I got to collab with @arelliann on this piece for a line art exchange for the @steddiebbang while we waited for art claims to roll around. They did the linework and I did the color!
This is for @steddiemicrofic May prompt "door" | rating: M | wc: 199 | title is a bruno mars song
Summary: Eddie gets home and wants Steve's attention.
AO3
Eddie leaves band practice in a particular mood. He wants his boyfriend's hands on him as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, when he gets back to their shared apartment, Steve's locked in on a NBA video game. He never understood be appeal of sports video games. Then again, he never really understood the appeal of sports.
"How much longer do you have?" Eddie asks. Steve checks the in game timer.
"It's the second quarter so, about an hour?” Steve guesses.
Eddie settles on the couch, pout firmly on his lips. There's gotta be something he can do to get Steve to abandon his game and come play with him instead. A devious smirk lights up his face as he gets to his feet.
“I'll be in the bedroom,” he says, suggestively. Steve barely reacts, much to Eddie's annoyance.
He strips on his way to their room, leaving a trail of clothing behind him.
Except his boxers. Those he throws into Steve's lap.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Eddie makes sure he’s in view through the open door. He takes himself in hand, stroking slowly, and waits with a sultry grin.
And as promised, the print I did for the Freaks and Fables Zine. This is one of my favorite pieces that I’ve done in a while! If you want a print, it is still available in the print pack!
I can finally share my zine piece for the Freaks and Fables zine! Fae princes Steve and Eddie! The zine has finished its print cycle but you can still find the prints here. I drew one of the prints as well but I’ll share that piece tomorrow 🤭
Finally allowed to share my piece I made for a Steddie zine!
I wanted some celestial/Night God Eddie who is hopelessly smitten over that one human who can only meet him in his dreams. Or a kind of Moon/Sun AU? Perhaps? I'll leave that to y'all imagination. 🫶
rated t | 599 words | no cw | tags: time travel, alternate timelines, protective Steve Harrington, assumed eventual steddie
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Whenever the door appears, Steve runs.
It happens every year in March, during spring break when Steve’s alone and bored. He could have a party if his friends were around, but unlike him, they have parents who want to spend time with them.
He’s curious, but not enough to go through it.
He’s a little high the first time, drunk off his ass the second time, and concussed the third.
But the fourth time, the time it opens on its own, he’s sober and healthy, wide awake and terrified.
He hears voices before he sees anything. They sound familiar, but they’re quiet enough that he can’t understand what they’re saying and he’s definitely not getting closer.
Someone is pushed through the door. They fall and a voice shouts through.
“Stay there!”
“Dustin?” Steve yells, but the door slams closed and disappears before he can see if that was actually the kid who is supposed to be at the lake with his friends.
The person on the floor groans as he stands.
“Munson?” Steve is so confused. What the hell is Eddie Munson doing in his living room? “What the hell are you doing in my living room?”
“I was told I have no choice and it’s to keep me safe. Henderson isn’t very forthcoming with his information lately,” Eddie says, hands on his hips as he looks around. “Haven’t been here in a while. Hasn’t changed a bit.”
“I don’t understand. Dustin’s at the lake.”
Steve is so confused.
“He’s definitely at a lake. Or was. We all were. Even you!” Eddie laughs awkwardly. “But uh, I think it’s in the past for you? Unless Henderson and Wheeler are wrong.”
“Why are you safer here? What’s going on?” Steve has visions of Russians and monsters, of running and hiding, of a nail bat stored under his bed. If he needs to protect them, he needs to know.
“Some weird shit. I’m being framed by a wizard. And there’s a whole other world under us? But apparently you know that if this is the right time. Gotta say, I didn’t know you were a badass, Harrington,” Eddie smacks his shoulder and grins. “Really impressive that you’ve got it all, man.”
Steve frowns. Have it all? This is news to him. Having Robin in his life is nice, but it’s definitely not everything, especially not since she left for college last year.
“What year do you think this is?” Steve asks.
“I have no clue. But your buddies think this might be 1985. They argued that putting me in the past—“
“It’s 1988.”
Eddie’s face falls. “What?”
“What year are you coming from?” Steve feels the tension building as Eddie’s hands drop to his sides.
“‘86.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Shit.”
They both sit down on the couch, silent for a while as they try to figure out what to do from here.
Eddie’s leg is warm against his. Steve thinks about the last time someone was this close to him, someone other than Robin or one of the kids. He can’t actually remember.
“So do you think the door will come back so I can go back to my year?” Eddie eventually asks.
Steve shrugs. “It’s only ever shown up in March and usually only once a year.”
“Anyone ever come through before?”
“Nope.”
Eddie’s head is suddenly resting on Steve’s shoulder. Steve tenses for a moment, then relaxes. Something feels like it settles in his chest.
The room feels warm for the first time in a long time.
rated e | 199 words | no cw | tags: friends with benefits, blowjobs, confident Steve Harrington, implied further sexual content
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The moment the door closes, Steve knows he’s in trouble.
Not because he’s done anything wrong. No, he’s done everything exactly right.
He calculated this entire night, down to the minute the last person left the party and he’d be alone with Eddie. He’s been a master of puppets, if you will.
Eddie is already on his knees, undoing Steve’s belt, mouthing at his shirt trying to get to the skin underneath. He’s whispering something, begging under his breath. Steve smirks.
“So needy, baby.”
Eddie takes him into his mouth, groans along with Steve when he manages to take it all at once. He’s good at this, practiced for months now.
This is how it goes: Steve invites Eddie to his parties so he can sell out of his supply, Eddie thanks him by sucking his dick.
But tonight, Steve wants more. He’s sure Eddie can sense it. He’s desperate for it, too.
“Will you fuck me?” Steve asks as Eddie licks up his length, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
for @steddiesongfics microfic may challenge, based on 'orbiter' by noah kahan
rated t | 555 words | no cw | tags: possibly unrequited love, but not actually unrequited love, friends to lovers, first kiss, post-vecna
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The house is quiet tonight. Robin's on a date, her fifth or sixth with the same woman. Eddie's on a date, too. Another random person he met at the bar. Steve's lost count of the amount of first dates he has that end in him spending the night with someone he'll never see again. He isn't judging, he's just...heartbroken.
Because it didn't take long after they left Hawkins for Steve to realize that the protectiveness he felt towards Eddie, the racing of his heart and warmth in his stomach when they touched, the sinking in his gut when Eddie talked about being with someone else, meant he had much more than just friendly feelings for the man. He thought it was a proximity crush, as Robin so kindly put it when he talked to her about it.
"He's the only person other than me that you spend a lot of time with. You just need to get out there!"
But he tried that. He went on a few dates with women. One with a guy who played guitar in a band and had long curly hair, but didn't shine nearly as bright as Eddie. He hasn't tried again since that one went pretty badly.
He's alone with his thoughts, eating leftover pasta from the dinner he made with Eddie the night before. It was a new recipe that Eddie insisted on trying, and then ended up not liking it nearly as much as Steve. That's how it usually goes.
Steve smiles to himself at the memory of Eddie's hands on his hips, gently moving him out of the way every time he needed to get into a cabinet or drawer for something. He doesn't stop smiling as he remembers the way Eddie sat on the counter to steal bites of the pasta before Steve had it in bowls, convincing him he needed to make sure it was done before it was served.
The smile drops when he remembers Eddie telling him about his date while they washed dishes.
He knows he needs to be honest with Eddie about his feelings. Maybe it will ruin everything, or maybe it won't. He just needs to know one way or another.
He's here because Eddie needed to get out. He's stayed because he loves Eddie too much to leave.
He's stuck in his orbit and he has no idea if he even wants to be out of it.
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He startles awake when the door slams closed. Steve sits up and wipes his eyes, trying to get them to focus.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up," Eddie says from next to the couch. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"Tried waiting up for you," Steve yawns. "Date go okay?"
Eddie snorts. "I'm here, aren't I?"
Do it now, Steve.
"Hungry?" Steve asks instead.
"Only if there's cereal."
Steve huffs a laugh and stands. "I can get you some."
While he eats, Eddie recounts every terrible moment of the date. Steve laughs along, unable to hide his amusement at how shitty it was.
"Gotta be a reason these dates suck, right?"
Steve takes a deep breath.
"Yeah." He leans in close. "Gotta be."
He finally kisses him.
Because if he's gonna lose Eddie either way, he wants to know what he'll be missing.
Tags: Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Star Trek AU, there are so many DS9 references it's embarrassing, Eleven's last name is Lox in this. it makes sense, Rescue Missions, Hostage Situations, Shapeshifter Eddie Munson, Jason Carver Being an Asshole, Preventing a Civil War, Kelpie - Freeform, vodník - Freeform, Flirting, Vulcan Dustin Henderson, Trill Eleven | Jane Hopper
Summary:
Captain Steve of the Starfleet vessel Loch Nora, responds to a distress signal from Commander Joyce of the Hawkins.
This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Space AU Fics.
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Eddie opens his eyes and wishes he hadn't. He really doesn't want to deal with his surroundings right now. Because he's pretty sure he knows who that head of hair blocking his vision belongs to and he just - he doesn't have it in him, okay? Not now, not ever.
Dealing with the, still kind of high, walk of shame would be bad enough, but to do it from the guy he's in the middle of saving the world with, who he's sharing living arrangements with at the radio station so the walk of shame is not as much of a walk as it's fifteen steps, now that. That he can't take.
Steve stirs before Eddie could panic his way out of the bed.
Eddie lies there, frozen, as he witnesses Steve come to the same realization as him as he wakes. Steve's arms freeze mid-stretch and his back (his back, holy shit) goes rigid. The back of Eddie's brain notes the tone of muscles for later use, because he's sure he'll never be seeing it again after this.
They got really high last night. Like, really, really high. And they don't like each other! Not like that! They're friendly 'cause they have to be, and because they're in the middle of the whole saving the world thing together, and there's Dustin - oh god. Dustin' s not gonna let them hear the end of it if this fucks anything up between them. How could Eddie have been so stupid?! How could he let himself -
Steve arm drops behind him and hits Eddie's hip, searching around for a beat and then gripping onto the covers over Eddie's waist. Eddie freezes, eyes wide. Steve's not moving either.
"Eddie? That you?", Steve's voice is low and scratchy with sleep. Eddie has to take a few moments to compose himself, blink, lick his lips and finally mutter a pathetic little: "Yeah."
"Oh thank god"
Steve flops over himself without letting go of Eddie, struggling for a beat and then they're nose to nose. Steve's smiling, a little crooked.
"Man, I felt someone behind me and got scared for a second there."
Eddie swallows like this is normal.
"Who'd you-uh. Who'd you think it was if not me?"
Steve's brows twitch.
"No one else really around here to be but you, man."
"Oh. Right"
Eddie's disappointed. This is the best possible outcome he could've hoped for - Steve was just letting out some steam and was cool enough with Eddie to use a guy for that - and he's still disappointed. He's not attacking you or pretending he doesn't remember, take the win.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Steve hurries to babble at his frown.
"Not in like, you're the only person available way - well I mean you kind of are, but not-", Eddie stares at him open mouthed, "It's not only that for me! I - I mean, I guess it looks like that but, I actually think you're really hot, and - not that I don't think you're also a good person, I do, I just think that - I'm kind of bad at explaining myself, but yeah, you're hot and we're here and I think that - hey could you say something and stop me from further embarrassing myself?", Steve pants.
"I like you."
Now Steve's the one gaping.
"Oh."
"Yeah." Eddie wasn't gonna blurt it out like that, but Steve's little speach must have activated his own brain to mouth filter to dissappear.
"... Sooo. What now?"
Eddie shrugs.
They stay quiet long enough to become awkward and then Steve jumps and grabs Eddie's shoulders: "Holy shit, I like you too! Sorry!"
Startled, Eddie stares at him like a fish.
"That was supposed to be the point of my little speach and I just realized I barely called you hot! Eddie, I like you. And I wanna see where we could take this", he takes Eddie's hand between his own (and his hands really are as big as he thought last night, hello). If you want that, too?"
Eddie looks him in the eyes and brushes away a strand of hair with his free hand.
"So you think I'm hot?"
Steve blinks at him, a little bitchy.
"Yeah. I do."
A grin spreads over Eddie's face and he cranes his neck to check the clock behind Steve.
"I wanna see where it goes, too. But for now, we have two hours before everyone else gets here. Show me how hot you think I am?"
M | 692 words | written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘long’ | established relationship, middle-aged, slice of life
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Steve looks up from brushing his teeth; spots Eddie literally pulling his hair out in front of the mirror on his side of the double vanity—a sort of common occurrence these days, ever since his gray hairs started “doubling like fuckin’ fruit flies” some time around his 40th birthday. Eddie hates it when he says so, but Steve likes them, the silver-white halo of frizz when he stands in front of the light. Makes him look all wild and sparkly. Just like he’s always been.
He slides down to Eddie’s side of the counter and slots in behind him, wraps his arms around his waist, enjoying the give as Eddie sighs his weight against him.
“Go away,” Eddie pouts. “I’m despairing.” But his hands move to pull Steve tighter around him.
Steve laughs softly, lifts a pretty silver coil from the mess of Eddie’s curls, watches it catch the light from the sconce. “It’s so long now,” he marvels.
“It’s so gray now,” Eddie frowns.
“I like it.”
“Ugh.” Eddie flaps a disapproving hand at their reflection. “Easy for you to say, with your perfect ‘silver fox hot dad’ thing—” Steve cracks up at that, doesn’t think much of the thin salt-and-pepper swoops at his temples. “—meanwhile I’m halfway to looking like goddamn Buzzo.”
“The Melvins guy?” Steve twirls another curl, darker, softer, just behind Eddie’s ear. “He’s hot, though.”
“Do not discuss the Melvins with me unless you’re trying to get your dick sucked.”
“Oh?” Steve drops a kiss to his shoulder. “So I shouldn’t name my favorite albums in order or—?”
Eddie spins around so fast it’s almost impressive, for a guy who’s due for a knee replacement any day now. He doesn’t even wince when he kneels to the floor in front of Steve and shoves his nose into his crotch; P.T. must be working.
“Yeah?” Steve smiles, watching Eddie nuzzle his dick.
“Mmhm.”
Steve gathers fluffy spirals into a ponytail at the crown of his head, careful not to let his fingers snag on the more tangle-prone grays. Holds him at arms length so he can get a better look. Eddie’s eyes slip closed, and Steve admires the sight before him: the crows feet, the forehead lines, the deep, sun-worn grooves around his mouth that make him look a bit like Wayne, the faint blush on the bridge of his nose, the sun spot on his cheekbone, the dimpled scars dotting the hollows where he picked his skin to shit the first time he tried to give up smoking. Steve loves it. All of it. Every wrinkle, every scratch, every receding follicle. What a joy to grow old together. What a long and winding miracle.
“Cute that you think you’re even gonna make it that far,” he murmurs, watching Eddie sink deeper into a comfortable haze. “You’re already half asleep”
Eddie blinks up at him, eyelids straining, jaw fighting the yawn he so clearly wants to let out.
Steve tugs his hair a little firmer at the crown; Eddie’s whole face pinches. “Oh, my god, just let it out.”
Eddie opens his mouth to quip ‘let what out?’ and says, “Let wha-aaaaaaaa oh goddammit.”
“Ha!”
“Shut up.” Eddie laughs up at him, but his head tips back and his eyes drift shut again. “Okay, fine. I am maybe, slightly, potentially—”
“—totally exhausted? Up since 5 A.M.?”
“—a smidge! sleepy. But I don’t see what my being awake has to do with your dick sliding into my mouth, anyway.”
“Oh, yeah?” Steve hardens his grip; gives a long pull on Eddie’s hair.
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Later, sated and sweaty from his hairline to his kneecaps, Steve says, “Really glad you got too impatient to make me list those albums earlier.”
“Why, ’cause you never knew them?”
“Rude.” Steve flicks him gently on his good knee. “I knew them.”
“Uh huh.”
“I did! I just, like—”
“—forgot them the second you were asked to recall?”
“Yeahhh.”
“Yeah, I know, baby,” Eddie yawns. “I’ve done trivia with you before.”
Oh, my god. He tucks a curl behind Eddie’s ear; kisses his forehead. “Go to sleep, old man.”
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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