woulda thought it, but he loves it and tourists love his booth at the farmers market.

He can't think of a better way to get his nephew out of the house, but wonders if he doesn't know his boy as well as he thinks after a decade in Los Angeles, that Eddie'll refuse. He just nods, though, goes back to drying the plate in his hands.

And next morning, right at 6:45, Eddie is in the living room in black jeans that are so worn they're nearly grey in places, and the threadbare Metallica tee Wayne thrifted for him nearly a decade back. It's a win. Small, yes--Eddie doesn't even complain once about the country-western station Wayne plays in the truck--but still a step forward.

Wayne wastes no time parking and handing Eddie a box of carefully packed merchandise. He leads the way, trusts that Eddie is right on his heels until he hears Jim Hopper's voice say, "You better keep an eye on those mugs, son. Your uncle will tan your hide."

He turns to see Hopper balancing one end of Eddie's box, Eddie's cheeks flushed pink. "Sorry, I--uh, I've got it now." Hopper lets go and for the briefest instant Eddie's eyes dart to the side and the pink in his cheeks grows deeper.

Wayne tracks the path Eddie's eyes took and finds--he swallows back a chuckle--Steve Harrington just setting one of his Adirondack chairs into place, his t-shirt lifted to show of a stretch of stomach.

Well. Eddie did always like the pretty ones.

They setup the booth in companionable silence, and Hopper pops back over for a proper introduction. Before he departs again, he says to Eddie, "I got some kids who really love that dnd game and your show. They're going to be crazy to meet you. That okay?"

And Eddie, he's a good boy, he smiles and nods but as soon as Hopper is out of earshot, Wayne's saying, "Hop's kids and their friends are big fans and I know you're heartsore about the cancellation, but you better be polite."

Eddie glares. "What do you think, old man, that I'll be mean to children?"

"Well, with how you've been moping around the cabin these last few weeks, hard to know."

He scoffs. "Yeah, well. Netflix putting your hit show on indefinite hiatus without warning or explanation will do that to a guy."

Wayne knows there's nothing he can say to soften this hurt, so he gives Eddie's shoulder a tight squeeze. "I'm proud of you no matter what, son."

His nephew nods, eyes down, but Wayne doesn't miss the small, pleased, lift at the corner of his lips.

The morning passes smoothly and Wayne pretends he doesn't notice every time he finds Eddie's gaze straying to Steve's booth.

The kids come by around noon, Dustin Henderson breaking away from the pack to shriek, "You're Eddie Munson!"

Eddie smiles, stands. "That I am, young adventurer." He bows low, exaggerated and the kids giggle. "Pray tell, what are your names?"

The chatter is fast and easy, Eddie the happiest he's been in weeks, and Wayne relaxes back in his chair, lets out a long, slow breath of relief at the breaking storm. He stretches back in his chair, eyes catching on Steve Harrington across the way. Steve who is watching Eddie and the kids with an expression Wayne can only think of as fond.

Wayne isn't one to play matchmaker, but--he thinks, just maybe, just this once he could nudge.

It happens late in the afternoon, when business has well-slowed, Eddie asking, "Um--that guy over there, who is--what's his deal?"

Wayne thinks he manages to keep all traces of amusement from his face and voice as he answers, "Who? Ohh, Steve Harrington. He's the guidance counselor down at the middle school. Does a bit of carpentry in his free time. Best friends with the woman who owns that little bookstore."

He watches as Eddie processes, as his eyes widen, probably in remembrance of the pride flags and Protect Trans Kids shirts, how the woman in question wore a lesbian flag pin on her apron. "Guidance counselor?" He says eventually. "Kind of a drag."

"You would think, but the kids love him. The ones you met earlier today? He babysat them for years; imprinted on him, Jim and I say."

"Hmm," is the only response he gets, Eddie's attention back on the man in question.

---

The day after the market, Wayne walks into the living room to find Eddie's laptop tucked into the cushions of the window seat. He hasn't seen the thing since Eddie came home, never used to see him without it, and this--well.

He says, "need to run into town for a few things. You up for a trip? You might could stop at that bookstore."

Eddie nods, takes a sip of his coffee--he's actually drinking it-- says, "Yeah. Yeah, I think that'd be cool."

The store isn't busy when they arrive, and Wayne drifts towards the magazines to leave Eddie to his own devices.

Wayne loses himself to quiet browsing, wanting to give Eddie space, to maybe chat with Robin Buckley, strike up the beginnings of a friendship. Enough time passes, though, that Wayne is wondering where his boisterous, noticeable nephew could've disappeared to so silently.

He winds around a shelf and sees Eddie and Steve Harrington in deep conversation. He can't hear it, not really, but they're standing close, with pink in their cheeks. As he watches, Steve says something that makes Eddie laugh and pull a few strands of hair over his mouth.

They're almost inseparable after that. Eddie, Steve, Robin, and all those kids. They play dnd, have movie nights, spend hours at the diner. And Eddie, he's writing, sketching, gets down Wayne's acoustic guitar and plays around for a while.

When he asks how things are with "that Harrington boy," Eddie flushes red and says, "none of your business, old man" before giving Wayne a quick, affectionate squeeze. 

---

Two and a half months after Eddie came to stay, Wayne's walking back from the river, the sky the light navy of new dusk. His fishing rod is draped over one shoulder, tackle box held easily in his fist, the walk home pleasant, a perfect end to a good day.

The light from the front porch seeps through the trees, and he's thinking about a cold beer, a warm pizza, if Eddie's found his way home yet, when figures standing on the porch stop him in his tracks.

It takes a second, longer, for his eyes to adjust from the dark of the woods, and the glow of the bulb, but then he sees--

Eddie and Steve locked in a fierce embrace, desperate and very much private.

He turns right back towards the river, doesn't mind giving the boys some time.

He waits a good half hour, just enjoying the forest, before heading back. Steve's car is gone, the porch vacant, but the cabin is lit up, bright and warm and inviting.

Wayne steps inside, and his nephew is there, laptop open, but he isn't working, just smiling to himself, chin resting on his fist.

"Okay?" Wayne asks.

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Eddie's smile doesn't fall from his face.

He doesn't want to interfere, ask too much, not when he's sure things are still young. Instead, he asks, "What'd you say to ordering a pizza?"

And Eddie, heedless of Wayne's question, says,"you know. I've been thinking about maybe staying here for a little longer."

And Wayne, his smile grows, and he claps a hand on his nephew's shoulder. "You're welcome here for as long as you want. Already consider it your home anyway."

[hawkinsbnbg]

After quitting his accounting job at his father's company, Steve left the city and moved to the countryside where he used most of his savings to open a small ranch.

Steve enjoyed his farmer life until one day, some of his chickens suddenly went missing.

At first, he thought it was the foxes, but even after he locked the doors, and set up the traps, his chickens still went away the morning after.

Steve even rang up Hopper, a local hunter, for advice.

But for all the efforts, he still couldn't keep his chickens safe from the foxes.

Eventually, when nothing worked, Steve decided to step up his game and catch the foxes before they could steal his chickens again.

And then that night, Steve witnessed a rug-rag of a man carefully step around the traps, creep into the henhouse, and then creep out with a chicken tucked under his arm.

Steve was like????

Because a closer look revealed that that was Eddie Munson, the local carpenter who had given Steve several discounts on the furniture he had bought when he first moved here.

Every week, Steve would exchange some eggs and meats for some wood from Eddie.

In return, Eddie would help him with the fences and barns whenever they needed to be fixed.

Although Steve hadn’t known Eddie that long, he would still like to think they were friends.

Thus, seeing Eddie here felt wrong. Weird, but a betrayal nonetheless.

Steve just stood there, stunned, before he came to his senses and called out to Eddie.

"Hey! That's my chicken, man!"

Eddie turned around, slowly, and then their eyes met.

Steve didn't think he could breathe.

Those eyes seemed unnatural, they were black, red-rimmed, and too bloodthirsty to be considered human. He knew Eddie had always looked pale, but under the moonlight, the other man looked like a ghost.

"Steve?" Eddie gasped, looking as terrified as his stoic facial muscles allowed him to.

"Eddie…” Steve hesitated for a few seconds before pointing at the chicken under Eddie’s arm. “Why are you holding my chicken?”

At his question, Eddie remained silent and stood strangely still, almost like a statue.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Steve. It couldn’t be, but since all the evidence was here, Steve couldn't lie to himself any longer. "Are you..?"

"What?" Eddie stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Are you the chicken stealer?" Steve squinted and watched Eddie adjust his grasp on the unconscious hen.

Oh my god, she had been passing out this whole time, Steve belatedly realized with growing concern.

"I'm sorry," said Eddie before quickly running away, leaving Steve behind to gape at his retreating form.

The next morning, Steve went to Eddie's place with two chickens.

Eddie had eyed the cage with a guilty look before sitting Steve down and explaining about his reason for stealing Steve's chicken.

Eddie had been stealing chickens to give them to his sick uncle who had been bedridden for weeks now.

The reason sounded off, but Steve still bought it because he didn't want to think about the alternative of why would Eddie need so many chickens in the first place.

But Steve's attempt to remain oblivious had sadly failed when Eddie moved in to live with him at the ranch.

(Why? Because they had become boyfriends after one year of flirting and sharing tender moments.)

He had caught Eddie drinking blood from a chicken one early morning when he went to check the henhouse.

"Wait, babe, I can explain!" Eddie, lips blood red and eyes midnight black, had held onto Steve's hands pleadingly and desperately.

And though Steve had half a mind to suggest Eddie give the ducks, gooses, pigs, and cows a try, he decided to comfort his boyfriend first.

He told Eddie that he had been trying to avoid this exact scenario because he thought Eddie would drop him and hightail away the moment Steve discovered the truth.

This time, Eddie sat him down again and told him about the real reason why he had stolen those chickens.

This time, Steve finally learned about vampires and the truth about his boyfriend.

This time, Eddie cried bloody tears when Steve reassured him that he wouldn’t go anywhere no matter who Eddie was or chose to become.

Still, there was this question that he had been itching to ask Eddie.

"But why the chickens?"

"They're tasty. Can't help it, man."

"Touché."

[paradimeshifts7]

⚔️ 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 ⚔️

Part III: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒂𝒅

Link here

Mind the updated tags!

[oof00foof00f]

Ive been seeing a lot of milk ads for some reason the ad is like

“I make sure she’s comfortable, happy, relaxed blah blah blah I know how much milk she produces”

And all I can think of every time I see it is hybrid cow Steve with farmer eddie

[redlegumes]

Fresh Pining from Harrington Farms

Written for @stitchdfox

So, I'm finally getting the last chapters of this work posted after over inundating myself this past December. Here's the share! I will argue that this fic goes light on the Holiday (despite Steve owning a tree farm). Feel free to read outside of the season!

prompt: Smutty Holiday Exchange Steddie Fic | AO3: link | wc: 10,000+ | rating: E | cw: none | tags: holidays, secret identity, angst fluff and smut, happy ending

Summary:

Steve owns and operates a tree farm out in Hawkins, but every December he sets up a decent sized stand in the city to sell Christmas trees and greenery. Eddie Munson is a guitarist in a band with enough of a following that it is his day job. He looks forward to flirting with ‘the’ Harrington of Harrington Farms. This year both men plan to do something about the attraction, but will hidden secrets bring them closer or end their budding romance? Either way this story is bound to have scenes too graphic for the Hallmark channel.

Short Excerpt Below the Cut

Excerpt:

“Hiyah there Harrington.”

Why am I so nervous? I barely know him… no pressure. I shoot my shot and worst case scenario I stop thinking about the ‘what ifs' involving Eddie Munson in the new year. “Come on, you know better than that.” Steve laughed at Eddie who raised one quizzical eyebrow at him. “Just call me Steve.”

Eddie bit his lip and put a hand under his chin in an overly dramatic mime of ‘thinking.’ “Now that you say it I could've sworn we decided 'Steve' was too bland for you.”

Steve grinned, feeling the blush warm his cheeks. “If I remember it was a lot of puns? Like, ‘the Douglas Fir-minator.'”

Eddie beamed at him. “That's right! Spruce Willis?”

“Chris -mas Pine?”

“Christ,” Eddie groaned. “Well those didn't improve over the last year.” His gorgeous brown eyes flashed back up, staring into Steve's again. The intensity was addictive. Steve felt bubbled in the realm of Eddie Munson's interest. Anything could be happening around him but he didn't mind. He was trying to get the most out of the moment. Then an odd sensation came over Steve. It was as though, for a brief moment, Eddie eyed him wolfishly, like Steve was someone he wanted to eat up.

“I'll take any of them so long as you don't call me just ‘Harrington.'”

Eddie pulled a lock of hair up to his lips, a cute, little, bashful habit Steve had noticed over the years and adored. “You know I had some thoughts about that.” Eddie dropped the hair revealing a crooked, nervous grin. “How would you feel about ‘sweetheart?’”

[starryeyedjanai]

Steve makes it all the way into his kitchen before he realizes something is off. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he comes to the realization that someone has been inside his house, his home. or, an outlaw makes his first appearance on Steve's farm

Rated: Teen | 3,845 words

[lunaicfantastic]

im NOT going to write this until I've finished my abo fic and the 60k fic BUT I need you all to know that there is an "eddie gets witsec'd and he and wayne move to a rundown farm in appalachia and eddie accidentally becomes a crazy chicken lady" fic that lives in my head rent free

his three favorite hens are his oldest ladies: gladiolus (lola), oleander (olly), and peppercorn (pepper). lola is boss hen and is a barred rock, olly is a blue easter egger, and pepper is a black sex link. He's got like 30 in total but those three are his oldest and wisest girls, he'd kill and die for them.

steve and eddie reconnect bc steve accidentally stumbles into eddie playing at a little hole-in-the-wall bar in the city near his house one summer and they talk at the bar and steve is like hey do you wanna grab a drink, catch up? And eddie's like uh sorry dude I gotta head back it's already 9:30 and I have to put the girls to bed, and steve's like dude wtf we leave you alone for six years and you've already procreated twice??? and eddie's like what no I'm talking about my chickens :) they're my ladies and I have to check on them. Fuckin raccoons got Geraldine three years back cause I ate space cake before dark and passed out without closing up the coop. This time of year the sun hasn't set by the time Wayne goes to work, so he can't close em up for me, and our neighbors got a dog I wouldn't trust to lick his own ass, like hell I'm risking leaving the door open.

Steve's like what the fuck are you talking about dude and Eddie sighs and is like do you have a place to stay? And Steve's like no I was gonna go grab a motel room after why and Eddie's like you can bunk with me, we've got a whole guest room, and you can meet the ladies. Steve is like okay I guess this is my life???

and they reconnect and steve ends up just not leaving for a week and he has to go back to Hawkins eventually but after a week or two of being back he's like fuck this I miss eddie and packs up all his shit and shows up at eddie's door like hey do you need a roommate? and eddie's like yeah of course :) and they make out like three days later and just never stop.

[werepuppy-steve]

steddie | M | wc: 789 | cw: none

tags: steddie dads (not a major focus), farmers steddie, modern au, light dom/sub

idk what this is. i had the image of eddie and steve and their kids on a morning before school and then it got a little steamy.

Eddie stands on the front porch in his robe and takes a sip of his coffee as he watches Steve get the girls on the bus. It's a cold morning, in the low 30's, and he chuckles as his daughters blow out hot air like they’re dragons. The sun is barely even up yet but it casts a bright glow across the frosty grass of their yard and the field across the road.

Steve and the girls do their dorky handshake once the bus pulls up and Eddie waves at them and blows them each a kiss. When the bus is around the curve down the road, Steve puts his hands in the pockets of his Carhartt and starts the trek back up the long gravel driveway, their dog Daisy trotting at his side.

Eddie goes back inside to the warmth. He drains the last of his coffee and puts the mug in the sink before he starts clearing up the mess left from breakfast, made by the mini tornadoes he calls children. As he washes the plastic kiddie plates and cups and forks, he goes through the list of what he and Steve have planned for the day since it's rare that their days off overlap.

Well. What Eddie has planned. He knows what Steve's plans are and none of them involve doing anything on the list pinned to the fridge.

The hole in the chicken coop needs patched before the ladies and their gentleman caller get snatched up by a bobcat or coyote. Eddie's been trying to find the time to go over to Wayne's and help him with the boat so he can take the girls out on the river this summer. He and Steve need to make a trip to Rural King if their oldest is seriously considering showing rabbits for 4-H.

All are things that'll take up a good chunk of their morning and afternoon. But of course, when Eddie feels arms wrap around his waist and lips press to the skin underneath his ear, he knows good and well all of it will be tossed out the window.

"Mornin', handsome," Eddie hums, leaning back into Steve's hold, his hands still submerged in soapy dishwater.

"Mornin', baby." Steve kisses Eddie's shoulder and starts to gently sway them. "The girls are gone."

Eddie chuckles. He knows the game Steve is trying to play. "Oh really? I couldn't tell, with how quiet it is."

Steve's lips trail from his shoulder to his neck. "We both have the day off."

Eddie hums in agreement, his eyes sliding shut as he tilts his head back on Steve's shoulder. "I know what you're trying to do, baby," he says. "It won't work. We have stuff to do."

Steve ignores him. "We could go back to bed right now," he says against Eddie's ear.

Eddie sighs quietly, making a valiant effort to not acknowledge the way Steve is starting to chub up.

"You could take your time." He nibbles on Eddie's earlobe and lets out the smallest moan when he starts to grind against Eddie's ass. "Open me up nice and slow so you can fuck me deep."

Eddie's own quiet moan betrays him at the thought of laying Steve out on their bed and getting his tongue and four fingers in his ass until his husband is begging for his cock.

Steve pulls Eddie's hips against him and Eddie lets him, the dishes now abandoned as he grinds back on the hefty bulge Steve's now sporting in his sweatpants. They stand there for a few minutes, Steve whimpering hotly into Eddie's shoulder as they hump like teenagers.

Eddie's melting point is when Steve whines, "Wanna use my toys, too."

He'll blame it on the fact that they haven't had the time for anything more than stolen moments while the girls are busy with homework or chores, and sleepy handjobs before bed.

Eddie drains the sink and rinses the soap off his hands before drying them on a nearby rag. He turns in Steve's arms and preens at how flushed his face is just from a little grinding.

He gets a hand between them and massages Steve's heavy cock over his pants, a dark spot already soaking the fabric. "You get five minutes to get yourself naked and on that bed," he says. "No touching yourself. Am I clear?"

Steve gasps and bucks in his grip and whines out a "yes, sir," before prying himself away from Eddie's grasp and almost tripping up the stairs.

Eddie takes a deep breath looks at the clock on the stove.

8:24am

He mentally wipes away his previous list in favor of replacing it with how many times he can make Steve come before 9:30.

[rogueddie]

Steddie au where Steve is a farmer but working the farm makes him very, very angry.

Their first meeting is Eddie catching Steve trying to work but cursing and complaining the entire time. He asks Steve what the owners paying him, assuming him to be a farm hand or something; Steve darkly muttering "I am the owner, this is my farm. I love it with my whole heart. If only this fucker would go into the right damn place..."

[peppermint-toads]

𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 steve hasn't seen eddie for ages, so him and his wife have eddie over for dinner. what happens when eddie's feelings for steve resurface, and he develops new feelings for steve's pretty little wife? 2k words 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 steddie x reader, wife reader, steddie kiss, slight dom reader, reader watches steve and eddie kiss, alcohol consumption, eddie is confused and feels guilty about his feelings 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 bc i am steve's pretty little wife. if this does okay i will write part two!

Your cheeks felt positively rosey as you leaned over the steaming pan, stirring with your elbow gracefully poised to your side. You were on your third glass of chablis of the evening, and things were going swimmingly. 

So you thought. But yours and Steve’s guest, Eddie, was sitting at the granite countertop absolutely mortified. He had a crush on his best friend's wife. And his best friend. Eddie had a crush on his best friend and his wife. 

Steve had told you that morning an old friend would be joining the two of you for dinner, and while you were a little bit mad about the late notice, you were excited nonetheless. You had planned a nice menu, only the best for a friend of Steve’s. You were lucky Steve had sprung this on you on a Saturday while the farmers’ market was still open. 

When Eddie first arrived you had flung open the door in a frenzy before he could even ring the bell after you heard his van sputtering in the drive. You greeted him and introduced yourself with a warm smile and an excited chime of his name, pulling him in close with a hug. His cheeks flushed as he felt your chest pressed into his own and the heat of your breath tickling his neck. You smelled like Steve and something else, something floral and musky. You smelled a little bit like sex, if he was being honest. 

And Eddie was right in his suspicions, you could probably still smell your cunt on Steve’s dick. Though your overly sweet smile nearly convinced him the opposite was true.

You stepped away from him, motioning him inside the foyer. “There are hor d'oeuvres just there in the living room and Steve will be down in just a minute.”

“Whore’s what now?” Eddie asked, truly confounded by the words that had just left your mouth. Eddie wasn’t stupid by any means, you knew that from Steve's stories, but you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat. 

“Just like, uhm, appetizers.” You smiled again, and Eddie swore he felt his heart swell. “I’ll be in the kitchen finishing up dinner, if you need me.”

Eddie was polite, trailing into the living room and grazing over everything you’d set out. He popped something, he wasn’t really sure what, into his mouth and outright moaned, immediately stacking four more onto his palm and nearly tripping over himself on his way into the kitchen. 

“These are—mmmph! So good. What is it?” You craned your neck around to see what he was talking about while Eddie slid onto a barstool at the counter.

“Chive blinis with crème fraiche and caviar.”

“I’ve never had caviar.” Eddie marveled at the little cluster of greenish-grey eggs resting atop the little pancake. 

“I hadn’t either until I met Steve,” you replied, turning your attention back to the stove. “I thought it was silly, to spend so much money on fish eggs of all things.”

Eddie was glad you didn’t make him feel stupid, or lesser, but he wasn’t naive. Yours and Steve’s life was something Eddie never had known and never would. He looked around your fancy home, at your perfectly manicured nails and the fancy knife in your hand and he couldn’t help the twinge in his chest. 

“Oh god!” You pulled Eddie from his trance with your apologetic yelp. “I completely forgot to ask if you wanted a drink!”

Eddie was about to answer when Steve waltzed into the kitchen. “What did I miss?” His voice boomed as he clapped Eddie on the back. 

“I was just neglecting our poor Eddie here,” you frowned, quickly giving Steve a quick peck on the lips and resting your hand on his chest after he rounded the corner. Eddie noticed your wedding ring, but it wasn’t nearly as flashy as he’d expect from Steve. 

When he realized you were still looking at him expectantly his palms started sweating and he stuttered. “Uh—uhm, do you have—” You just nodded as he tried to answer, but Steve cut him off. 

“A PBR, for old times sake?” Eddie mumbled an affirmative, still slightly in awe of what a handsome pair the two of you made.

Steve slipped out into the garage to grab two beers, leaving Eddie to stare at you once again. His eyes met the gold clasp that sat below your hair on your neck and the little hairs that reflected in the low light of the kitchen as you cooked. He was mesmerized, his palm smushed into his cheek and elbow resting on the cool countertop. He just couldn’t believe how nice you were, in every way. 

Steve had warned him that you’d be as welcoming and kind as could be, but Eddie wasn’t expecting all this. The house was as sparkling as it could be, there were candles lit, and you’d folded the throw blankets so pristinely. And you. You were dressed to the nines in a pretty black dress with an open back, he could trace the curve of your spine nearly all the way to the tips of little dimples that poked out just above the hemline. 

This was bad. You were his best friend's wife, and there he was ogling at you while he could. And Steve, well, Eddie had always loved Steve in any way Steve would let him. Seeing him tonight Eddie felt no different. 

Steve was soon stealing Eddie away from the kitchen, rushing him off to show him the house in its entirety. Realistically, you knew Steve would just be showing Eddie his new Nintendo 64. 

You were right, within minutes you could hear them yelling at each other over who got to play as Mario. You didn’t mind, you were happy to finish up dinner while they caught up. It had been quite a while since their last reunion, considering you and Steve had moved to Indianapolis after getting married. 

“I can’t believe you’re married.” Eddie said, pushing down the little shards of jealousy that scraped his stomach. 

“Yeah,” Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“She’s—she’s—”

“I know.” Steve finished. 

Beautiful. Sweet. Kind. 

“How did an asshole like you land that?”

“Got lucky I guess. She was interning at the firm doing some clerical work, and for some reason she liked me back.” He shrugged. 

“You know, Eddie. I-”

Steve paused.

“-I don’t regret anything we did.”

Eddie looked as pretty as ever, hair still long, only he had a good bit of stubble all over his cheeks and jaw. His lean torso was sunken into the plush couch in Steve’s ‘man-cave.’ Steve felt dizzy.

He knew you weren’t stupid. The moment he told you about tonight’s company, you could see it clear as day on his face. 

“Steveee,” you questioned later, the knowing lilt to your voice enough to make him blush. 

“He was just a friend, baby, promise.”

“Really? A friend that you maybe hugged a little too long sometimes? Maybe one that you kissed every once in a while?” You were inches from his face. “Maybe fucked from time to time?”

Steve shuddered as your lips brushed his ear. 

“Tell me, Stevie. Did he fuck you, or did you fuck him.”

You positively grinned when Steve’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“Both.” He whispered.

“What I wouldn’t give to see my Stevie on his hands and knees, taking cock. Is it big, Steve. Does Eddie have a big cock?”

Steve didn’t answer, only smashed his lips onto yours. He could feel your smirk on his mouth and it only made his dick swell even more. You rode him fast and hard then and there, his fingers digging uselessly into your hips as you moved. Steve was a puddle of whimpers beneath you as he came, pulling you down so you could feel every drop of cum filling you.

You quickly hopped off of him, telling him you were off to get ready. Steve lied there for at least an hour replaying what had just happened in his head. 

“I’ll be downstairs.” 

Steve got hard all over again after seeing your attire, throwing his head back against his pillow with an annoyed groan. 

“Steve, you don’t have to say anything. I get it, people grow up, they move on.” 

“No,” Steve shook his head, “No, that’s not—”

“So you haven’t moved on?”

Steve scooted towards Eddie, completely abandoning his controller, opting to place his hand on Eddie’s thigh. “You just don’t understand.” 

It was all so much for Steve, what you’d said to him that afternoon and seeing Eddie again, he just couldn’t help it. He leaned in and kissed Eddie, his lips feeling just as they did all those years ago. 

Eddie stood abruptly, heading straight for the door. “Okay, well. I’ll see you.” His steps were stiff as he descended the staircase, trying to regain his composure before he had to face you. 

Because in Eddie’s eyes, he’d just ruined your marriage. He’d never see that pretty smile of yours and neither would Steve. 

Dinner was… dinner was tense. You watched closely as they shifted in their seats. You sipped chablis number four with one arm across your chest. 

You had a pretty good feeling you knew what happened, but they didn’t need to know that. You cleared your throat, swirling your glass with a raised eyebrow. 

“So, did you boys have fun up there?” 

Eddie nearly choked on his pasta, and Steve’s eyes went wide. 

“The game?” You clarified. 

“Oh, yeah, uhm, yes.” Steve stammered awkwardly, opting to poke at his plate rather than meet your eyes. 

You were getting a little tired of the stale conversation, or lack thereof, really. 

“Steve, Eddie,” you glanced at them respectively. “Do me a favor and level with me. What happened, hm?” You hummed the last part.

“Steve—”

“I kissed Eddie.”

You were more than a little tipsy, and a little tease couldn’t hurt, right. You put on your best hurt face, standing quickly, the table rattling as you did. You approached Eddie’s chair and looked down at him as he braced for screams, maybe even a slap. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to lean down over his shoulder, your boobs nearly spilling out of your dress, and speak softly into his ear. 

“Steve has you all flustered, huh? Is that what has you all quiet. I’ve heard plenty about you, Eddie Munson, and I think the last thing you are is quiet.”

When he didn’t respond, you kept going. “That’s okay, sweetheart. Stevie gets me flustered, too sometimes. Especially when he puts that pretty head of his between my legs. You know what that’s like, don’t you?”

Eddie glanced over at Steve as if he were a lifeline, but he was met with a slack jawed expression. So Eddie looked up at you, his eyes glossy as he breathed out an apology. 

“I am so sorry. I never meant to cause any problems. I should just go. Thank you for—”

“Eddie, I think you’re rather handsome. And I know my Steve feels the same. He fucked me just this afternoon thinking about you.”

“Steve?”

“It’s true,” he nodded, still weary, still not sure about Eddie felt about this whole thing. Steve didn’t quite understand how you even felt about this whole thing. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I just think it’s a little unfair that Steve here would hide it from me. I think I deserve to see what I missed.”

The two boys shared hesitant glances again, really not sure what your motive was. Despite the nerves, both of them were hard and squirming under your gaze. 

Slowly, they leaned into each other for the second time that night, lips meeting in a soft press. Steve’s shoulders drooped with relief, and Eddie’s pinched up as he leaned closer. He raised a shaky hand to find the familiar feel of Steve’s gelled hair and held on to it. Steve sighed through his nose, bringing his own hands to Eddie’s waist. 

You exhaled behind them as they got lost in each other, stretching your arms out towards the ceiling and yawning. 

“Well, I’m off to bed. Eddie, dear, you are perfectly welcome to stay the night.”

[winterbuckwild]

Never Keep Sheep chapter 2 is up!

Pure domestic fluff, Farmer Steddie

[klausinamarink]

KLAUS ok can I request a steddie human/monster prompt for your birthday special??? 👀🤲

(the way I agonized over this choice 💗)

LEIGH i hope you were alright with the wait! got pretty busy with visiting family abroad and had brain fog these past weeks but I am finally posting the rest of these ficlets! ENJOY

There was a hole in the woods and it had a monster at the bottom.

It wasn’t a mystery or a new natural occurrence or the beginnings of the madness plague. It was rather a fact that everyone knew about the hole and the monster. It was a fantastic stirring for the children’s imaginations and nightmares. It was a warning to the wandering strangers who wish to explore the dark wood.

Most importantly, it was the perfect punishment.

Regardless, Eddie sat down next to the hole as if he were settling a picnic at a seaside spot.  

“Hello, my beloved!” He called down into the darkness. It responded with another waff of decaying lavender. Eddie inhaled it deeply and gratefully with closed eyes. Everyone said the smell was horrible and moreso during the executions, but it never bothered Eddie once even since his first visit.

”Ahh, such a pleasant afternoon. The sun is out, the harvest was a success, and Uncle Wayne sold an extra wood carving!” Eddie chirped as he tuned the strings of his lute. “I wouldn’t guarantee we would be rich overnight, but it was definitely a blessing! I wish you were there to see it.”

The hole was silent.

Eddie laughed, “My beloved, please don’t tell me you’re still upset at me. I’m sorry for missing last week, but I warned you that I would be incredibly busy!”

He tilted his head, waiting for an answer. None came, but Eddie nodded anyway. “Well, I am here now! Perhaps some melodies can put you back into a good mood.” 

Eddie plucked a few strings experimentally before he started to play. The familiar notes filled the silence, for no bird or insect dared to sing trill around the hole. Then Eddie cleared his throat and began humming his beloved’s favorite.

By the time dusk inevitably came, Eddie finished the last song with a heavy sigh and stood up to his feet. “The night separates us again, my beloved. I will see you again shortly.” 

He blew a kiss, prayed that it reached the bottom of the hole, and went away.  

His shrouded beloved wailed softly as if they were already mourning Eddie’s demise. 

-

Perhaps the mourning call was a warning. A plea for Eddie to be careful and come back safe next time. Because the next time Eddie visited the hole in the woods, he was being dragged with a rope that scraped his wrists raw. 

He was blindfolded - better to be blinded by a wrap of cloth than by hot-iron pokers - and stumbled along the path he knew by heart. Quiet murmurs and jeers followed him like a procession. Every so often, the sharp tip of a spear jabbed at Eddie’s back just to quicken his pace. 

In the past few weeks, there had been a senseless slaughtering of several livestock. At first, the farmers grumbled about the direwolves and other beasts in the woods. Then people went missing. Their bodies were found behind their homes with broken limbs and missing eyes, all disfigured beyond repair. When a young maiden named Christine fell victim, her betrothed Jason Carver had made the first accusation at Eddie. 

Eddie had swiftly denied ever laying a hand on Christine or the other victims. But then few people had spoken about seeing him frequently wander into the woods and returning late at night. 

Within minutes, the town’s opinion of Eddie had greatly soured. Except for his uncle Wayne, of course. He’d tried for Eddie’s innocence but what could a poor woodcarver do against a court?

A gust of wind blew on Eddie’s face and he caught the first scents of decaying lavender. Eddie perked up instinctively. Beloved! 

But the spear jabbed at him again, this time breaking through skin and muscle right beside Eddie’s right shoulder blade. He cried out in pain and stumbled over. The ground scraped his palms and knees unkindly. 

Even with the thick blindfold, Eddie could tell that the edge of the hole was right before his fingertips.

Something small and metal was shoved into his hands. Eddie barely had time to recognize the shape of a lantern before rough hands pushed at his back.

And then Eddie fell into the deep hole. 

-

It was said that anyone who fell in the hole would break their neck. Dead bodies was a monster’s favourite meal.

Eddie did not break his neck during his fall. The bottom of the hole was very soft and muddy but he felt his arm popped out of the socket. 

With a painful whimper, Eddie scrambled to remove the blindfold. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness even with the faint help of the lantern, which had somehow barely cracked.

It took another moment before Eddie saw he was not alone.

There was only one story about the monster in the hole: it was a terrifying sight that even the sunlight was afraid of it.

It was why everyone who faced this perfect punishment was given a lantern. Should anyone survive the fall, they would see the monster and die of fright.

So when Eddie laid his gaze on the monster for the first time, he did not die of fright. In fact, his fear died midway through his throat.

It had a wolf’s skull for a face and shadows for a body. Long claws flickered where it grappled on the moist walls. Instead of fiery red coals or sickly green smoke, its eyes were a humanly hazel. Occasionally marks of bright red rippled blindly across its body as if it had been injured.  

Newly unafraid, Eddie called to it. A question rather than a command or plea. 

“Beloved?”

It rumbled somewhere in its throat. The decaying lavender stench grew from suffocating to gentle. Then it brushed its face against Eddie’s and opened its jaws wide enough to almost swallow him whole.

Eddie tilted his head back, feeling the pants of heat from its mouth. Instead of screaming or begging for mercy, Eddie began humming. 

He had no lute or instrument with him. But Eddie knew his beloved’s song by heart.

Even as he felt the mouth close and the sharp tips of teeth poking through the skin of his exposed throat, Eddie still sang. 

After he was done, his beloved released its jaws with a teary whine. A few hot drops fell on Eddie’s face before it was followed by a sudden vomit of warm blood. 

Eddie spluttered and nearly fell backwards, saved by a massive hand caught him by the back. Then it pressed him against his beloved’s chest. To his surprise and delight, the shadowy skin felt soft and feathery. 

Eddie bubbled out a laugh, “I knew you would never hurt me.”

His beloved dropped its head on top of Eddie’s and started humming their song.

[steddieficfind]

I was wondering if Andrew and Natalee have any fic rec lists? tysm

While I wanted to stick to strictly fic finding on this blog, it seems like people are interested in what we're reading! So we're gonna do a little mini rec list and maybe some more in the future! You can also check out the #rec event tag for more!

Andrew

You Don't Know This Guy by Anonymous - I'm a sucker for future fics with Tommy Hagan and Steve Harrington meeting again. I also love outside POV fics. This one is under appreciated for SURE.

Tell Yourself You Still Live Here by shanparkervarietyhour - angsty future fic where Steddie finally gets together in the 90s.

Apple Tarts and Tattoo Hearts by trekkiepirate - Another really creative and under appreciated outsider POV!

in lieu of flowers by dannytorrance - ow. I love it so much but OW!!! fics delving into Steve's family always get me man.

i thought good guys get to be happy by DrewWrites - okay this one is mine. This is a shameless plug, but it's probably one of the best things I've written.

natalee

i’ve been working on a big reclist that i hope to post on my personal account soon so i’ll let y’all know when that happens :) for now here’s a few of my favorites!

Pity the Freak by emmy_award — this is my all-time favorite steddie fic and i don’t see anything topping it anytime soon so it probably will be forever. i’m always so surprised i never see anyone else talking about it! i came out of this one Changed. i maxed out the text field with my comment which i didn’t think was realistically even possible. this is a must-read and if me saying this convinces even just one person to read this fic then i’ve won

kissing the beehive by slowmoon — one of my best friends, tiff, wrote this in the summer and fall of 2022. they’re one of the most talented writers i know — it was a huge privilege to work on this with them and i had a really fun time editing it. if you like vampire!eddie this one is right up your alley :-)

keep with me forward by shortcrust — this has been a favorite for a long time — it’s simple and sweet and incredibly well-written. a few of the lines were so moving that i still think about them regularly. beautiful!

Calamity’s Child by glorious_spoon — something i value probably more than anything else in a fic is good jokes and this one’s chock full of ‘em. this is like tears in your eyes level funny. i think about “okay, nancy reagan” basically every single day. i too am a massive fan of outsider POVs and this one captures dustin’s voice perfectly

Three Days on the Red Planet by CaptainHoney — as a lover of the sci-fi genre i’ll read any sci-fi au you throw at me. in this case i am throwing this one at y’all. the concept and the setting for this fic are super interesting and well-executed and i could have read hundreds of thousands of words of this. delicious

He Knows Only Two Stories by teddywesworl — you know those fics where eddie is just like…slightly off? like there’s something weird about him. (think Looks like we’re in for nasty weather by prufrocks or Heal Your Shrinking Soul by how_about_no, or maybe even The Train Fic by novemberthorne) this is one of those and it’s soooo good. i only recently realized i’m very much drawn to There’s Something Wrong With Eddie as a genre but this is the best of ‘em, i’d say. and obviously you can never go wrong with farmer!steve. i’ve never read a fic i didn’t love from this author and this one is no exception!

let us know if you’d like to see more of this sort of thing from us in the future, and happy reading!

[paradimeshifts7]

Sneak peek at Evermore chapter three 🥀 a rare moment of rest for our party

Read the fic here

[thisapplepielife]

Thanks so much to @astrangersummer for hosting this event!

This is my own master list of all 18 fics I submitted.

I decided to venture a little bit outside of my regular Steddie comfort zone, and challenged myself to write from the POV of 18 different Stranger Things characters during this event, picking a new one for each week/prompt. The vast majority, I'd never written from their POV before, or very little, so that was really fun and I enjoyed it.

The Steddie fics got more eyeballs on 'em, but I'm not surprised by that, because that's what I usually write, lol. But, if you have any interest in reading some Stranger Things fics from the perspectives of other characters, give this list a scan for your faves. They might be here!

Week #1 - Short Shorts: Who Wears Short Shorts? - (Eddie) - Steddie, Platonic Stobin | M | 1469 words

Week #2 - Afternoon Naps: One Nap at a Time - (Gareth) - Gareth & Eddie, Gareth & Steve, Steddie | T | 1992 words

Week #3 - Flowers: What You Need For Today - (Lucas) - Lumax, Dustin, Erica, Steve | T | 1400 words

Week #4 - Camping: You Hear That? - (Robin) - Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie, Corroded Coffin | T | 3850 words

Week #5 - Constellations: Imagine the Stars - (Max) - Max | T | 680 words

Week #6 - Ice Cream: Set Sail on Your Ocean of Flavor - (Chrissy) - Platonic Stobin (Steddie? Hellcheer? Buckingham? Cheerscoops? You can decide.) | T | 2560 words

Week #7 - Laugh: Dude Is Happy - (Jonathan) - Jonathan, Argyle | T | 1010 words

Week #8 - Ocean Waves: Sink Back Into the Ocean - (Billy) - Billy | T | 228 words

Week #9 - Where It All Started or Different Meeting AU: Save It For a Rainy Day - (Wayne) - Wayne, Eddie, Steve | T | 1950 words

Week #10 - "I'm a great driver!": One Little Mistake - (Dustin) - Dustin & Steve, Mike, Lucas | T | 791 words

Week #11 - Sunglasses The Remnants - (Karen) - Karen Wheeler, Steve Harrington | T | 898 words

Week #12 - Forgotten: Feels Like Karma - (Barb) - Barb, Nancy, Steve, Tommy H. & Carol. Background Stancy | M | 483 words

Week #13 - Cat or Farmer's Market: Cat Distribution System - (Argyle) - Argyle, Jonathan | T | 587 words

Week #14 - "Can you hear me?" Just the Facts - (Erica) - Erica, Steve | T | 813 words

Week #15 - Modern AU: Tip Your Driver - (Steve) - Steve, Eddie, Wayne | T | 4115 words

Week #16 - Concert or Rain: Firing on All Cylinders - (Jeff) - Jeff, Goodie, Gareth, Steve, Eddie | T | 3000 words

Week #17 - "I can't believe you!" Of All the Gin Joints - (Nancy) - Nancy, Robin, Steve, Eddie | T | 1938 words

Week #18 - Summer Fruit: She Still Wants More - (Eleven) - Eleven (Background Hopper, Mike) | T | 448 words