KYUUIQI

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[morganbritton132]

I really just like the concept of Eddie being Steve and Robin's boss. I think about it all the time and it's funny every goddamn time.

They do not respect his authority at all. They're asking him when he became the authority? They're asking, "What happened to fighting the system, man? You sold out."

They're calling him a corporate shill now.

Eddie needs to lay down.

[kissthegypsy]

I love an Eddie Munson that’s unapologetically obsessed with Steve. Even if it makes Steve a bit uncomfortable at first cos like he’s just not used to the attention. I love the idea that Eddie showers Steve with the praise and love he deserves without expecting anything in return. I think we got a glimpse of that in the famous walk in the upside down scene and it just glued itself to my brain. Steve has seen enough abuse. Eddie could give him some love.

[kiyuiqi]

Pre steddie abo ficlet wc 1395

Steve knew that he has been going into his presentation heat, he fucking knew it alright. Steve was no fool, male omegas are rare, there's not much clinical research on their anatomy, and being one he had to be prepared, he had to know beforehand what was supposed to be happening to him and if anything went wrong. He's been having cramps in lower abdomen for days now and his neutral puppy scent slowly shifted towards something more defined, stronger and fresher. Steve even called a gyno to make an appointment for after his heat to make sure everything went well (participating in various sports, one has to be aware of own health, okay?). He just wished it waited one more day, it was already Friday goddammit!

Well. Fuck him and his expectations it seems, because here he is, in omega's bathroom sticking a pad he had asked for from some nice cheerful freshman (was her name Christy? Chrissy?), and wishing for stronger scent patches that he (like an idiot!) left on the nightstand and by force of habit took his puppy ones. It will be at least a couple more hours until he gets completely delirious but the pain is already hard to ignore and his skin is burning. It's burning and he's all clammy with cold sweat and because of that Steve is now also cold and his underwear is wet and he's stinking up the bathroom and God he wishes he was in his nest, warm and protected, not uncomfortable and ashamed in the public space.

Stop it! It's fine. It's gonna be fine. He just needs to get to the nurse. Yeah. Yeah, he's getting there, he's getting some patches, painkillers and then he fucks away from the last two classes to the warmth of his nest. Okay, it's good enough.

After the bell, when tha halls are empty and no one could point out Steve's condition, he finally finds his way to the nurse's office only to find out-

"Yeah, she's not here, sorry."

Aaaaaaannd fuck him again.

"Well, where is she?"

The boy who was lounging lazily on the nurse's chair shrugged shoulders indifferently: "Principal's office. Why are you here anyway, coming down with something? You look feverish." He stood up and came closer to Steve.

It was no surprise he couldn't tell by the scent what was happening, since his nose was plugged with cotton, and Steve for the first time today thanked his luck. The boy (Steve saw him regularly but couldn't quite remember his name) was an alpha, and a notable one. His head of wild curles could be seen from any place at the canteen, since he had a habit of stepping on the lunch tables every once in a while and had an inclination to wearing a lot of jewelry, which is why he often could be heard before seen, even if he wasn't talking(which he also loved doing loudly).

"Th-that's right uh, um what happened to your um?..." Steve pointed at his face.

"Oh, you should see the other guy. The other guy being fucking canteen door where some fucking meatheds just push the heavy fucker like there's no one around!" He was practically yelling at the and of his passionate speech, Steve couldn't help the snort that escaped him.

"Yeah, I had my share of bruises from that doors as well, it really doesn't help that they open both ways," Steve frowned "though some... people do it on purpose." He tried not to think that Tommy could hurt someone just like the boy in front of him by doing so. He shook his head and offered a hand "I'm Steve by the way."

The curly boy laughed and his shoulders length hair jumped with his whole body while he was shaking with the force of his bright laugh. Steve never saw someone laugh so openly, with their whole body. "I know who you are, popular boy," he took the offered hand in his, warm and steady, " Eddie Munson, fancy meeting ya."

"So, Eddie, do you know where the nurse is? I kinda really need some medication here" Steve's vision was starting to blur and feverish condition only worsened by each passing minute.

"Shit, you really do, your skin's to hot to touch, here, sit" Eddie grasped his shoulders and led him to the bed "she uh, she must be at the Principal's office, she was really pissed about the damn canteen doors, but maybe I can find some febrifuge yeah?"

"Painkillers" Steve managed to mumble, he was missing Eddie's warm sure hands on his shoulders, he also wondered about his scent, if it was secure and trustworthy like his hands and his smile or soft and gentle like his face and his eyes. Steve's vision tunneled to Ediie hustling near some drawers, he repeated "I need painkillers, not fever medicine."

"What? But you're practically burning, and your face is super red?"

Steve lowered his gaze, surprised that he still somehow felt shy despite all the overwhelming presentation sensations "and scent patches. Strong ones, like so strong they can cover one's... heat?"

"Oh? Ooooh! Yeah, yep, I can- I can find that!" Eddie's cheeks ears and tip of the nose blossomed with beautiful pink as he started rummaging through the drawers with redoubled energy "You uh- erm, do you need maybe.. fuck, nevermind"

"You know, for someone reproaching puritan society you acting quite awkward regarding simple human biology. What was it?"

Eddie finally approached him with the needed items "Oh, Hawkins High's prince was paying attention to my active civic position? I'm honored, really. But I'm just trying to be delicate here, don't want you to think I'm imposing or something, but I wanted to ask do you have someone to drive you home?"

Steve waved it of lazily "I was just gonna drive like really slowly, it's fine"

Discontented, Eddie clicked his tongue "That won't do it, there's no way you're driving, let me call your parents, or maybe friends?"

Steve didn't want to admit to someone he barely knew, that the only close to him people who really cared, were his grandparents whom he hasn't seen in long time, since they lived across the ocean, so he didn't find a response better than "If you're so concerned why don't you give me a ride?"

"Why it would be my pleasure, let me just- I think it stopped bleeding" Eddie made an attempt at pulling the cotton out of his nose but then abruptly stopped, "although you maybe should change your patches first? I don't think I'll be able to smell anything right now, but uh- I don't think we want an unbidden-boner-scare?"

Okay, he really wasn't shy, which amused Steve, still, he rushed to change the patches, swallowed the painkillers. Whe they finally kicked and he felt better, he realized he was already sitting in a rattly van smelling of alpha(Eddie), it wasn't overwhelming but rather gently enveloping, mixing with weed, some greasy fast food and residual scents of few other people, must be his usual group of friends whom Steve always saw Eddie at the canteen with. The ride was mostly quiet, Steve gave directions with his head resting against the window and Eddie softly humming some tune.

When they arrived Steve was positively nodding off his organism needeng al the rest before the heat properly started. He felt light touch to his forearm.

"Steve? Were here."

Steve felt bittersweet, there were very few people willing to take care of him unconditionally, it was surprising to find that person in a person he knew of, but didn't know him. "Thank you Eddie, really, I realize I wouldn't be able to drive by myself, you helped me though you didn't have to, I- I appreciate it."

"Hey, Steve, it's nothing. Any decent person would do that." They really wouldn't. Steve glanced in his direction one last time, opened the passenger door and made his way to house without looking back. He didn't see how Eddie's gaze lingered on the closed door and his light smile.

He did see the old van Tuesday morning in his driveway though, when his heat broke.

"I assume you don't have a ride since your car is still on the school parking lot? Jump in, your chariot awaits."

Well, maybe he was lucky after all.

[kiyuiqi]

Kas! Eddie: please don't be scared🙏

Steve: would

Kas! Eddie: ?maybe be a little scared?

[nophwrites]

Do we really know Steve isn't into metal though? He definitely likes rock, and I love the HCs where he just doesn't know who he's listening to half the time which would gel with the "Ozzy who?" moment.

Eddie fully expecting the standard Normie reaction to his music the one time he's "permitted" to play his own cassettes in Steve's car, Steve looking puzzled as he listens before shrugging and carrying on driving.

It's not a negative reaction, +1 for Harrington apparently, but as they drive he keeps getting that little puzzled look on his face, and Eddie's starting to suspect Steve is fighting the urge to be a bitch about it, he's heard about his "trying" from the others.

He's not going to back down if Steve picks a fight over it, Eddie will defend his music to the death if he has to, so he's ready to bite back when Steve finally opens his mouth.

"Is this a new one?" not what he was expecting,

"huh?"

"The tape, is it a new one? I swear I know the voice but... I don't know the songs, is it new?"

"You've heard Black Sabbath before?"

"Is this that Ozzy guy then?" it's not, it's Ronnie James Dio, but that Steve remembered that is Interesting, that he recognises the music is more interesting.

"What songs do you know?" he asks, suspicious, Steve must be bullshitting him, there's no way.

"I dunno... that uh... one that—" he stops and starts 'da-na-na-na'ing Stargazer of all things,

"That's Rainbow, that's fucking Rainbow!"

[novacorpsrecruit]

FINALLY FIND PEACE

Read On Ao3 | TW MAIN CHARACTER DEATH | WC 1,601 | bare bones Steddie

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The past four months, Eddie feels like he’s the shell of a person.

He’s been going through the motions, attempting to live a normal life again.

But how could he?

After all they’ve been through?

After all that’s happened?

They climbed up that damn radio tower. All of them. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Five hundred feet in the air, at least 5 of them nearly failing gym.

But they made it.

All the way to the top.

And that god damn world was coming down on them.

“It’s not lining up,” Lucas’ warnings sealing their fate.

“What do you mean it’s not lining up?” Steve asked.

But they all knew.

“The tower needle and the rifts,” Lucas explained. “They’re not lining up.”

“The Abyss is going to hit the tower,” Will said. “If it hits the needle —“

“Then the tower’s going down,” Mike confirmed.

Dustin was the one to call the mayday to Hopper. El needed to stop the planet from crushing them.

“How soon?” Hopper asked.

Dustin should’ve said ASAP.

He should’ve said now.

Instead he said —

“Thirty seconds?”

So for thirty seconds, they waited. Watching the planet get closer and closer.

“Chief, what’s going on?” Dustin panicked over the radio.

Hopper’s staticky voice returned over the radio. “I don’t know. I gave the signal.”

“Give it again!” Dustin called, but it was too late.

The planet struck the needle, the pressure bending the steel beams like they were nothing. The tower shook with the pressure. Everyone grabbed onto the railing, hoping that El will finally work her magic.

That the planet would stop.

It was too late.

The needle snapped.

Eddie doesn’t remember much after that.

He remembers Steve’s voice. Panicked.

He remembers Dustin being shoved into his arms.

He dreams of Steve midair, bouncing backwards. His arms reached out for Eddie.

Eddie who couldn’t reach back.

Then — his eyes.

Steve’s hazel eyes.

Widened with fear as he held on for dear life. Fingertips dug into the thin crevasse of the platform. The tower still shaking from the pressure of the Abyss. Hanging hundreds of feet above the air.

Just last week, Steve told Eddie how tall the tower was.

That the tower was longer than a football field by more than a hundred feet.

And Eddie couldn’t help but notice how the green in Steve’s hazel eyes.

How he wanted to lean forward and kiss him.

How he held his breath and nodded and just listened.

Then.

He was gone.

Steve was gone.

Eddie pushed Dustin towards Robin as he dove to the edge of the platform.

But he was too late.

Eddie was the last thing Steve saw.

Eddie couldn’t look away. Watching as Steve grew smaller and smaller under he disappeared under the fog of the Upside Down.

A part of Eddie felt thankful for the fog.

Not wanting to watch Steve hit the ground.

Not wanting to watch his last breath being forced out of him.

Eddie felt like he cheated.

He cheated death.

He should’ve been the one to die in the Upside Down, but Steve saved him.

And Eddie couldn’t pay back the favor.

He felt numb. Like his head was underwater.

Everyone felt so far away.

He could hear Robin sobbing. Her cries were the loudest. The strongest.

Sometimes in an empty room, he still hears her crying out for Steve.

Then, there was the radio.

“Talk to me,” Hopper called. “Are you guys okay?”

“The Abyss stopped,” Lucas called back. His voice shaking. “We — we lost —“

“We lost Steve,” Jonathan was the one to speak it into existence. “He fell. Everyone else is —“ he hesitated. They weren’t okay. “Accounted for.”

The radio channel was quiet.

“Need to move forward,” Hopper’s voice came over the radio a few moments later. His voice was tight. Eddie knew Hopper and Steve had this weird relationship. Like a father and son filling voids for their missing familial half. Had for years, even before the Upside Down. “He — Keep moving forward.”

“He’s right,” Joyce said quietly. “We have to keep going. We have to stop Henry.”

They had to push through their emotions. Bottle it up and keep going. Robin was struggling. Dustin was closed off. Eddie felt like he was the one thrown off the tower.

The fight was — well, a little anticlimactic. He wasn’t expecting the Mind Flayer to be a giant vine spider. But after El came to save the day, the party ambushing the Mind Flayer and the hive mind went down.

Joyce beheaded Vecna.

They rescued the kids.

They saved the world.

Except —

They couldn’t save Steve.

The celebration was quick and over like a blown out birthday candle.

The walk back to the riff was quiet. Sometimes, the children would ask questions and the a short answer would be provided.

When they got to the top of the tower, they remembered Steve’s body.

Steve who fell five hundred feet from the tower waiting on the earth below them.

Jonathan and Eddie silently volunteered to go down first.

The climb down was silent.

Long.

Somber.

Eddie wished that he was stronger. Quicker. Braver.

Eddie wished Steve was none of those things.

The long trip down to earth allowed his mind to torture him. Play ‘what if’ scenarios. What if he was quicker. What if he was able to pull Steve up. What if he kissed him last week. Begged him to flee Hawkins. Leave this hell behind.

But he didn’t.

And now Steve’s body waited for him.

At the bottom of the tower, they found him.

His eyes closed peacefully, knowing his death was far from that.

Jonathan retrieved a blanket from the station’s foyer. They carried him to the far side of the station. Far from anyone’s sight. They covered his body with the blanket.

Eddie used the gallon tub of rock salt to cover Steve’s blood on the dirt. The white crystals hardly blending in with the gravel. But it was the best he could do.

“Station’s clear,” Jonathan called. “Start the descend.”

They left his body in the Upside Down.

They couldn’t bring him back, not with the children in the truck’s trailer. Not with Robin halfway to a breakdown.

Not with the Upside Down sitting on a literal time bomb.

They couldn’t wait.

They had to set it off.

Steve couldn’t come home with them.

Eddie expected a bigger funeral.

Steve was Catholic. Well, his parents were Catholic.

Steve told him he didn’t believe in God. Not anymore. Not after all of this.

Eddie didn’t either.

They held the service at the Roane County Cemetery Church.

Hopper paid for the funeral.

He paid for the grave marker.

The Harrington’s didn’t show.

Their house went on the market almost as soon as the news of Steve’s death traveled in Hawkins. Some spin from the military about being too close to the metal sheets. How that everything is fixed now, sorry about your golden boy.

Eddie stops by the grave marker often.

Sometimes when he needs to cry. When he needs to vent. Or he needs to scream.

He goes anytime he wants his best friend.

The one he left behind in the wormhole they destroyed.

The one he couldn’t save.

Robin left as soon as she could.

She couldn’t talk to Vickie. She couldn’t talk to her parents.

She refused to talk to Eddie.

He knows she doesn’t blame him. They both know as soon as she thinks of Steve, she’ll be a broken dam. The reservoir never depleting.

He’d be the same if he spoke to her.

Dustin is angry. He’s angry at Eddie. He’s angry at El. He’s angry at his mom. He’s angry at Mike and Will and Lucas.

He’s angry at Steve.

Mostly, he’s angry at himself.

His temper has been short with Steve for ages. They broke into a fight in the rainbow room, and barely apologized after the first near death occurrence with the exotic matter.

Eddie thinks Dustin blames himself. That he should’ve calculated the tower crashing sooner.

That he should’ve gave the signal quicker. That he should’ve known that the tower wasn’t going to line up with the rifts.

Eddie wants to tell him that Steve would hate to know that Dustin’s blaming himself for his death.

But Eddie can’t find the strength to say Steve’s name.

So here he stood in front of a grave marker for an empty plot with a sunflower and a paper bag.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He laid the flower on the flat grave marker. “We miss you. I miss you.”

Eddie looked up at the blue sky, barely a cloud above him. A day where Steve would’ve forced Eddie outside for some sunlight. Teasing that it was good for Eddie, until Eddie’s red skin reminded them they forgot sunscreen.

“It’s — uh — the anniversary, again,” Eddie said. “Of the day that I didn’t die. Last year we celebrated with burgers. Thought we could do the same again this year.”

Eddie sat down next to the marker, like Steve was actually there.

“You know,” Eddie dug into the paper bag, pulling out a single cheeseburger. “You told me that we’d get out of there once this was all said and done. I just —“

Eddie let out a wet laugh.

“Wondered when you’re gonna keep up your end of the deal.”

Eddie looked over at the marker, as if he expected it to speak for Steve. He wondered when this would start hurting less. He ran his fingertips over the words below Steve’s name.

Beloved son, brother, friend

May you finally find peace

[avantgarden-er]

I am pathologically always speaking in a manner of jest

[kiyuiqi]

[transmortifried]

idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr

you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category

[charlesoberonn]

I want to fuck Antoni Gaudi's unbuilt Hotel Attraction skyscraper design

[anatomizer]

"hear me out" and it's a picture of the most fuckable building you've ever seen. c'mon now.

[allineedisonedream]

They give me the sillys, I’m gonna combust.

I think this is the last post of them for a while. I finally got them out of my system, though I still have some ideas I want to finish someday.^^

[saetiate]

please eat enough and drink enough water and get enough sleep. this is so that you have enough energy. because we need you to be writing and drawing porn on the internet

[kiyuiqi]

[mrsjellymunson]

How Many More Times

Written for @steddiemicrofic ’s April prompt: long | WC: 692 | Rating: E 18+ SMUT NSFW MDNI | CW: Ogling, explicit fantasies, oral, handjob & digital penetration, gay Eddie, Steve's bi awakening, feelings confession, implied smut & aftercare, getting together, set before and around S4, Eddie lives | Summary: 4+1; four times Eddie and Steve realise something about the other, and one time they realise something together

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Eddie’s in Steve's class now, repeating his senior year. He's near the front, offering Steve an unfettered view, of his hair at least. Steve notices how much it's grown over the summer; it's got really, really long.

He becomes obsessed. Is it as soft as it looks? Are the curls natural? What shampoo does he use? Could Steve tame that frizz? Trim the ends?? He wants to touch so badly, run his fingers through it, play with it, braid it, maybe style it into cute ponytails...

Over time his internal machinations turn lascivious. If they showered together, would Eddie let him condition it? If he yanked on it, would Eddie moan? If Eddie's face lowered towards his naked lap, would it tickle the insides of his thighs? Could Steve pull on it, guide that smart mouth over his dick, slide his length past those full lips, over that wet tongue..?

Steve snaps back to himself, almost dropping his pencil. Where the hell is this coming from?

As if math wasn't bad enough, Eddie now suffers Phys. Ed. with Steve too. Previously he’d observe from afar, feigning nonchalance during rallies and matches. But now he's up close, certain that Satan is torturing him with this kit. The shorts make Eddie’s spindly legs look like cooked spaghetti, but do the exact opposite for Steve. His are tanned, muscular, strong, and they look so long…

At night Eddie thinks about those lengthy limbs straddling him, trapping him in place on his bed. Is he on his belly? Face up? He'd take anything. Then he imagines he's the one on top, those strong legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, Steve gasping and begging him to go faster, deeper…

Dragged to The Hideout by Tommy for his fake ID, Steve’s unexpectedly present for Corroded Coffin's performance. He's fascinated as Eddie plays, fingers manoeuvring his pick and flying over his fretboard so fast Steve can't keep up. He's rapt by their dexterity, flexibility, and how fucking long they are…

Steve imagines them doing other things, fantasises about them pressing down onto his tongue, wrapping around his cock, maybe slipping into places Steve's never explored before, wondering quite how far they might reach…

Eddie avoids swimclass, feigning a chest infection – easy, given his Camel habit. But now he's forced to watch Steve in fucking Speedos with zero distractions, and observe repeated displays of him holding his breath. Eddie’s salacious mind turns to how advantageous that could be, like how far he could stuff his dick down that glorious neck while Steve splutters and gags around him. Or how he’d push his face into his pillow to muffle his moans as Eddie thrusts into him from behind…

They're both longing for something they think they can't have. But a year later, as reluctant friends and with the world threatening to end, they're trudging through a haunted-ass forest not knowing whether they'll make it out alive. After banter, sly touches and intense eye contact, they decide… fuck it.

Steve crowds Eddie against a decaying tree, helping him drop his jeans. As Steve kneels and swallows him down, Eddie experiences just how long he can go without needing to breathe. Eddie immediately returns the favour. Using his talented fingers, they wrap easily around Steve's length, reach places deep inside of him that he'd previously only read about, and are dexterous enough to coax heavenly sounds from him that he's never made before.

They say no more about it, until everything’s over. Until Eddie's recovered, and Steve's discovered through Robin that it's okay to like both. Until, months later, they open their hearts and confess, which is easily as terrifying as defeating interdimensional monsters, but thankfully has brighter consequences.

Steve moans as his legs wrap around Eddie's hips, and Eddie almost cums when his hair is pulled. After they've enacted various other fantasies, including Steve pinning Eddie and showering together, Eddie’s locks are soft and Steve's thighs become Eddie's pillow.

Much later, they realise they don't want this to be a short fling. Together, they decide that they both want whatever they have to last for a long, long time…

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A/N: Title taken from the Led Zeppelin song, not related to the lyrics at all I just wondered how many more times the doofuses could notice each other before they actually did anything 😄

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[morganbritton132]

Steve can and will admit that his eyesight is not the best (he's damn near blind) but it's okay. If he needs to see something than he just asks Robin and she'll describe it, "She's basically my eyes."

Robin - and it cannot be stressed enough - also needs glasses.

[kiyuiqi]

R: I see all the leafs

S: And I can see bricks, wow

[kiyuiqi]

[kiyuiqi]

My silly bugs🥺

[kiyuiqi]

Thinking about post s4 Steve trying on his moms jewelry, because he can't stop thinking about Eddie's rings. There are not that many ring that fit him except the ones she used to wear on thumbs, and Steve doesn't really like the feeling of something on his hands anyway, bc it's too unusual for him after many years of doing sports, where this things would be too inconvenient. But Steve can't help himself but admire the look with bracelets and necklaces, especially the long pearl string and matching pearl clip earrings mhmmhmhm

[ravioliet]

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

[uhtreds]

locked the fuck out. distractionmaxxing