#unsteddie

[steddieficrecs]

Steddie WIPs/Unfinished Fics

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Smokin' in the Boys Room by SgntToastybuns

Steve Harrington is nearing the end of his senior year of high school and he has no idea where he's heading in life. His parents are absent, he recently broke up with his girlfriend, and now he's talking to crying band geeks in the boy's bathroom. Maybe getting high with Eddie 'The Freak' Munson will make him feel better.

AU without the Upside Down and Steve becomes friends with Robin and Eddie much sooner.

who are you? (the right one) by percylicious39

"Now, Wayne obviously knows about his nephew's preferences in partners, that one time a glaringly indisputable proof, but he couldn't quite frankly give a single damn about it, love is love and all that crap. Not that he'd understand anything about that crap. Anyway, he has seen Eddie shove enough boys out of his tiny bedroom window to know that they never get to spend the night, and they never get to prepare Eddie's favorite tea at four in the morning on a Wednesday without Eddie even being present in the room. So what the actual hell is this one doing here? And where is Eddie?"

Or five times Wayne meets Eddie's boyfriend and that time he finally learns his name.

Operation Get Steve a Boyfriend by MothToTheFlame

“Steve,” Dustin declares, a hand placed on his chest. “It would be my honor to be your wingman.”

 

or:

5 times Dustin tries to set Steve up with Eddie, and the 1 time it actually works.

Eddie Motherlovin' Munson by VacumCleanr (CharTheQ)

In which Karen Wheeler has a thing for long haired metalheads in tight jeans, and Steve is jealous as all hell.

Punk Princess by YouMakeMyHeartHowl

Steve Harrington spends the summer of 84' learning about Punk culture and Queer culture and comes back his senior year as a whole new man

 

Eddie is gay panicking all over the place

So is Steve

Harrington Charm(s Hellfire) by sailors_ink

Sometimes Eddie thinks the real Upside-Down is his life after they close the gates and save the world because this? This thing where his band, his club, his friends are all intruding on his own personal Steve time?

Not fun. No, not fun in the slightest.

off the beaten path by pukner

"I'm saying this," says Steve, loudly, cutting him off, "because someone I love is, uh, gay. And I love them, but like, platonically. And also me calling you a queer might've been a little hypocritical, in restrospect."

There is a long, baffled pause.

"What," says Jonathan, "Steve, are you--are you coming out to me?"

Steve frowns, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am. Cool."

Or, post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana.

Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons.

 

OR: Steve figures out he's bi before Eddie figures out that he's gay. Eddie still manages to fall first.

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by KiaraMGrey

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks?

And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

you can let it all go by lyrical_litany

After the portals close, life goes on. Eddie and Steve sort through it together.

or

the future of the Party through the eyes of Eddie and Steve.

Caught in the Middle by Yamiswift

In the aftermath of Vecna Eddie can't seem to stop himself flirting with Steve. In the space of a single conversation he's told the guy to keep the jacket, compared himself to a fair maiden, and fucking winked apparently! Surely there's still some monsters left so he can fling himself into the upside-down and not have to face how embarassing he's being.

Steve is certain that all the feelings he's been having about Eddie are platonic with a captial P. True, he can't stop looking at the guy, and touching him, and thinking about how pretty he is and how soft his hair looks- But that's all totally normal friend stuff. Totally, completely, normal.

A fic exploring how the aftermath of vol. 2 could have gone had Vecna been defeated a few minutes earlier. Featuring Eddie's disaster flirting, The Jacket, Steve and Robin playing detective about Steve's sexuality, a Bi-awakening, Steve and Eddie co-parenting six children, and everyone else's reactions to the whole mess.

[a-little-unsteddie]

cw: child abuse mentioned, child neglect

Steve, who was never allowed to play in the snow as a child because it was ‘too messy’. Steve, who stared longingly outside as he watched other kids play in the snow. Steve, wanting to build a snowman, or an igloo, or have a snowball fight, but was denied each and every time by his parents. “It’s uncouth, Steven.” “It’s dirty, Steven.” “You’ll just whine that you’re cold, Steven.” “No.” “No.” “No.” Until he stopped asking altogether, even as he stared out his bedroom window at the other kids playing. Steve who loves the snow but was never allowed to play. The one time he snuck out, he was brought inside being dragged by his ear and spanked until he cried.

And then some for crying at all.

Steve goes shopping with his mom and sees a snow globe and all but cries for her to get it for him. If he can’t have the snow outside, he wants to have a snow globe to have it inside. She lets him get it, but not without commenting ‘at least it’s not going outside’.

Thus starts a collection, of sorts. Whenever he sees a new snow globe, he makes his mom buy him it and because he never asks to go outside to play in the snow if she buys one, she keeps buying them for him.

He has around 10 or 15 snow globes by the time he’s a teenager and left alone more than he isn’t. He still doesn’t go out to play in the snow, even if he silently yearns to, because now he’s ‘too old’ to play out in the snow. Tommy doesn’t like being cold, so he never goes out, and Carol won’t do something if Tommy’s not there, so Steve doesn’t bother asking her to go outside.

Steve becomes friends with Dustin and the rest of the party, and he still doesn’t let himself play with them, even when Dustin begs him to. He passes on the same excuses to him as his mom told him, and the words feel like ash in his mouth, but he doesn’t just play in the snow like he’s aching to. It’s too cold, he’ll be wet and miserable later, he doesn’t want to get water all over the house.

Mostly, they’re excuses because he’s kind of worried he doesn’t know how to play in the snow. That somehow he’ll be bad at it.

Eventually, when he and Robin become friends and their first winter together happens, he tells her this secret fear. It’s right after the kids go out to play, and it’s just them, and he whispers to her.

“I don’t think I’ll be any good at it.”

Robin is confused, of course, because how can you be ‘bad’ at playing in the snow? He elaborates to her that he’s never played and she’s less confused but more angry at his parents, which he thinks is an over reaction and she insists he’s having an under reaction, whatever that means, and the moment passes. Steve is relieved to have revealed that much to her. He still doesn’t go outside, and Robin gets cold easily, so she doesn’t want to go outside, so they stay inside together.

He still collects snow globes, when he sees them. He buys one in front of the kids and brushes it off as a white elephant gift for a family thing, but displays it in the unused guest bedroom with the rest of the snow globes. It’s on the other side of the house from where every other guest bed is, so usually no one takes it, and so he knows his collection is safe.

Even if he keeps it secret, and plans to keep it secret forever, until the following winter, after the spring break from hell and after the grueling summer and cool fall brings the snow again and Eddie Munson is a menace in his life. He’s by far the most energetic person that he’s ever been friends with, all touches and open affection, it’s almost too easy to fall for him.

Eddie is nosy as hell and of course it’s him that finds the collection of snow globes.

“What’s this?” Eddie’s voice echoes from down the hall and it takes Steve a few seconds to process where his voice is coming from before he’s rushing down the hall and into the unused guest room.

Along the left wall, there’s a shelf that stretches from wall-to-wall filled with snow globes.

Embarrassment shoots through him, and he shrugs. “…snow globes.” he explains badly, wincing when Eddie turns towards him with an unimpressed look. It quickly morphs into concern because for some reason, Steve’s started tearing up and once the tears start they don’t stop.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry,” Eddie soothes, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to, sweet thing.”

And the thing is, Steve does want to explain. Suddenly overcome with the urge to spill everything, in fact. So he does. He tells Eddie about his mom and dad refusing to let him play in the snow, the one time he got caught and got spanked for it, the snow globes, the fear of being bad at playing in the snow, still desperately wanting to despite it.

Through it all, Eddie holds him and listens. He hums occasionally to acknowledge what Steve is saying, but never interrupts him, for which Steve is glad because he doesn’t know if he’d be able to continue if he was stopped for any reason.

At the end of it, when Steve’s tears have dried, and they’re curled up in a pile of blankets on the couch, Eddie vows to teach him out to play in the snow. How to make a snow angel, a snowman, an igloo, a snowball — everything. He whispers these promises and plans into his ear, their hands intertwined where they lay on Steve’s lap.

And he follows through. With everything.

And the next time the kids beg him to play, he plays his part and says no, because he’s still anxious he’s going to do it wrong, Eddie throws a snowball at his back while he’s busy arguing with Dustin. And silence falls over everyone, waiting for Steve’s next move. Because he’s never given in, and no one’s ever pushed their luck like that.

Steve turns towards Eddie, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Oh, it’s on, Munson.”

The kids cheer and then it’s chaos of snowballs being lobbed at one another.

Later, when everyone is warming up with hot cocoa, and Steve is curled into Eddie’s side with a blanket tossed over their laps, Steve knows he’s never been happier to have met Eddie, who taught him how to play in the snow.

“Thank you,” Steve whispers to Eddie, who hums curiously, lazily looking at him from the corner of his eye. “For teaching me how to play in the snow.”

“Always, Stevie. I’ll always help you.”

And it sounds like a promise.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

hello friend here is a potential lil thing for you: kas!eddie who’s a Good Boy for steve but is still growly at the others (think ‘it don’t bite’ ‘bitch yeS IT DOES’) (it’s a wip, steve is trying his best)

this ended up a lot...sweeter than i intended? and i'm not too sure about the ending but i had to stop it there or i'd end up trying to write a full fic (≧∀≦)ゞ hope you enjoy, friend!!

“And he’s here because?”

Steve pats Eddie’s head when he hands the paprika over, smiling at his goofy (and fanged) little grin. He starts to sprinkle the spices over the pan, not even looking over his shoulder to reply, “He likes to help me cook.”

There’s a long moment of silence so Steve switches off the heat and turns around, thanking Eddie when he gives him a dishcloth to wipe his hands with. When he looks back to the group seated at the island, he has to blink to register all their faces of disbelief.

“You took our Dungeon Master,” Mike starts patiently, which Steve will give him credit for. “Who has been accused of several crimes and then got turned into a terrifying, awesome bat-man with, like, wings and teeth and shit -”

Steve could have sworn Mike used to be better at description whenever they play their sessions.

“And you’ve turned him into your sous-chef?”

Blinking, Steve looks to Eddie, who gives him a preening smile and takes the dishcloth away, and looks back to Mike, whose face is getting paler every second. “Uh,” he shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Steve, I swear by all that is -”

Mike’s tirade is cut off by a growl and Steve lets out a sigh. “Hey,” he admonishes, nudging the rumbling bat-man with his elbow. “We talked about this, no growling at the kids.”

Eddie huffs and ducks his head down to bap his forehead against Steve’s shoulder. He moves his head from side to side so he’s basically rubbing his forehead into Steve and wisps of Eddie's hair brush against his neck, making Steve bite back a laugh.

Clearly, Eddie caught that and rubbed even harder into Steve’s shoulder until he broke into laughter, black eyes glancing up at him with a mischievous smile.

“You were right.”

Steve looks over to see Dustin staring at Mike’s fuming red face, deadpan. Eddie pauses.

“He’s tamed him.”

“What?” Steve sputters, choking out a laugh when Eddie moves in closer to nuzzle at his neck, hair now tickling at his nose. “Who tamed who?”

Mike sneers. “It’s whom, dumbass -”

And just like that, Steve is being held tightly against Eddie, who hisses at Mike. Thankfully, he's used to it by now and just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“Eds,” Steve pats the hand on his chest that presses him into Eddie. "It's okay, he's just having a Michael Moment."

"What the fuck did you just -"

Of course, the little shit can't keep his mouth shut and that just aggravates Eddie even further and well, time for damage control.

"No," Steve says firmly to Eddie, who blinks and stares at him. He then turns to the kids and points a finger at them. "What did we say about name-calling?"

"Bite me -"

"Dude," Lucas, golden child that he is, shakes his head and shoves at Mike's head. "Just shut up and eat your muffin."

"Thank you, Lucas," Steve grins and Eddie huffs, still holding Steve tightly against him. With a fond sigh, Steve wiggles around and manages to face Eddie, smiling at his fanged pout. "Thank you for trying to protect me, Eds."

It's something he started doing after a few days hiding out at Steve's place. At first, he was wary and would hiss whenever Steve got too close, only letting Dustin in his space, only really caring about Dustin at all. And it wasn't...unpleasant, Steve would rather he care about the kid more than anyone else than not at all. It did make cleaning him up difficult but having Dustin sit with him and ramble about whatever the hell he could seemed to help.

Then Dustin had to leave and it was just them.

And then Steve, eventually, figured out it was like trying to befriend a scared cat. Obviously, Eddie was terrified and just needed some time, space and a little bribery to adjust to the new...everything that he was.

So with some of that time and space, Steve got a chance to make his way into Eddie's exceptions and barely gets hissed at anymore, unless it's playful. Sometimes Steve hisses back, and the first time caught Eddie so off-guard that he held Steve down while sniffing around, like he was looking for whatever made the sound.

It made Steve laugh but just confused Eddie, so he did his best to imitate Eddie's chirp, the one he does whenever Dustin asks a question, and Eddie was so flabbergasted that he started chirping back without a thought. He looked half-insulted at the fact and that just set Steve off again.

Once Eddie figured out it was Steve making the noises, he got so excited that he'd always chirp at him, jumping into Steve's space and doing goofy things to make him laugh. It'd always work, duh, cause Eddie's a funny guy, even when he's half-Upside-Down-monster.

He also ended up liking Steve so much that he gets pretty overprotective, which - it's sweet, it makes Steve feel wiggly, but they're still working on who exactly Steve (and Dustin) need protecting from.

That one time when Eddie growled at Nancy for elbowing Steve would be hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying.

...It was pretty funny though.

"This is terrible." Mike says, and Will lets out a sigh. Mike gapes at him and throws his hands in Steve's general direction. "You can see how this is terrible, right?!"

"Brat," Eddie croaks under his breath, right next to Steve's ear and he doesn't even bother holding back, breaking into a bout of laughter that has him clenching at his stomach for relief. He can feel Eddie's excitement buzzing under his skin, right where his cheek rests against Steve's. "Snooty brat."

"Is he saying something?" Dustin asks excitedly and Steve has to wave him off half-heartedly, still reeling from the pain of laughing too hard. Dustin then sounds deadpan again as he says, "Oh, he's talking shit about us, isn't he?"

"Ressspect your elderrrrrs," Eddie hisses into the air with a grin and god damn, the look of pure devastation on Dustin's face -

"The first words he speaks to us since turning Demo-Eddie and it's about being respectful." Dustin hides his face in his hands. "What has the world become?"

"He gets his dramatics from you," Steve says to Eddie, who looks back at him smugly and nudges his nose into Steve's face. "Ow, hey, watch it -"

"Getsss hisss courrage f'om you," Eddie presses his lips to Steve's cheek and -

Huh.

Well.

That's new.

Wait -

"Oh my god," Steve stares at Eddie, who preens under the attention. "I have a monster boyfriend."

The kitchen breaks out into chaos and all Steve can think about is how pretty Eddie's eyes are when he's smiling.

[nburkhardt]

what is something you’ve been wanting to write, but haven’t? (@a-little-unsteddie)

The second part to my hair salon fic. I really want that to be finished but the inspiration for it died :(

On top of that, I’ve currently been mentally drained and words are not happening whatsoever for anything.

[eddiethehunted]

it’s always so funny to me when someone who hates a ship reblogs a drawing of said ship but tags it with a different character. sure it’s just his ass but that is steve

[steventhusiast]

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? (@a-little-unsteddie)

hmmm i feel like i've not really done original characters or reader inserts before since i tend to write quite short fics hmmm. but i think i'd find it easier to write a reader insert character considering how much i project onto the characters i write :D

writers truth and dare ask game

[steddieasitgoes]

🌩️🌩️🌩️ for the wip ask :D (show something funny/cracky from your fic)

Oh, this is a fun one!

This is a medium sized snippet from the piece I'm working on for @thefreakandthehair spicy six summer challenge! I find it funny/cracky so hopefully, you do too lol

Turning back to the door before Steve can say anything, he goes back to trying to untangle his stupid keys when there’s an ear-piercing squawk from inside, followed by a gruff groan from Wayne.  “What the hell was that?” Steve asks.   “Etta.” Eddie finally gets the house key free from the tangled mess of his keychain and moves to stick it in the lock when he feels a clammy hand wrapping around his bicep. When he turns, he finds a pale-faced Steve looking at him with wide eyes.  “Eddie,” Steve hisses. “You’re uncle, and this Etta lady are clearly going at it! You can’t go in there!”  There’s a brief moment of silence before bursts into uncontrollable laughter. His body flails around on its own accord, wheezes coming between gasps for air. He’s pretty sure he looks like a damn fool, but he can’t help it. This is too fucking funny.  “Look, I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with your uncle, but it’s a totally fucked up one if you think this is hilarious instead of scaring!”  A tamer laugh courses through Eddie, one that doesn’t have him grasping at his stomach in pain but still one that has him thoroughly amused. Righting himself, he glances down at Steve just as Etta lets out another squawk. The noise startles Steve again, and he looks somewhere between greatly disturbed and utterly embarrassed. And then he’s moving, turning on his heels to high tail it back to the car until Eddie stops him.  “Steve,” Eddie says between wheezes. “Etta is my uncle’s Macaw.”  “Oh.” A wave of crimson takes over Steve’s face, drowning out the ghostly pale of a few moments ago. “Yeah, oh.” Eddie drops his hand from Steve’s and goes back to opening the door. It creaks open as Eddie turns to face Steve. “Though, if I may be totally straight with you, I’m a little concerned you think that’s what a woman sounds like in bed. What are you doing to these poor Hawkins girls, Stevie?” 

ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects

[raiderlucy]

1, 14, and 32 <3

1. What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made?

It's hard to pick just 3 lol, but i gotta go with this scoops troop set, this yellowjackets set and this johanna mason set ;)

14. How long does it usually take you to make a set?

Depends on the set, the easy just straight up single shot sets a couple of hours, other more complicated sets that have blending and other things, ranges from hours to days to sometimes even weeks, it depends on if photoshop wants to be good, my motivation or if i'm easily distracted that day.

32. What is your favorite tool/adjustment layer in Photoshop

Depends on what i'm working on but i love messing around with colour balance, selective colour and the hue/saturation layers, i just love learning how i can change colours whether it's making a gifset look more normal and not dull af with shit lighting (looking at you duffer brothers...) or just changing up colours to look different 🌈

Ask Me Some Gifmaker Questions 😘

[strangersteddierthings]

pink n yellow n green <3 (@a-little-unsteddie)

biting you back! Also would absolutely go touch grass with you <3

[cuips-not-cute]

then they fuck nasty (oh my god i’m salivating for this -@a-little-unsteddie)

hehe i think this one will be just a oneshot and it is very heavily inspired by another fic i read,, will have to dig that one up so i can link it eventually but uhh basically steve pays eddie a visit right after eddie has finished jerking off, walks in his room that absolutely reeks of pussy and calls him out on it, cue some silly misunderstandings and horny fucking. here's a lil snippet:

"So what, you got a pussy scented candle in here or something? Spill where you got it from man," Steve pauses to inhale, nostrils flaring, "it's, fuck it's really good."

"Uh," Eddie's eyes betray him, darting to the nondescript box on his dresser. Steve's on it in a flash.

"This it, then?" Steve says, holding his giant fucking unwashed dildo by its silicone balls, pointing the thing at Eddie.

He can only nod.

"So how's it work? The smell come out the tip?" And Steve gives the sticky head a nice long sniff, nodding sagely.

Eddie wishes there was a cliff he could walk off. Because what the fuck?

[patchworkgargoyle]

hihi! 11, 17, 23, 28 for dominik pls pls 💛 (@a-little-unsteddie)

Hello!! aaa thanks so much for asking!! :D

11. Are they a heavy sleeper or do they wake up easily?

I think it takes Dom a while to fully fall asleep, and he fusses a lot while he's trying to sleep, but once he's out, he's out. And he's horrible at waking up. He will not be verbal for a good half hour when he first wakes up, and will glare daggers at anyone who tries to be cheerful at him.

17. What's their favourite time of the year and why?

Answered this one over here!

23. Do they talk to themselves?

Definitely, though it's more like half-formed mumbling, and it's usually when he's practicing or playing bass, or writing a song. He's not even aware that he's doing it most of the time xD

28. How does your character feel about wearing jewellery?

Dom will take any opportunity to wear jewellery! He loves to accessorize, which fits his stage presence (for a time, he was part of a band named Rake, and the gimmick was they were masked and anonymous, with a bird theme) based around magpies. His usual go-to is silver jewellery, but very rarely he'll wear gold, but he'll never mix the two.

Ask me more oc questions pleasepleaseplease

[steddieficrecs]

WIP/Unfinished Steddie Fics

⚠️Read at your own risk⚠️

Freak Trumps King by apatheticBlues

Okay, so not only is Steve Harrington apparently not a douche, but he’s also kind of a mess?

Now that Eddie is properly looking, he notices the slight bags under Steve’s eyes and how his face is drawn, as if he hasn’t been getting enough sleep. That doesn’t make sense– Eddie would think that Steve is living a cushy life, with his mansion and parents that probably pamper him like a goddamned baby. This Steve doesn’t look pampered at all; instead, Eddie can see a familiar haunted look in his eyes that screams he’s just like you.

••• ••• •••

If you looked up the definition of "fucked-up" in the dictionary, Steve Harrington's face would be plastered right next to it. After living through two Upside-Down debacles now, it makes sense. Eddie Munson doesn't know about that, but he does notice how similar he and the former King of Hawkins High really are.

(Set after Season 2)

Open the Door For Me by zbee246

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson were not friends. Sure, they had defeated Vecna together, but that was about all they had in common. That is until Robin and Eddie started hanging out.

Kickstarted by Eddie and Robin's sudden and seemingly peculiar friendship, Steve embarks on a grueling journey of self-discovery with Eddie Munson at its epicenter.

I was standing/you were there by LikeMmmCookies

“What’s Eddie going to do?” Dustin’s question is followed by a series of “ssshhh" and Robin adding, “Come on man, don’t ask him that, his house is gone.”

“He’s going to stay with me.”

Eddie’s face snaps to Steve when he says that, something unreadable in his eyes. Without really realizing it, Steve wraps his free hand around Eddie’s calf, thumb pressed gently to the back of his knee. “If he’s okay with that,” Steve adds softly, for Eddie alone.

Eddie regards him for a moment before slowly nodding. “He is.”

Steve rescues Eddie from the Upside Down and takes him home for recovery.

No One Listens to the Dead by billynsteve

Steve should have told Robin how he felt the moment she came out to him, drugged up on the floor of the Starcourt bathroom. But he didn't.

Now he's stuck in limbo. No school. Dead-end job, and his secret fling is wanted for murder.

OR

Steve is grappling with the fact that the world is falling apart around him. He is drowning. One night of sharing a joint leads to a second, and a third, and suddenly Steve can breathe. Eddie, the boy he tormented for years, is the air in his lungs. Until he's not. And then the world falls apart again, and Eddie isn't there to save him.

Fresh Start Fever by aryanightshade

Steve Harrington has never known love to go two ways. It's always him giving and everything else taking and taking and taking, and the Upside Down has taken more than anything.

It almost takes Chrissy Cunningham too, when Eddie Munson invites her to his trailer to buy drugs.

She lives.

Everything changes.

-

Or, Steve and Eddie get the chance to fall in love before the world ends (again).

(And again)

Your Name Here by goldenhousesys

Canon rewrite where Steve and Eddie are gayer and eventually get together. Fluff and possibly some angst later on. Also POV switches between Steve and Eddie

The trials and tribulations of thin walls and your nephews annoying friends. by itsNotThatDeep

Robin tries to speculate on Steve's type, Eddie helps, Steve's embarrassed, and Wayne wishes he wasn't along for the ride.

excerpt:

"He?!"

A moment of silence.

"...Steve Harrington. Did you have a relationship with a guy and still not realise you were queer??" Robin demands, and Wayne almost doesn't gawk at her blatantly calling Steve queer. For the second time this evening, his brain helpfully reminds.

"It wasn't a relationship" The older teen weakly defends.

took you for a working boy by pukner

"Do you--Harrington, do you know other gay people?"

"One," Steve says, and then, after a moment, "and a half."

"And a half?" Eddie boggles at him, "What does that mean?"

"He's figuring it out!" says Steve, defensively, "Taking his time, y'know? Whatever, the point is. It's cool you're gay, man."

-

Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit.

Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it.

Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted, and outsources a crisis he isn't having.

Boys Wanna Be Her by ruggedbrilliance

El comes out to the party as non-binary, and Steve has a panic attack about it. But not for the reason you might think.

Now, Steve is dealing with a gender crisis, and also his feelings for a certain metal head.

A Father By Any Other Name by towardthesun

Wayne Munson didn't hate Steve Harrington. He just really, really, really, didn't like him.

A conversation he witnesses between Steve and Dustin might just start to change that though.

⚠️disclaimer⚠️ - if you use AI to complete any of these fics i will come into your house and open a portal into the upside down

[a-little-unsteddie]

Steve had known it was a bad idea from the beginning.

Dustin had come barreling in to Family Video, dragging a disgruntled Eddie Munson behind him, begging him to host Hellfire because the school was hosting some christmas fundraiser and didn’t want the Dungeons and Dragons club interfering with the event.

“Steve,” Dustin cried, eyes wide, lip jutting out, “please let us have Hellfire in your house.”

Steve stared at Dustin, unimpressed. He had one eyebrow raised, with his hands on his hips. “Why can’t you have it at one of the other members’ houses? Y’know, as they’re in the club. I’m sure one of them can play host for your dumb little game.” He argued, ignoring Munson behind Dustin. Well, trying to. The Dungeon Master looked wildly uncomfortable to be there, glaring directly behind Steve in defiance.

“Because, none of their houses are big enough for all of us,” Dustin explained, leaning over the counter. Steve scrunched his nose up at the action, gently pushing him back a few inches. Robin was standing next to him, looking amused, gaze flickering back and fourth while watching the scene unfold. Traitor.

“Right, so why can’t you just postpone the game then?” Steve asked, sighing. He grabbed a few tapes from the returns bin, walking around the counter to actually do his job.

At that question, Eddie finally spoke, “We can’t just postpone the session, that’d be stupid. I told you he wouldn’t do it, Henderson.” Steve paused, cursing himself for being affected by the tone that Eddie had taken on. He knew that tone, that was a ‘why would King Steve do anything to help others’ tone, or worse a tone that implied he didn’t believe Steve was actually friends — or whatever — with Henderson.

Steve turned around slowly, white knuckling a tape in his right hand by his side. He saw Dustin deflating, before seeing him puff up, getting ready to defend Steve.

“He always does this,” Dustin explained, “acts like he’s not gonna give in when he’s totally going to give in.” Steve watched as Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes in disbelief, opening his mouth to make some scathing remark. Steve narrowed his eyes, absolutely not.

“Right, because you—”

Steve cut Eddie off, turning around so he wouldn’t have to face Dustin as he finally gave in. “Fine,” he sighed, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. He heard something fall, but refused to turn to see what it was before he continued. “You can have your Dorks and Demons meeting at my house.” Robin snorted from behind the counter, meeting Steve’s glare with an amused grin.

“Yes! Told you, Eddie! Thank you—” Dustin began, but Steve cut him off.

“You’re cleaning up after, and you’re all gone by 9 P.M.,” Steve said, turning to face Dustin. The freshman grinned at Steve toothily, not fading even as he took in Steve’s stern look.

“Absolutely!” Dustin agreed, bobbing his head in agreement rapidly. He turned to Eddie, who looked surprised. Dustin either didnt see, or didn’t care, as he continued babbling away to Eddie as he dragged him out of the shop as quickly as they came in. Steve felt a knot at the pit of his stomach forming, twisting uncomfortably as he took deep breaths to try and soothe it.

“That was nice,” Robin commented, leaning on the counter with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. Steve schooled his expression to be one of nonchalance before turning to face her.

“Well, someone’s gotta do it. I guess,” he sighed, returning the final movie finally before making his way behind the counter. Once securely next to Robin, he looked at her with wide eyes. “Eddie Munson hates me and this is a terrible idea. Will you be there? Please?” He asked, pouting at his best friend.

“I’m sorry, dingus. Family dinner tonight, otherwise I would,” Robin said, looking apologetically at Steve. While she didn’t want to go, she also knew how bad Steve’s anxiety had gotten over the last few months after Starcourt. Steve groaned, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.

“It’s fine, I know how your family is,” he sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

“Call if anything happens, though,” Robin said, nudging Steve’s side.

—

Steve knew it was a bad idea when at 3:30pm, Dustin knocked on his door with the rest of Hellfire standing behind him. Still, Steve wanted them to have a good time and made sure he had a variety of drinks and snacks available. He had taken the dining room table and moved it to the living room, so that way they would have more space.

“Hey, Steve!” Dustin greeted, barreling past him. Steve rolled his eyes fondly, a small smile gracing his face as he watched the curly haired boy run past, quickly followed by Lucas and Mike.

“Hey, losers,” Steve greeted the kids, “your favorites are already at the table, help yourself.” He called out to them, before turning to face the older members of Hellfire. They all looked vaguely uncomfortable, if not a little upset to be there. Steve felt his stomach twist again, clearing his throat to dislodge the anxiety a bit.

“Welcome, feel free to help yourselves to the kitchen. Snacks are on the island and drinks are in the fridge. Grab whatever,” he explained, opening the door wide enough to let everyone in. They all looked between each other before walking into the house. Steve let out a weary sigh once he shut the door, making his way after them.

Once everyone had taken their spots around the table, Steve noticed only the kids had the snacks still. He hesitated for a moment before awkwardly making his way to the table of nerds. Immediately, everyone’s eyes were on him, the kids with curious looks and the older boys with suspicion and confusion.

“Uh, there’s Coke, Sprite, Mt. Dew, Dr. Pepper and Strawberry Soda in the kitchen. Anyone want anything?” Steve asked tentatively, glancing at each of the older Hellfire members.

Gareth scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t need your drinks, Harrington.” The name was spoken with vitriol, leaving a sour taste in Steve’s mouth. “Figures you’d try to buy us.” Dustin and Lucas frowned at the words, while the others laughed. Mike stayed silent, looking a bit amused, but still unsure if he should laugh. Steve swallowed thickly, leaving the room.

“Now that he’s gone, we can get started,” Eddie said, clapping his hands together. The kids were easily distracted by the words, their discomfort quickly leaving to be replaced with anticipation over the start of a new campaign.

For the next few hours, Steve stuck to the dining room, listening to the campaign. He had to admit, it sounded pretty interesting. Eddie had called it ‘the Cult of Vecna’, which seemed to get everyone pumped for the rest of the game. He would occasionally try to offer drinks or snacks, only to be rebuked every time. He eventually decided to just silently deliver Dustin, Lucas and Mike’s refills, before leaving quickly again to avoid the scathing remarks from the older members. After the first few times, even Mike had gotten uncomfortable with the remarks. It seemed to drain the kids energy, watching Steve get belittled at every turn.

“We can get our own drinks.”

“No, Harrington. We don’t want your damn snacks.”

The last comment he got before giving up entirely was one that hurt him the most, he thought.

“We’re not going to steal anything, you can stop hovering.”

So he stopped trying, sticking to the kitchen or dining area.

Around six thirty in the evening, Steve made everyone sandwiches. Dustin had told him about Jeff being a vegetarian and made sure there were options for him as well. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the table with apprehension. Unfortunately for him, he hesitated long enough for Dustin to notice him hovering again.

“Steve made sandwiches!” Dustin said excitedly. Lucas and Mike perked right up, turning to face the babysitter. Steve flushed, shrugging helplessly.

“It’s dinner time and I’ve only seen the kids eating, so I made sandwiches,” he said quietly, avoiding the gazes of the older members. He focused on Dustin, who grinned toothily at him, making grabby hands. Steve snorted at it, walking forward and placing the tray of sandwiches on the table, purposely standing between Lucas and Mike to not have to stand near the older members.

“Uh, these ones are vegetarian,” he said, placing the second plate down near Jeff. Jeff looked at him surprised before grabbing one of the sandwiches. Frankie groaned, rolling his eyes at Steve.

“What are we? Twelve? We can take care of ourselves, Harrington.”

Jeff hesitated for a moment, but still grabbed the sandwiches Steve had made specifically for him. Gareth looked vaguely uncomfortable, while Frankie just openly glared at Steve.

“We didn’t ask for these,” Eddie said, tone sharp. “Leave us alone, man. Don’t need to bullshit with us.”

Steve felt his stomach drop and tensed at the words that Eddie spoke, tears immediately filling his eyes. He turned abruptly and walked towards the front door, slamming it behind him as the tears began to fall.

Yeah, Steve knew it was a bad idea to let Dustin convince him to host Hellfire.

The table stared after him in shock, flinching at the door slamming. Dustin turned to face the older members, eyes fiery with rage.

“What the fuck was that?”

———

listen i just wanted to write unresolved angst. not my best work honestly, but i still like it. not beta’d because why would i. i doubt i’ll continue this, because it’s just intended to be Sad.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

spider-ed, spider-ed (does whatever a spider can)

since i gave a general-ish synopsis here, you get a snippet of one of my favourite scenes!!!

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"Hey man, have you -"

"Oh my fucking god!" Eddie shouts, whirling around to whoever decided to ruin his bad day even more and laughing maniacally. "I get it! I get it, it's the big game, everyone's gonna be there, this is the time of our lives, I fucking get it! Never been so fucking proud to be a tiger, hoo-fucking-ray!"

His heavy breathing echoes in the hallway and Eddie finally realizes he's been yelling at the Gorgeous Guy that's spent the entire time blinking dumbly at him.

"I was gonna ask if you've seen my friend but," the guy-with-pretty-moles chuckles, running a hand through his voluminous hair as his other hand rests on his hip. Eddie stares as the situation creeps up on him, like watching a sledgehammer shatter a window in slow motion. "I'm gonna guess you're a little preoccupied."

The guy readjusts his backpack and starts walking towards - no, past Eddie, who's still frozen as the weight of what just happened crushes his mind from the inside. "I -"

"No worries," the guy says as he walks past Eddie, patting his shoulder with an amused smirk. "It's nice to see you've got that school spirit, tiger."

And with that beautiful-guy walks away, leaving Eddie to stare into the abyss as every single one of his footsteps cracks the glass of Eddie's composure - one, two, three -

"Fuuuuuuck." Eddie crouches to the ground, hiding his face in his arms.

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[estrellami-1]

Pay the Price

In which Steve needs Eddie’s help stopping the boys’ asshole behavior towards Lucas. He didn’t think he’d get anything more than a tentative alliance out of this, but best laid plans and all.

Part 1

“Eddie Munson,” Steve starts. “Heard you’re the man to talk to about teaching someone a lesson.”

A pause. “Uh,” Eddie says, “I mean, I don’t really do anything physical? But I won’t tell either, man, to each their own, I guess, unless you mean withholding weed, because that I can do. Depending on the lesson being taught.”

Steve chuckles. “No, nothing physical, and no weed withholding, either. Or at least, there shouldn’t be, considering they’re kids.”

Eddie sighs. “Okay, I get it. Prank call, right? Ha-ha, very funny, wanna get your laughs out now before I end the call?”

“Not a prank call,” Steve says evenly. “‘S about the kids I babysit. They’re in Hellfire. Mike’s being a little shit to Lucas.” A pause, “Dustin too, kinda, but Mike’s definitely the ringleader, y’know?”

“What the actual fuck,” Eddie says slowly, “is happening?”

Steve chuckles. “Like I said. The kids’re being shits to Lucas and I need your help curbing their behavior.”

“Who the fuck are you, man?”

Steve chuckles again. “Tell you what, ‘cause I doubt you’re gonna believe me unless you see me. You busy for the next hour or so?”

“You’ve piqued my interest. I’ll bite. No, I’m not busy.”

“Y’know Loch Nora?”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“Last house on the right. Twenty minutes. See you then, Munson.”

Steve puts the phone back on the receiver and breathes out a sigh as he grins. This is gonna be fun.

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