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After purchasing a home with his best friend and deciding to spend his spare hours renovating and landscaping the property, Steve meets a rather striking metalhead at the local greenhouse. Weeks pass and eventually between coffee breaks, bonfires, and days spent in the dirt and burning in the sun, together the pair restore the love and life that once lived in the old home.
[Teacher!Steve | Gardener!Eddie | Background Buckingham | The Party as Kindergarteners | The Munson's Own A Greenhouse | NeglectedCactus!Henry | Stranger Things Big Bang]
Art by @doomcheese
Tape N⁰1
4.6k E Complete by may add to later
When Steve goes to Robin questioning his sexuality, her only suggestion is for him to watch some gay porn. So, well, he does just that. Good thing Eddie has some tapes more suited to his taste.
[Sex Tapes | Masturbation | They're Cute but Horny AF]
Bluebells
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A dark eyed outlaw tries to rob the Harrington Inn and things don't go quite as planned when Steve's left with an empty till and a sense of longing in his heart.
Until the day Eddie woke up and remembered nothing of Steve. His Steve. The Steve that held his hand and cried his eyes out waiting for the moment that Eddie would wake up. His Steve that made him laugh and sing, made him feel like the luckiest, most loved man alive. His Steve that he spent evenings and weekends with, cuddled into god awful plaid sheets with whispers of the words 'I love you' falling from their lips.
Until the day Eddie woke up from his coma and had no idea why Steve "The King" "The Hair" Harrington was there with him and why the absolute fuck he kissed him and called him Eds on his return to the land of the living.
[Post S4 | Eddie Lives but Has Memory Loss | Post/Current Steddie | Stobin Angst]
It's not Monday yet, but... I have the perfect reco for the vehicle theme!
'Behind the Wheel of a' 71 Chevy' by LittleAnnie and Peachesandpears is a gift i'e received from my first fic exchange. It's about how Eddie and Max happened to form a sibling relationship through car related shenanigans. Definetely deserves some love! 😍
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65572510
Behind the Wheel of a '71 Chevy by Little_Annie, Peachesandpears
@pearynice
Rating: General Audiences
3,890 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: 5+1 Things, Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Eddie Munson Have a Sibling Relationship, Maxine "Max" Mayfield & Eddie Munson Friendship, First Meetings, Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship, Gift Fic, STWGRAREPAIRFICSWAP, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Maxine "Max" Mayfield is a Little Shit
Summary:
5 times Eddie Munson gives Max Mayfield a ride +1 time she's the one in the wheel.
Thanks for the rec!
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"You love him don't you?" Wayne whispers, breathy, quiet, his voice cracking around the edges of something that feels like raw emotion.
It's then that Eddie turns his gaze away from Steve to look at him, the light never fading from his eyes and the smile never wiping from his face.
Steve's sitting on the trailer floor, in the middle of the living room, Eddie's clothes hanging from his body as he flips through one of Eddie's many monster manuals. Wayne knows the boy would never admit it, but he's just as interested in D&D as the other kids. He's helping Eddie plan his next campaign for christ sake.
Next to Wayne, two cans of coke in hand and a love struck smile on his face, Eddie nods, his cheeks darkening as his smile ever so slightly fades. "Is that okay?" He asks, looking all the bit nervous as his eyes roam Wayne's face.
"More than okay Son."
Eddie's smile brightens once again and if Wayne notices the small amount of tears welling in his eyes, he says nothing about.
"You ever going to tell him?" Wayne continues, nodding in Steve's direction, the boy still oblivious to the conversation being whispered behind his back.
"I don't know if I can."
Wayne says nothing to Eddie's reply as he watches the boy return to the living room where he sits down next to his best friend. Steve smiling bright as the sun upon Eddie's return.
Months go by and Wayne gets to watch as Steve falls too. It's there and so obvious to anyone but Eddie.
His eyes linger and his smile never fades. Soon Wayne sees as he sits a little closer and his cheeks grow a little darker.
There's moments when Wayne catches what he can only describe as a love struck expression across Steve's face. Eddie's talking, because when is he not, and Steve's there, eyes wide and locked onto Eddie's ever changing expression.
He looks fond. Fond in a way Wayne's never seen anyone look at his nephew.
There's moments when he sees Steve hesitant. Moments when he and Eddie are so close and Steve's hand twitches like it wants to reach out. Moments when Steve looks like he wants to lean in but bites his lip and turns away with rosy cheeks.
It's nearly a year into their friendship when Steve's standing at Wayne's side and whispers, "I think I love him."
"Tell him," Wayne answers easily, leaving out the 'please' he so desperately wants to tack onto the end of that sentence.
Please, he thinks again as he watches Eddie turn to face them from across the yard, a smile so beautiful Wayne thinks it's the first time he's seen it on Eddie's face. The boy's elbow deep in his van as his cheeks grow a little pinker as he says with a smile, "Stevie come here for a sec."
Steve leaves, but not before whispering back to Wayne, "I think I will."
No more than a week later Wayne comes home to find the boys on the couch, Steve sleeping and curled into Eddie's side, snoring with his nose pressed to Eddie's neck.
Wayne offers his boy a smile as he stirs from the sound of the door closing. He looks tired, arms tightening around Steve's waist as he smiles back and burrows closer, kissing the top of Steve's head before drifting back off.
"He loves me," Eddie says one evening, weeks down the road, a rare occasion when Steve isn't over and Eddie's actually home.
Wayne smiles, his heart so warm and full as he says, "I know."
Steve's been over for a few weeks now. Part of Wayne's convinced he's moved in, what with the new additions to their fridge and bathroom vanity. The idea doesn't upset him in the least.
He's gotten to witness their love grow during that time anyway.
He's gotten to witness the way Steve kisses a grumpy Eddie good morning until he finally smiles.
Or the way Eddie lights up when Steve's arms wrap around his waist and he whispers an "I love you Eds," that Wayne isn't sure if he's supposed to hear.
Or the way they giggle and kiss and love one another in such a beautiful and uninhibited way.
Granted too, sometimes that means Wayne's hears a bit too much. Eddie would be mortified to know there's been far too many occasions in which Wayne's had to leave the trailer to escape the gasping breaths that occasionally pour out from under his bedroom door.
Though this time, Wayne's inside as the boys are on the roof smoking and he thanks the lord above that all he can hear are the faintest of whispers.
There's only parts of the conversation that he catches, but his heart swells when he hears Eddie's voice so clearly say, "I'm gonna marry you someday Steve Harrington."
Wayne cries the day Eddie shows him the ring.
And cries even harder when Steve shows him his.
Steve's hand is shaking where the single golden band lies on his ring finger, Eddie standing directly behind him, arm around his waist with a smile that matches Steve's in the way it resembles Sunshine.
They can't marry, not legally anyways. But that doesn't stop Jim Hopper from officiating a ceremony or Joyce Byers from walking Steve down the aisle.
The backyard to Hoppers cabin is filled with faces Wayne has grown familiar with over the years. Young and old, smiling and crying all the same.
Dustin and Robin both write speeches, both as rambling and as funny as they are beautifully heart wrenching.
There's not a dry eye in the house.
The boys move into an apartment where they build a life together.
Wayne visits often for meals or a cup of coffee in the mornings, still delighting in the way his Eddie seems so wonderfully overcome with love and affection.
He'd thought he'd shed enough tears for his lifetime at the wedding, but one evening, sat at the table with Robin Buckley and his boys, Wayne finds out he's gonna be a grandpa.
a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.
What an adventure it's been ❤️ I couldn't have asked for a better partner in @starshideurfics, thank you for writing such a beautiful story to go a long with my piece 🐦 I haven't tackled many sapphic pieces, but my goodness am I in love with this one. Read the fic here ❤️
E // 17K // Florida AU? idk the plot is ✨summer✨
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"This is different, it’s never like this, he never feels anything and they’re always older than him, take more than they give, certainly don’t want to talk or share or listen. But Eddie does all of that. He gives so freely from himself like there’s plenty to pour from."
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Steve goes to Florida with his parents every single summer. Every summer is the same as the last until he meets Eddie Munson at the beach and they both have the best summer of their lives, the kind of summer that feels like lightning in a bottle, uncatchable and something that might never come again twice.
For @little-annie ❤️ Happy winter exchange! (@steddieexchange)
Eddie breaks into the biggest presumptively empty house in Hawkins and finds out real quick that it’s not empty.
He comes face to face with this (admittedly very hot) guy holding a piping bag of icing and wearing a flour covered apron in the kitchen.
They both just stand there.
Staring at each other.
This guy - Steve, he’ll learn - isn’t exactly the poster child for Stand Your Ground so, “Fuck it, I’m robbing you.”
“Hm,” Steve says. “No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m - what?”
“You look like a nerd,” He says, picking up one of the cookies he was icing. “Does this look like a Deathstar?”
“…It looks like a disco ball.”
“That’s what I thought,” Steve shakes his head. “Damn it.”
Eddie should turn around and leave. He should actually just leave town and change his name, and never come back but. He takes a stop closer, “If I can make a suggestion…”
He’s slides his key into the lock, pushes open the door, and moseys back to his bedroom where he stops. Freezes.
Lying flat across the bed, “It’s you.”
“It’s me,” Steve says, almost bored as he holds up a ziplock bag. “I brought muffins.”
“I - you…” Eddie pauses. “How did you get in here?”
“Broke in,” Steve says, sitting up. “It was really easy. Got this for you too.”
Eddie is still trying to reel in the fact that the guy he unsuccessfully tried to rob yesterday broke into his house when he is hit in the chest with, “Handcuffs?”
“Yep,” Steve says. “Stole ‘em for you.”
“You…stole handcuffs. For me?”
“From a cop.”
“From a cop?!” Eddie exclaims. “Why?!”
“Bored,” He shrugs. “And you’re cute. Wanna hang out?”
if you are actively writing fic (within the last year or two), please go peruse through ao3 user the_tingle_in_the_cooch 's works. looks like they're plagiarizing steddie fics and making them ronance. i dont mean taking inspiration from them... i mean almost word for word, copy and paste. changing a couple adjectives and the summary (which i suspect they're using ai to write, though im not sure).
they got one of mine. a bunch of eddywow's..... but they have 139 works. go see if any of the summaries seem familiar!!
Clarification to this - looks like stanch_fagtasic might be taking steddie fics and feeding them into AI to get other pairings from it - so not a straight one for one so it's harder to find if your stuff was taken :/
Dungeon Master Eddie but not the DnD type. I'm thinking brick walls, the stench of copper, and medieval torture devices that creak with decades of use, type of a Dungeon Master. Cloaked in black with everything but his dark eyes shielded from his victims, he takes pride in his work. He may not love his job, but it grants him what little silver and shelter he needs to get by, and he is good at it. He may get off on it a little bit too, but that's no one's business but his own. At least, of course, until the rival kingdom's prince lands his pretty ass in Eddie's dungeon. It's hard not to show his interest as the bitchy masochist makes his own desires known. Acts that would have others begging for mercy, have Sir Stephen leaking in his trousers and begging for quite the opposite. He wants more. More pain, more embarrassment, more punishment, and no mercy. Eddie doesn't let him come, it's just part of the torture he tells himself. Just as he does when he sneaks into the prince's cold cell to impale the pretty royal on his thick cock without a shred of mercy. Stephen takes what he can and more, greedily begging Eddie for every inch that he provides and the added girth of the polished wooden staff that he walks with.
I shared this sketch earlier on bsky but then finished the WHOLE thing faster than I thought lol early look of another sapphic steddie thingy on my Patreon ❤️
