#steddie wip

[wheatnoodle]

modern steddie where everyone moves off and unless they live near each other, they don’t really talk as much as they used to. robin and steve of course live together in the city on one of the coasts.

robin, like the others, will reach out every now and then and chat with some people from the old group, get coffee when they’re in town. steve, however, has apparently dropped off the face of the earth.

he doesn’t text, doesn’t call, he’s not on social media, nothing. they’re hurt, yeah, but if that’s what he needs to heal, so be it.

but robin IS on social media. and she’s been posting these pictures for the past year and a bit of her and her “best friend” as her captions label them. it’s not steve. it’s a girl. a really pretty girl with these big brown eyes and long, wavy brown hair that she likes to throw blonde highlights in to. she’s got all these freckles and moles and wears the cutest dresses and sandals seemingly everywhere they go.

her name is evie, according to the tagged account evieinthesky. sometimes robin will throw a full “evangeline” in comments and captions.

the rest of the party have seen the photos of evangeline, they even ask robin if she wants to invite her out when they visit but she always has an excuse ready why she can’t.

but then robin gets a comment on a pic of her and evie.

eddieisdead: yo is your friend uhhh,,,🔓???

[aceing-on-the-cake]

Robin as the polyglot she is definitely has picked up at least some sign language. And because he and Steve are thick as thieves she's taught Steve some signs, one of them being the sign for "I love you".

This would've just been a way for the two to communicate even more without saying a single word together if not for Eddie.

Eddie, who unfortunately mixed up the hand sign people do for rock and roll with the actual hand sign for "I love you". After all, it's really only the difference of a single thumb.

What this means though is that everytime Eddie says goodbye to Steve he uses what he believes to be the sign for rock and roll. And every single time, Steve blushes bright red. He's almost 96% positive that Eddie isn't actually telling him he loves him, but he doesn't know that for sure and he's never really had another guy tell him he loves him before. Especially not every time he sees him.

Eddie on the other hand has no idea of the mistake he's making. All he knows is that Steve blushes a lot around him, and he comes to incorrect conclusion that Steve the Hair Harrington, might have a crush on him, and Eddie King-of-the-freaks gay-in-small-town-America Munson, runs with it.

Soon enough he's absolutely shamelessly flirting with Steve. Just being absolutely blatant about it, to the extent that Steve's 96% starts turning into 86, 65, 52, then eventually he's more sure that Eddie is actually telling him he loves him than he is that he's not.

In classic Steve fashion he figures he might as well shoot his shot so the next time Eddie goes to leave his house after a night of smoking and playfully sniping about each other's musical opinions Eddie makes his customary rock and roll goodbye sign and Steve just pulls him down and crashes his mouth to his.

"I love you too," he gets out between pants when he finally pulls away from Eddie.

Eddie, not really actually expecting Steve to reciprocate, at least not before he'd finished his 87 step plan to woo him, can only open his mouth several times trying to process the fact that Steve kissed him before what Steve said to him catches up to his brain.

".....what?" he finally says.

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Let me know if you guys want me to finish this! It honestly was just a simple thought brought about from the fact that I didn't realize every time I'd thought I'd been making the rock and roll sign I'd actually been telling random people I loved them.

[eddiethehunted]

hey guys here is yet another excerpt from a fic i’ll never finish:

“I can feel you staring at me,” Eddie says without looking up. He lifts one hand to fix a smudge around the edge of a nail, sticking his tongue out while he does it.

“Yeah, you look hot,” Steve answers honestly, because it’s true. Eddie has changed into one of Steve’s hoodies and a pair of his sweatpants, and both pieces of clothing are baggy and cover more of him than usual but he looks so good like that.

Eddie scoffs, but from this angle Steve can see the curve of his cheek as he bites down a smile. He finishes off his last nail and waves his hands around to dry them.

Finally, after a few minutes, he turns in the chair to face Steve. His brows raise expectantly when Steve just stares back with a grin, content to just look at him.

“Well, are you gonna tell me what’s on your mind? Because it’s pretty distracting, you know.” His head tilts as he gives Steve one of his little smiles. He pokes at one nail distractedly and seems to conclude that it’s dry enough. “You’re not a quiet thinker, love.”

Love.

Steve presses a smile into his pillow, his cheeks warming. Love.

Neither of them have said it, yet. But…

Love.

Eddie called him love.

“Oh, you like that one, huh?” Eddie snickers, launching himself off of the chair and onto the bed next to Steve. A gentle hand on his jaw coaxes his face away from the pillow and Eddie kisses his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, and finally his mouth, sending butterflies swooping through Steve’s stomach with each one.

“Yeah,” Steve admits, chasing Eddie’s mouth as he pulls back. Eddie graces him with another kiss before he pushes Steve back onto the bed with a hand to his chest, grinning.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

[imfinereallyy]

Eddie and Robin most definitely both bite Steve as a way of affection. The kids try it once and get yelled at. They ask why they can’t but Robin and Eddie can. “Simple.” Steve tells them. “Robin is my soulmate, and she’s terrible at processing emotions. She gets to do what she wants.”

“And Eddie?” It’s Mike who says it, with extra snark.

Steve can’t help but be smug when he says, “Well I would answer, but that’s an adults only topic.”

Eddie laughs from the kitchen when he hears the disgusted shouts that follow.

[wynnyfryd]

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[morningberriesao3]

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Eddie’s fingers dance under the hem of Steve’s shirt, tickling against his taut stomach, the trail of hair beneath his navel. The question of whether he’s allowed to undress Steve is sitting precariously close to the tip of his tongue. But he recalls Friday night, how Steve had told him not to ask, just to do. Seemed to get off on Eddie’s bossiness.

He wonders if that carries over to the future. To now. If he should just start stripping Steve and trust that he’d say something if he was doing something wrong. If he didn’t like—

“Eddie. Please.” Steve writhes under his fingertips, back arching high off the bed as his pelvis searches for Eddie’s.

Right. Okay. So Eddie has his answer.

He fills his lungs with air and tries to cement himself in the present moment. He traces his fingers to Steve’s impatient hips, digs them in his warm skin before shoving him back to the mattress.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Eddie scolds like he’s reprimanding one of the Hellfire twerps. But, you know, in a hopefully sexier way. “Good boys behave to get what they want, Stevie.”

[finntheehumaneater]

I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 14)

(Part one) (part fifteen)

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Things were supposed to get worse before they got better. Steve had heard that too many fucking times to count. That his life would get more fucked up before he could be normal again. Before he could go to sleep without nightmares. Before he could lift his arms fully above his head without it hurting. Before he could look at himself in the mirror and not see blood. 

It was going to get worse before it got better, and Steve had no patience, left to wait for ‘better’ to happen.

“So, you’re taking your kids out today, right?” Eddie asked, and it took Steve a moment to register what he was saying from where he was sitting with Wayne at the table. 

“Hm? Oh, uh, they’re not—not mine,” Steve said quickly, his face flushed. He felt hot in Eddie’s hoodie, his fingers tugging at the sleeves. “I just babysit them.”

“I know,” Eddie said, and Steve could feel the smile on his lips when he placed his hands on the back of the chair he was sitting in and pressed a kiss to the top of Steve’s head. 

Steve wished he would be less touchy when Wayne was around—but he didn’t say anything. Wayne didn’t seem to mind, but it felt weird to be touchy like that around someone’s parent. Or not parent, per se, but close enough to one.

“If you want me to drive them instead, I could,” Eddie offered, and Steve nearly hit his head into Eddie’s chin when he shout out of his chair, stiff and panicked even though he didn’t know why. Except he did know, but he didn’t want to admit it.

“No—no,” he said quickly, and he felt his stomach twist when Eddie’s face fell, his hand sliding off of the chair. Wayne stayed silent. Steve wanted him to say something—to change the subject or to leave because the room because this was embarrassing enough as is.

“I mean…no, eds, it’s fine,” he whispered, stepping back over to Eddie and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, even though Wayne was right there, and hoping that it would make Eddie forget that any of this ever happened. It’s what his dad did to his mom, so it was supposed to work, right? “I appreciate the offer, though, it was thoughtful of you.”

Eddie nodded, reaching his arms out like he wanted to wrap them around Steve’s waist, but Steve stepped away, patting Eddie’s shoulder and sighing. “I should, uh…I should go. Gotta pick up my—the kids. Gotta pick up the kids.”

He forced himself to look away from Eddie’s hurt expression—didn’t understand why he looked so hurt anyways—and slipped on his shoes, opening the door.

“Bye, Mr. Munson,” He muttered, giving Wayne a small smile and a wave before slipping outside. His car was parked in the driveway—had been for the past few days after Eddie had driven to Steve’s house with him to pick up some of his shampoo (and his hairspray) so that he could actually wash his hair.

He tried not to think too much about how Eddie was feeling as he drove over to Max’s house.

“He didn’t say goodbye to me,” Eddie muttered, plopping down into the chair with a huff while Wayne got up to pour more coffee into his mug.

“That’s ‘cuz your boy likes me more than you, eds.”

“He does not,” Eddie snapped, glaring at Wayne with no anger in his expression whatsoever. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, chewing on the inside of his cheek in worry. “Is—was Molly ever like this?”

He felt bad for asking—especially since Molly had died before Eddie had been born—but Wayne had told him over and over again that he didn’t want her to be one of those things that people didn’t talk about. That he didn’t want her to be one of those things that people forgot over time.

“Like what?” He asked absentmindedly, but his voice was a bit strained, shoulders set and spine straight. It was hard for both of them to talk about her, but harder on Wayne.

“I dunno. Steve just….he doesn’t talk to me.”

“He’s quiet, that’s for sure. Polite, too.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Eddie muttered, sighing and running a hand down his face, pushing his bangs back from his forehead where they fell. “He doesn’t talk to me about important things. Like what he wants. How he’s feeling. I—half the time it feels like he doesn’t even want to be around me. Everything I do sets him off, and he’s sad all the time.”

“You’re upset with him for being sad?” Wayne muttered back, his tone accusatory as he narrowed his eyes, taking a sip from his mug, his back against the cabinets.

“I’m not upset with him for anything,” Eddie clarified quickly, heat crawling into his cheeks. “He’s allowed to be upset, he’s allowed to feel whatever he wants, but this is…I’m worried. I know it had something to do with the mall fire he was in, but—“

“He was there?” Wayne cut in, his expression softening. 

Eddie nodded, his tongue lame and limp in his mouth.

Wayne sighed, setting his mug down and crossing his arms. “Molly was…she was complicated. Most complicated woman I’ve ever met. She was so stubborn, but…she did whatever I wanted to do. And I think maybe that’s why she left us. You don’t let the same thing happen to you and your boy, you hear me?”

Eddie wanted to get up and hug his uncle. He wanted to, but he didn’t—he could see the way that Wayne’s eyes got all glassy and fogged over, but he stayed put. Wayne would have pushed him away if he had tried to get too close, now, because as much as he loved and put up with Eddie, he still wasn’t a hugger.

Eddie nodded, looking down at the wood of the table.

He heard Wayne sigh again.

“I’m gonna talk to Steve when he gets back. I know some guys who got like this once they were discharged. It’s hard goin’ through somethin’ like that.” 

Eddie looked up when he felt Wayne’s hand clamp over his shoulder. “And then you’re going to talk to him yourself, yeah?”

“Everytime I try to talk about it turns into yelling,” Eddie said desperately, his voice rough and on the edge of pleading even though he didn’t know why. “I hate fighting with him, it makes me feel horrible.”

“I know,” Wayne muttered, his fingers ruffling through Eddie’s hair before he stepped away. It felt weird. Affectionate and grounding, but weird. “But promise me you’ll try. And, if it helps, I don’t think he’ll start yellin’ if I’m in the house.”

Eddie nodded again, not knowing what else to say. 

He let Wayne finish his coffee in silence.

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[desiccatedwithering]

WIP: bat!Eddie

Happy International Bat Appreciation Day! Figured I might as well use @batboysxprompts's Bat to the Bone event as an excuse to post a 1k snippet of my post-s4 bat!Eddie WIP (unbeta'd so ignore any mistakes) 🦇

“Ok,” Steve says, dragging the word out, hands raised to show that he’s unarmed. “How did you get into my house? And where did you come from? Did you, like, escape from a zoo? Should I be calling animal control?”

Eddie lets out an annoyed screech, and Steve jumps.

“...You don’t have rabies, do you?” he asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

Eddie grumbles and shakes his head, giving Steve a look that hopefully comes across as offended.

Steve drags his hand through his hair and mutters, “I’m going insane. There’s no way a bat just shook its head in response to my question. Maybe this is a hallucination. Weird fucking Vecna vision, though…”

Ok. Steve clearly isn’t going to guess the truth on his own. (Which is fair, honestly, because even after getting a crash course in the craziness of the past few years, Eddie doubts that he’d believe that a bat that randomly showed up in his house could actually be a person. It’s still extremely inconvenient, though.)

He wracks his brain, trying to think of some way to communicate with Steve when he can’t actually talk to him, and— Oh. He’s kind of an idiot, isn’t he?

He starts squeaking. Short short shot, long long long, short short short. Pause. Repeat.

Steve squints up at him. “Am I actually going insane, or are you squeaking at me in morse code?”

Eddie nods so furiously his whole body bobs up and down with it, letting out a high, fast chitter. Yes yes yes yes yes!

“Do SOS again,” Steve orders, still staring.

Eddie does.

Steve literally falls to the floor. He doesn’t seem to even notice, just sits sprawled on the carpet, eyes fixed unblinking on Eddie. “Holy shit. Ok. Uh, I don’t know any other morse code, so uh, gonna have to stick with yes or no questions for now.”

Thank fuck, since Eddie hadn’t really considered what might’ve happened if Steve had learned morse code or picked up a guide in… however long Eddie was out of commission for.

“Starting off with a stupid question: You can understand everything I say, right?”

There’s a brief pause where they both stare at each other expectantly.

Hey, big boy, you gonna tell me what I should do for yes and no? He gives Steve a pointed look then squeaks another SOS.

Steve blushes and smiles sheepishly. “Shit, yeah, sorry about that. Um. One squeak for ‘yes,’ two for ‘no,’ three for ‘I don’t know,’ and four for ‘Too complicated for a yes or no.’ Sound good?”

Eddie squeaks once. Honestly, that’s surprisingly thorough.

Steve lets out a sudden, hysterical burst of laughter, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is my life. This is crazy,” he breathes. Then he looks up at Eddie again and says, louder, “I have it on good authority that I always ask dumb questions, so don’t judge me too much. Are you a normal bat that somehow gained the ability to understand English?”

No.

“Are you… from around here?”

Yes, Eddie squeaks. Then, corrects, No. Then, shaking his head in frustration, It’s too complicated for a yes or no.

“Huh,” Steve says, squinting again. “So that sounded like yes and no?”

Yes.

“Alright… Were you born around here?”

Yes.

“But you’re not from here.”

That’s not a question, but Eddie still squeaks that it’s too complicated.

Steve adjusts so he’s sitting criss-cross applesauce, drumming his fingers against his knees. “Fuck, do we have to switch to charades or something? I don’t—”

Yes! Eddie squeaks because oh Steve is a genius. Eddie’s literally a bat right now. He was made for this.

He leaps off the chandelier—falls, really, since he’d just been awkwardly holding on with his thumbs, wings wrapped around it—and takes to the air. Sure, he’s never done this before, but hopefully it’s as instinctual as flying was. He makes a wide arc, aiming for the chandelier again. At the last second, he tucks in one wing. The shift in his center of gravity makes his stomach swoop for a moment, before his feet hit the metal and latch on. Then he’s staring at Steve’s baffled face upside down. He spreads his wings wide, shaking them a little in a sort of Ta da! gesture.

Yes, he squeaks again, for good measure, wrapping his wings around himself in a very bizarre self-hug.

He’s got bat ears now, so he doesn’t have any trouble picking up Steve’s mumbled, “Yes to charades…” His head snaps up, eyes wide. He points at Eddie. “You flipped upside down after agreeing to charades.”

Yes.

“You know about the Upside Down?”

Yes!

“Just to make sure we’re on the same page: like, the Upside Down, which is what we call an alternate dimension filled with monsters.”

Eddie’s not sure if his eye roll gets across or if it’s the exasperated tone of his answering Yes, but Steve also rolls his eyes in response.

“Jeez, sorry for trying to get clarification from the enormous bat that appeared in my house and started communicating with me in morse code.”

Eddie’s ears droop in a hopefully apologetic looking expression, and he lets out a low chitter.

“Don’t worry about it. I get it’s probably frustrating that you’re talking to me rather than someone smarter.” Before Eddie can even think of a way to push back on that, Steve’s moving on: “Ok, so you were born here, but you’re from the Upside Down? Is that what you were trying to say before?”

Yes! Eddie squeaks, hoping that if it seems enthusiastic enough, Steve will realize that he’s doing an incredible job with this. Someone else probably would have called animal control, or wouldn’t be able to figure out Eddie’s mixed messages and ask the right follow up questions.

“Now, when you say you were born here, is that, like, here as in Hawkins or this planet or—? Shit, sorry. Were you born around Hawkins?”

Yes.

“Did you… live in Hawkins before being in the Upside Down?”

Yes.

“Have you always been a bat?”

No.

“Were you a person?”

Oh, Eddie could kiss him. He barely stops himself from dropping from the chandelier to curl up in Steve’s lap, and that’s only because he thinks Steve might have some trauma-based unpleasant reactions to a bat shaped creature suddenly diving at him.

Yes.

Steve takes a deep breath, voice wavering just a bit as he asks, “Did I know you when you were a person?”

Yes!

This whole time, Steve’s been curling into himself more and more, knees tucked to his chest, arm wrapped around his shins, hands clutching his sleeves with white knuckles. He’s balled up smaller than Eddie’s ever seen him. Looking terrified in a way he didn’t when facing down actual monsters and the literal end of the world. He looks like Eddie’s next answer has the potential to shatter him completely.

“…Eddie?” he whispers.

Yes! Eddie squeaks, loud enough that Steve jumps. He wants to repeat it, wants to say it over and over because honestly he never really imagined that someone would figure it out, let alone with a single conversation—but that’d be confusing, so he settles for a high pitched trill to convey his excitement.

[infinite-orangepeel]

✨steddie ficlet: switchy energy, eddie tops then steve does, boys in love and filthy about it, face slapping, choking, religious imagery, daddy kink, breeding kink, pet play, brief reference to somnophilia, dacryphilia

eddie munson fucks like he’s reconciling with tragedy, has something septic and lethal clawing it’s way out of his ribs, and needs to beat the odds before doomsday arrives.

his touch is quick. hot. fervent and skimming—reading between the lines so he can drag steve straight to the end with him.

there is no sanctity about the beginning or middle. everything made there is a blur of sticky heat and noise. slicking off their writhing bodies like midsummer rain.

hipbones jagged. ink infecting every available inch of his skin. eddie’s thrusts are punishing. his moans knock the wind from steve’s lungs.

there is a rapid pulse, brief reprise, and the desperate need to be the concrete vessel for each other’s pain and pleasure.

slaps followed by a dirty kiss. gnawing lips. sucking marrow. red everywhere in the dim light of the room.

they dig their hearts out to present as gifts. small thanks for a lifetime of whatever this is. filthy. lovely. reciprocal confessions kept behind teeth.

they touch each other and the world is remade.

“daddy’s little toy,” eddie growls into steve’s ear; biting, licking, choking, and bruising as he grinds impossibly deeper into a place no one else has ever been, “gonna fuck you so dumb you forget your own name, baby. gonna fuck you so dumb, you only remember mine.”

it’s ravenous. starvation. pulling hair. salted tears. lighting matches. naked truth and a reckless fire that burns from within. annihilates everything in its path.

hand in hand; they break flesh only to repair it under the influence of divine creation.

body to body.

face to face.

heart to heart.

violet stains across their skin. graciously erasing the damages done by those who were too afraid to love them back.

“i love you. i’d kill for you.”

steve’s voice bubbles up to the surface like cheap jewelry tossed into the river at the conclusion of a tired romance.

“there’s a monster in you, isn’t there, baby boy?”

“yes,” steve utters like a devestatimg hymn, “and there’s one in you. in your heart. next to mine. vicious and beautiful.”

eddie’s strong. dominant. hands locked into place on steve’s slender waist like it’s life or death or something greater. beyond him. beyond them. hold tight or die trying.

“i love you and your violent teeth. i love you and your bitchy attitude—all the terrible extremes you’re capable of,” eddie’s breath hitches, but his hands never falter as he fucks him harder, “slap me hard, baby boy—fuck—i’m yours. make it so no one else ever wonders if they can have me.”

“they can’t,” steve whimpers brokenly as he slaps eddie across the face with the utmost adoration, “i’d ruin anyone who tried—fuck—you feel so good, daddy.”

when they switch positions, it’s steve’s knees failing to uphold their promise. collapsing face down into sweat, musk, the stained pillowcase, and abundant sensation.

trembling. shaking. pathetic.

drifting off into lust and want and worship.

babbling ‘more,’ ‘harder,’ ‘faster,’ ‘please, sir;’ like those are the only words he knows.

but, no matter how low he gets, no matter how far he slips—steve will not break.

eddie won’t let him.

eddie will sink his own ship, decimate the grounds, throw himself overboard, before he ever lets steve fade to black.

it’s a cruel love.

damned. perfect. edging sin and purity at the same time.

taking them to the brink and yanking the chain back at the final moment.

letting everything oxidize for longer than is ever necessary. torture. agony. young love.

poetry in the making.

“dumb puppy,” eddie berates, grazing a soothing hand over steve’s reddened ass—spanked ruthlessly by the man he loves, “rutt against the bed—rub yourself raw. that’s it—good boy. perfect boy. best boy for daddy. like you dirty. like you messy. so pretty.”

eddie pours salt into steve’s wounds, laughs giddily at his groans, licks them clean. starts again. pretends.

kisses scars and smirks as he bites down on the constellations covering steve’s back.

breaking apart the universe in his mouth like a confectionary gobstopper. shattered into shrapnel. slack at the tease of thick fingers wrapping around his throat.

nothing will ever be the same and he likes it that way.

“daddy, ‘s so good—wanna be your slut forever. would let you use me in my sleep—trust you—love you—need you—“

steve sobs into damp sheets. fucks his ass back onto eddie’s cock. tastes heat and pennies and holy worship on his lolling tongue.

brave boy takes whatever’s given to him. a beating, fist in his ass, teeth to his jugular, cock spurting load after load into his puffy hole. accepts it all with thanks and gratitude and brown eyes as dark and muse-worthy as the midnight sky.

“cumming inside you, pup. gonna fill you until your tummy’s fat and pregnant. gonna make it take this time. promise.”

eddie links their pinkies next to steve’s head on the mattress—the old thing creaks. smacks into the wall. calls out to neighbors and friends and pedestrians that this is where love is being born and made.

raw. wet. obscene and borderline criminal if you were to walk in at precisely the wrong moment.

make no mistake.

this is heaven. this is where they belong.

paradisium. the end all be all. nothing compares. rose colored glasses stay on for the show and ever after. they are blind to any other possibility. bravely human in the midst of something distinctly wild.

“i’m a mommy,” steve laughs deliriously when eddie cums with a roaring moan and a chorus of sweet declarations to his boy, “i’m a mommy. mommy. mommy. gonna get all round so quick—everyone’s gonna know. i’m gonna be beautiful.”

when steve cums it’s quieter. tangled up in innocent delusion and blushing fantasy—he sees stars in the familiar trap of eddie’s fist. stroking. bleating. aching as his balls tighten up and his head feels featherlight as if full of gossamer fabric.

release is near silent. choked out. eddie laps at his stomach in the aftermath. dips the tip of his tongue in his bellybutton. sparks tears of joy and sighs into his neck where he nuzzles and praises the love of his life for every good deed he’s ever done.

and the bad ones, too.

in the bath.

later.

they share dreams. touch for a second time. slow and easy. fingers caressing tender spots and pushing love into each other where it’s needed.

steve with his legs spread wide. eddie moving up and down with a gentle rhythm. rocking his hips to the beat of steve harrington’s golden heart. spit. bubbles. cum. water that finally runs cold.

“i wish i could live inside you,” eddie whispers when it’s over.

“you already do.”

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MOTOCYCLIST STEDDIE

EVERY time i see this video on my ig reels i cant help but think about these two mf that live rent free in my mind. I swear.

First one is steve, second eddie. Need someone who knows about this stuff to write a steddie motocyclist au enemies to lovers with little bit of angst.

Im talking "they hate eachother till one of them has an accident and when they wake up the other is by their bedside" something like forced proximity? Taking care of the injured one? COUNT ME IN

[steddiealltheway]

WIP Wednesday

pretend this isn't the fourth thing i've posted in the past like... two hours

but this is so cool! Thank you @zerokrox-blog for tagging me!

So this is a Soulmate AU that has been in my head for YEARS, and I've finally started writing it down so... here's the first chapter or maybe only part of it? I'm not sure yet. But here it is :)

A few weeks earlier… 

Steve sprints to the window, unlatching it easily and jumping through just to tuck and roll onto the soft carpet of Robin’s bedroom. 

“What the-” Robin starts to yell until she catches sight of Steve who holds a finger to his lips. He signals for her to close the windows and curtains quickly while he lays on the ground wiping the rain water mixed with blood out of his eyes. 

Robin quietly freaks out as she locks the window and pulls the curtain tight. She flicks on a lamp then digs under her bed for a first aid kit that makes Steve want to squirm away, but he can’t deny the need for some type of treatment for his wounds. As she’s carefully putting bandaids on what he assumes to be a large cut on his forehead, she whispers out, “What the hell happened?” 

Steve breathes out and does a quick assessment of himself. Nothing appears to be broken at the moment, but his vision is slightly swimming as the adrenaline wears off. He lets his eyes close as he leans into Robin. “Turns out I’m going to college with you after all.” 

He doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that she’s giving him a weird look, but he opens them to let her know he’s serious about this. “Robin, promise to never call me ‘Steve’ again, okay?” 

Robin freezes and lets her hand fall from where it was smoothing out a bandaid. “What?” 

“Please,” Steve pleads and looks around frantically. “Call me… call me…” his head is pounding and his stomach slightly churns, so he relies on the last thing he saw, a name too unique to belong to any soul, “Call me Keys.” 

“Okay… Keys,” Robin says testing out the name as Steve’s eyes lull shut. “Now tell me everything.” 

Now 

Moving in sucks. Well, moving Robin in sucks. Steve had told her that she didn’t need to pack her entire room, but she insisted, “Keys, I will not be returning home after my first twenty-four hours away from it! And maybe I’ll need the whistle I got in elementary school! You never know.” 

Steve just sighs and hefts up yet another box from his car, carefully glancing around for anyone familiar before heading up to Robin’s dorm. He curses the broken elevator but realizes it likely wouldn’t have been much help since everyone else is moving in at the same time. He swerves just at the last second as some hyper dude with long hair runs down the stairs past him and Robin. For some reason, he feels a weird draw to them, but they probably just remind him of Dustin who he would’ve yelled at to slow the hell down. He misses that kid. 

Steve huffs as he makes his way to the third story of the building and spots the door to Robin’s room slightly ajar. Robin shoots him a look and they rush over to it only to slow down as they approach. Steve sets down the box and riffles through it settling on grabbing a random plaque from... “Your fourth-grade spelling bee, really?” 

“It’s one of my greatest accomplishments!” Robin whisper yells at him and nudges his shoulder. 

Steve rolls his eyes but takes the plaque and holds it up. He holds up his hand signaling three... two... one... 

Steve shoves the door open and yells as a blonde girl starts to scream. Steve quickly realizes his mistake and puts the plaque down on a nearby table and holds his hands up. “Woah! Oh, shit. Sorry. You must be Robin’s roommate. I’m Steve,” he introduces himself cautiously holding his hand out. 

Only, the girl doesn’t take it. Instead, she seems frozen as she glances over Steve’s shoulder. 

Steve’s hand drops and he looks over his shoulder to see what's happening but he’s only met with the sight of Robin staring longingly at the other girl. Steve looks back at the girl and sees it. “You must be Chrissy,” Steve breathes out. 

The girl nods slightly, and happiness alongside jealousy churns in Steve’s stomach. “Well, it’s been great meeting you. And I’ll just... see myself out. Robin, we can get the rest of your stuff later. I’m just going to head to my dorm.” 

Robin slightly nods, mirroring Chrissy’s same nod from earlier, and Steve is almost positive that neither of them are getting any of what he’s saying. Damn soulmates. 

Steve heaves Robin’s box through the doorway and lightly shoves her in before closing the behind her. This is certainly not how he wanted his college experience to start. 

He rushes down the stairs and tries not to think too hard about the whole Robin finding her soulmate thing. Like, yes, it’s great. He’s glad she has the perfect roommate and a soulmate who clearly just by first looks is crazy about her. But this means... fuck. 

Steve might be abandoned. He knows it’s unlike Robin, but he’s heard the soulmate stories. Christ, they’re literally a person’s other half, so of course they’re going to want to spend all their time with them which leaves Steve... alone. Or awkwardly third wheeling, but the sight of happy couples makes him irrationally angry. 

Well, with everything, Robin says that he should be reasonably angry about the whole soulmate thing, but... 

Steve shakes his head as he climbs into his car and watches that same long-haired boy heave a box up towards the building. Eddie. A voice in his head unhelpfully supplies, and Steve shakes it away because that would be impossible. 

He forces himself to tear his eyes away and look at the campus map. Sadly, he and Robin aren’t living in the same residence hall, but the buildings should be about a five-minute walk away. He spots his building and takes a deep breath as he thinks about dealing with parking. Luckily, he only has about one trip worth of things with him. 

He finds parking and curses under his breath as he rechecks his dorm number and pockets the key they gave him a few hours earlier. He pushes around the few boxes Robin has left so he can get out his one box and old backpack. Hopefully his roommate doesn’t judge him too much. 

The trek to the building isn’t horrible from the parking lot, but Steve is definitely thankful that he lives on the first floor. 

He finds his room fairly easily and digs his key out of his pocket so he can unlock the door. He sighs when he finds it’s already unlocked and prepares to meet his roommate. He tries to appear pleasant as possible and even tightly smiles as he enters the room. Half of it is filled with weird shit like posters and drawings that Steve thinks that Dustin would like. And he’s definitely gotta ask why the hell he has a giant sign that says “Corroded Coffin.” He whistles low when he spots the guitar propped in the corner of the room. He knows nothing about instruments, but he can tell it’s well taken care of. 

The only thing that he finds odd is the lack of a roommate in the room, but maybe he’s in the bathroom or something. 

Steve doesn’t think too hard about it because he’s filled with relief of finally being alone so he can breathe. It’s not that he isn’t a social person it’s just... he needs time to process the whole Chrissy and Robin thing. More than anything he wants to rant to someone about it, but his options of ranting are: Robin. 

But there’s probably a landline in the common area and definitely pay phones nearby so he can call Dustin eventually. 

He tugs at the leather band around his right wrist for a few minutes as he thinks before realizing the anxious tick and trying to stop. He needs Robin to go back to flicking him in the head every time he does it. Soulmarks don’t like being suffocated he guesses. 

He unpacks the few things he has, stuffing the few pairs of clothes he has in the supplied dresser and slipping sheets over his mattress and making up the thin comforter (curtesy of Robin’s mom) and pillow (also Robin’s mom) to make the place look somewhat like a home. He gets a framed picture of him and Robin out of his box and puts it on his desk lastly before turning around and walking towards his door. 

He stops and takes a breath before turning around and taking in his sad display of a room, but he can’t help but smile. Nothing can be worse than his room from a few weeks ago. 

All the sudden, the door swings open and collides with Steve’s back causing him to stumble forward and curse. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were...” the man trails off as Steve turns around. 

It’s the same long-haired guy he saw before, but close up he’s absolutely... 

Eddie. Soulmate. 

Steve’s entire being feels drawn to him, and it’s like he understands what all the soulmates mean when they say as soon as they saw them they just knew. And it feels so right. He’s somehow everything that Steve had always dreamed of since he first got his mark, and nothing at all like what he expected. He’s about to finally say that it’s him, it’s Steve, when he finally shakes himself out of it. 

No, it’s not him. It’s not possible. He’s already met Eddie. 

So, Steve sticks his hand out and says, “I’m Keys.” 

And something about his name must falter whatever is going on in the man’s head as he reaches out and replies, “Kas. Uh, you must be my s- roommate.” 

Steve smiles tightly as the label doesn’t rest well with him. He shakes his hand and can’t help but notice the way his hand feels right in his, but he’s also wearing a band around his wrist that kind of jostles with Steve’s and it feels so wrong like he needs to pry them both off- 

“My roommate who I just hit with the door. Shit, I’m sorry, man, I just got some crazy news that my best friend found her soulmate. At least, I think that’s what I was witnessing because she was just making out with this other girl, and I don’t know, I just kind of ran like hell. And I wasn’t thinking and bam hit you with the door,” Kas rambles out and it’s overwhelmingly endearing to Steve especially when he pulls his hair in front of his face and continues, “Sorry, man, I’m just kind of freaking out.” 

And Steve knows exactly what he means. “I can’t blame you. I just had the same sort of shit happen. My best friend just found her soulmate, and I’m at a loss. I know I should feel happy for her, but I can’t help but think I’m going to be abandoned or some shit.” Steve stops and wonders why the hell he’s talking so much and basically spewing his soul to a stranger. “Sorry,” Steve apologizes and shakes his head, “I don’t usually open up so easily.” 

“Neither do I, but that’s just because I have to keep up my dark and mysterious persona,” Kas says with a bright smile as he raises his hands and wiggles his fingers. 

Steve can’t help but laugh. 

Kas’s smile falls, but more in a dramatic way than a hurt way. “What? Do you not think I’m all dark and mysterious?” 

This makes Steve laugh even harder. He has no idea how this man with the energy of a hyper puppy and the biggest brown doe eyes he’s ever seen has ever appeared threatening or rather “dark and mysterious.” 

Kas sighs and frowns at him, but that just further drives home the point. Steve can’t help but try to stifle his laughter and reply as seriously as he can, “Oh, you’re dark and mysterious alright.” 

Kas lightly shoves him as a blush comes to his cheeks, and Steve doesn’t remember ever feeling so connected to someone as soon as he met them. He can’t help but think that Kas is thinking the same thing as they stare at each other, both smiling as something like hope stirs in Steve. 

He wishes more than anything that soulmates didn’t exist. 

“Hey, Kas!” 

“Keys!” 

Kas and Steve jump back as they stare at the two girls in their doorway who glance back at each other. “No way,” Robin and Chrissy both say together and laugh. 

It takes Steve a moment longer than everyone, but then he’s looking at Kas with wide eyes as he realizes how cruel and kind the universe really is. 

[becomingfoxes]

Catch me drawing the boys side profiles as much as I can 💜

[imfinereallyy]

someone please write a “who did this to you?” fic with Steve and Eddie, but it’s Eddie saying it to Steve. I’ve seen a few with the reverse and I’m not complaining, but I need someone to give this same energy back to Steve. Maybe it’s his dad who hurts him, or running into Tommy or someone getting to handsy with him on a date. I need that pure rage from Eddie when he sees Steve hurt. They are still friends at this point but also right on the cusp of something. And Eddie seeing his boy hurt? (No matter unspoken or not, steve is his boy.) Well, let’s just say it will not go over well for the offender.

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If I’m feeling unhinged enough maybe I’ll write this, but it’s a prompt for anyone.

[stranger-stardustt]

Little snip of the beginning of Dive Off the Deep End (vampire Eddie, Steddie friends to lovers, blah blah blah)! NO TWS just yet, expect for like... mentions of vampires doing vampire things (feeding off of nonhuman prey.) follow #diveoffthedeepend for more snips and updates of this fic!

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Steve wasn’t one to believe in the supernatural. He never understood why people did, why they decided to go along with something that was completely nonsensical. Sure, he found superheroes interesting as a kid, but he never wanted to be one. He didn’t see the point in dreaming about something that wasn’t real.

And then, in the blink of an eye, his life flipped upside down in the most literal sense possible. Everything he thought was fake was true, he was best friends with a bunch of children, one of which was a literal superhero, and he was in constant danger. 

Those four years of chaos were probably the only reason that Steve didn’t completely lose his shit when the presumed dead Eddie Munson turned up at his house in the middle of the night as a vampire, fangs and all. In fact, he was unusually calm about the whole thing, and now the undead was sitting on his couch.

“Are you hungry?” he called from the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips and a beer. “I need to go to the store tomorrow, I can get you whatever you want.”

Eddie blinked at him. “Steve,” he said slowly, gesturing to himself, “I can’t eat human food.”

Hesitating, Steve nodded. “Right. This is going to take some getting used to, sorry.” He pressed his lips together. “When's the last time you…fed?”

“Few days ago,” Eddie answered, kicking his feet up. “I woke up in the Upside Down completely starving, I swear I’ve never been hungrier.” Upon seeing Steve’s concerned look, he spoke more. “I took down a demogorgon, don’t worry. I may be a freak, but even I wouldn’t feed on a human.”

The tension in Steve’s body dropped before he could notice it was there. “Cool,” he said with a nod, falling next to Eddie on the couch. “Um, when will you need to feed again?”

The look Eddie was giving Steve was one of pure confusion. “Soon, probably.” His hands fidgeted in his lap. “Can I ask why you aren’t, like, freaking the fuck out? Because even I’m freaking out a little, and I’m not the one with a vampire in my house.”

Steve simply shrugged. “Honestly?” he began, looking over at Eddie. The vampire's eyes were slightly tinted red, but there was still that same brown in them that Steve found himself comforted by. “I have zero clue. I think after like four years, I’m just not as shocked anymore.” The answer was lame, and Steve knew that. But he didn’t really have any other explanation as to why he was so calm. 

“And you trust me?” Eddie asked slowly, shifting to make direct eye contact. “You trust me enough to think I won’t feed on you in the middle of the night or something?”

Silence rang clear through the air for a moment as Steve thought. Did he trust Eddie? He barely knew the guy, even though they had risked their lives together. And somehow, despite everything, he found himself so sure of his answer. “I trust you,” he confirmed. “I’ll admit, I hadn’t really thought about you… doing that. But I don’t think you will. You’re a good guy, Eddie Munson. So yeah, I think I trust you.” Steve hesitated. “No. I know I trust you.” He focused back on Eddie’s face as his ramble came to an end, and a gasp nearly fell from his lips.

Eddie was grinning at him, fangs on display. It was a smile of pure joy, and that saddened Steve a little bit. He figured Eddie didn’t get a lot of people who trusted him so fully. 

“Thanks,” Eddie swallowed, pressing his lips together to contain his grin. “Means a lot, ya know?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I do.”

[steves-strapcollection]

MAKE ME WRITE: SNIPPET!!

So y'all chose the Strap Collection and sloppy seconds, and I multiplied the votes by 10 and aimed for word count rather than number of sentences, so like... here is 1150 words of pure smut, you're welcome. Somehow the fic is not even close to done like I thought I would actually finish this shit.

Anyway.

Very NSFT nonsense under the cut.

Eddie sobbed as Steve worked his hole, turning his face into the pillow to muffle himself.

“None of that, baby,” Steve scolded gently, reaching up with his other hand to grab his chin, pulling his face out of the pillow. “Let me hear you.”

“Steve,” Eddie whined, grabbing Steve’s wrist with both hands, not to pull his hand away from his jaw, but as if to ground himself. He was rocking his hips back against Steve’s hand, shifting his hips to get some stimulation on his prostate, but Steve deliberately avoided it.

“The only time I want you to come is with my cock buried as deep as you can take it,” Steve practically purred in Eddie’s ear, his hand sliding down from his chin to rest over his bobby Adam’s apple.

“Oh, fuck me, Steve, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Eddie pleaded, straining his throat against Steve’s palm, as if begging him to squeeze.

That was definitely something Steve would revisit when they had a chance to actually discuss the finer details of their intimacy. Lowering his hand back to Eddie’s chest, Steve played with one of his nipples again, tugging the barbell until Eddie was crying out into the dark bedroom.

With a low sound, Steve rolled until he had Eddie pinned beneath him, still three fingers deep in his used hole. Eddie, the perfect angel he was, immediately spread his legs as wide as he could. When Steve sat up to look down at him, Eddie got his knees under him and arched his back, presenting his ass for Steve with a wanton sound.

“Should pump another load into you,” Steve mused, smirking at the babbled pleas that followed that statement. “You’d like that, huh? For me to fuck you’re pretty hole, breed it again, make you properly sloppy, huh?”

“Please, Stevie, please, want it so bad,” Eddie gasped when Steve spread his fingers, testing the tightness of his hole.

“Want what, Eddie?” Steve asked, watching Eddie rock his hips up, fucking himself on Steve’s fingers. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want your cock, any cock I don’t care, just wanna feel it,” Eddie gasped, looking over his shoulder with heated, wild eyes. “Wanna be fucked ‘til I can’t think, wanna be used and bred so bad, please.”

With a low groan, Steve withdrew his fingers and rolled Eddie onto his back, swallowing Eddie’s protest in a hungry kiss, muffling his pleas with his tongue. When he pulled away, Steve let his eyes travel over Eddie’s body, committing the image of him—blushing, spread out beneath him, all pale skin and dark tattoos—to memory.

“Stay put,” Steve said, stooping to kiss Eddie’s slack mouth one more time before he got up to grab a cock and his harness.

Since they had already fucked that night, and he wasn’t gentle the first time, Steve went with one of the cocks that almost looked like a tentacle. It was thinner than the one they used earlier, but it was longer and made of a softer material. It wasn’t small by any stretch of the word, but it also wasn’t huge. Eddie would definitely still feel it, nice and deep.

Making quick work of preparing the cum-tube, Steve stepped back into the bedroom to find Eddie on his knees again, a towel spread underneath him.

“I told you to stay put,” Steve scolded, smacking Eddie’s hip lightly. The man seemed to startle, looking up at Steve in confusion.

“I did,” he said, actually sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

Steve shook his head and before Eddie could even open his mouth to question it, Steve manhandled him onto his back again. Kneeling between pale, tattooed thighs, Steve sighed happily as Eddie blinked up at him.

“Perfect,” Steve hummed, hooking his hands under Eddie’s knees to push his legs up and out, lifting his ass and exposing his slick, glistening hole. “Absolutely gorgeous,” Steve added breathlessly.

“Shut up,” Eddie gasped, his voice muffled, and when Steve looked up at his face again he frowned at the way Eddie was covering it with both hands.

“Hands on the headboard, Eddie,” Steve said firmly, and his stomach fluttered with the way Eddie immediately did as he was told. “No hiding that face from me, and if I call you gorgeous, or pretty, or perfect, you either say thank you or nothing at all, got it?”

At that, Eddie blinked up at him before nodding jerkily. “Okay, thank you, Stevie,” Eddie gasped breathlessly.

“Perfect, just like that. Do you think you need more lube—?” Steve started and Eddie frantically shook his head.

“No, just—please, Steve, need it now. Your cock, please,” Eddie gasped, and Steve looked down to see the way Eddie’s loose hole clenched around nothing.

“As you wish, baby,” Steve sighed, reaching down to position his cock before pushing, sliding inside to the hilt with one relentless thrust.

Eddie arched off the bed with a hiss, his eyes screwed shut as he whimpered. Steve watched him pant and writhe, his eyes taking in every movement hungrily, every new patch of skin Eddie’s blush crawled to.

“So beautiful like this, Eds,” Steve said thickly, shifting his hips back before thrusting back in.

“Like what?” Eddie asked around a whimper, his eyes rolling back at the shifting length inside him, and Steve tsked.

“What’d I say, Eddie?” he asked, and he smiled fondly down at the adorable furrow of Eddie’s brow. Speeding up his movements a bit, Steve asked, “What do you say when I say nice things about you?”

Eddie shuddered, almost grimacing, before he whispered, “Thank you, Steve.”

“That’s it, Eds,” Steve praised, relishing in the way Eddie shivered. “To answer your question, you’re especially beautiful when you’re like this; stuffed full of my cock and leaking precum all over yourself.”

Eddie shuddered and nodded. “Thank you, Steve,” he gasped out again, his fingers curling around the headboard tightly. “Fuck, it’s so deep,” Eddie sobbed when Steve bottomed out and just ground against him.

“Yeah it is, baby, you take it so nice, too, like you’re made for my cock,” Steve said, basking in the shudder that pulled from Eddie. “Can’t wait to fill you up again.”

Eddie sobbed, throwing his head back and meeting Steve’s thrusts. “Please,” Eddie begged, his cock untouched and weeping against his own stomach.

“Wanna pump you full of my cum and plug you up someday,” Steve sighed, speeding up his thrusts as Eddie’s eyes fluttered. Steve groaned, practically growled, “Keep you nice and loose, full and wet. Maybe I can come by your shop, bend you over one of your benches and fuck your sweet hole until you’re crying, huh?”

Tears were already gathering on Eddie’s lashes, his mouth hanging open with his panting, whimpering breaths. He was truly the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen, that much he knew with absolute certainty.

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