steddie but with wish babies aka steve wanting a baby so bad that he wakes up one morning to a little bundle on his doorstep. a perfect mix of both him and eddie, which is unfortunate because atp they're definitely not together, haven't taken steps past being flirty friends. steve has no idea if eddie even likes him beyond the flirting since eddie is like that with everyone, but now here's proof on his porch that HE likes eddie that way. he isn't prepared for a baby either despite him wanting one so bad (wanting a piece of eddie so bad if he couldn't have the man himself). cue him freaking the fuck out bc there is a BABY and now he's gotta put his money where his mouth is and bring this little thing inside and care for them. the first moment the baby gives a little yawn and blinks sleepily at him before giving a tiny dimpled smile, he knows he's fucked.
#having to explain to eddie that he crushed so hard he manifested a baby #'i swear im not trapping you you don't even need to pay child support
steve absolutely would go straight into panicking at eddie being like "is that baby....ours?" bc the baby so obviously looks like both of them, there's no other explanation and steve is just like oh fuck okay well the cat is outta the bag and blurts out that eddie doesn't have to take care of the baby with him, he can handle it, he has robin!, and eddie deflates a little like "of course, yeah man, no way you'd want me hanging around your kid haha, i mean what the hell do i know about being a dad?" very much dejected and steve panics more bc that's absolutely NOT the reason, but how exactly does he explain to eddie that he's so gd in love with him that somehow he ended up with a baby, Their baby
Prompt #29 - "Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun" | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sex, Bondage, Double Penetration, Dom/Sub Vibes | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Established Steddie, Steve Was a Boy Scout, That Comes in Handy These Days
Steve steps back to admire his handiwork.
The knots are beautiful, stark black, blurring into the tattoos on Eddie's pale skin. Steve doesn't know a lot about art, but this? This is art.
"You good?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods. The slightest of movements.
Steve was a boy scout, but he never imagined he'd take his knot tying skills and apply them this way. He wonders if he could apply for another patch. His skills have vastly improved since he was last tested.
Rolling Eddie over onto his stomach, Steve runs his fingers down Eddie's spine. Pads of his fingers catching on the ropes cinched around his back, until his fingertips trail down the crack of Eddie's ass, grazing his rim.
Eddie shivers. Legs contracting, closing.
Steve knocks his legs open further, "Should I get the bar?"
Eddie hums, a murmur. A no that's probably a yes, but Steve still kneels on the bed between his spread legs, placing a firm hand on his back, pressing down. Putting more pressure on the ropes binding him. Steve knows they can't use the bar if they're going to get to everything they've planned for tonight, but even asking the question is enough to gently nudge Eddie back to where he's supposed to be.
Picking up the first dildo next to Eddie hip, Steve runs his fingers down it, feeling the ridges. He slicks it with lube, pressing the tip of it to Eddie's opening, lightly, teasing him.
Brushing it back and forth.
Eddie squirms.
Steve presses it inside. A slow, easy slide. Eddie is already loose, and Steve twists his wrist, working it in and out in a practiced motion.
Then, he slides the toy into the harness that's strapped to Steve's own hips, flush against his dick, and carefully lines up. The tip of his cock breaching Eddie first, followed by the tip of the toy.
Eddie lets out a long moan.
"That's it," Steve says, and Eddie's hands squeeze where they are bound behind his back.
He's careful. Slow and methodical, but eventually both himself and the toy are seated inside Eddie. It's a sight to behold, Eddie stretched this far around him.
Steve fucks him. Carefully. In tight, measured thrusts. Knowing Eddie's beyond full, and while he can take it, wants to, this isn't something you rush your way through.
Eddie's gasping, breath hitching in ragged motions. Steve slows. Hand reaching forward to grasp Eddie's shoulder. Squeezing.
Eddie calms, and doesn't give any indication that he'd like Steve to withdraw, or stop, so Steve starts up again.
He's close. Too close. Steve slides out of Eddie, unhooking the harness. Tossing it aside. Eddie whines, but Steve ignores him, flipping Eddie over onto his back. Making sure he's comfortable before picking up the second toy. It wobbles, long and unwieldy. Steve grips it with both hands, and feeds it into Eddie. It slides in easily, and Steve maneuvers himself onto his own back, scooting closer to Eddie. Back of thighs touching. Another over generous drizzle of lube, and Steve positions the other side of double-ended dildo at his own opening. Pressing forward.
Feeling the burn. The slide. The heat of Eddie so fucking close. He wants to reach for Eddie's hands, but they're bound behind his back. Instead, Steve settles his hands on Eddie's knees as they rock back and forth.
They're in sync, but they've always been.
Eddie's bent knees are hooked over Steve's thighs as they rock back and forth. Working together on the toy currently shared between them.
It doesn't take long for Eddie. He's been overstimulated, dragged to the edge all night, and he comes, hot spurts coating his belly, Steve's thigh, the ropes. Steve eases to a stop. Gently sliding it out. Watching as Eddie's hole gapes, clutching, as though desperate to keep him.
Steve rolls to his feet, bracing a foot against the bed, working his end of the dick deeper inside him, jerking his cock with his other hand, Eddie's eyes trained on his.
When he comes, he leans forward, adding his own mess to Eddie's. Breathing hard, and heavy.
Steve carefully removes the last of the bindings slowly. It's a process. A ritual. And Steve had to learn to go slow. His instincts want to untie him quickly, but Eddie prefers it to go slower, be more ritualistic, and Steve's learned to adapt to the pace of this.
Learned there's no rush. That Eddie's fine.
He gently rubs Eddie's wrists, checking his skin for any rope burns. He sees none, and feels pleased with himself. He's gotten good at this. Really good. And that pleases him, because it pleases Eddie.
Steve rubs out Eddie's muscles, checking for knots, for tightness, after being bound in the same position for a while.
Finding none, he holds him. Close to his chest, fingers grazing his skin.
Steve needs to soak. To relax, unwind.
"Bath?" Steve asks, an offer that Eddie sometimes accepts, and sometimes declines.
Tonight, Eddie nods, and Steve offers him both of his hands, helping him off the bed. Happy he's coming along.
Once the warm bath is full, Steve climbs in the tub and lets Eddie settle back against his chest, long hair tickling Steve's neck as he burrows close.
"Happy birthday," Steve says softly, and Eddie murmurs his thanks. Lips brushing Steve's neck. His jaw.
He's quiet in these moments. After. And that was the biggest learning curve Steve had, finding the confidence to believe that everything was a-okay, and that Eddie would be regular old Eddie in the morning. A barely contained tornado that shares space, a home, with Steve.
Steve closes his eyes. Enjoying the warm water. Enjoying Eddie. When Eddie chuckles, his back vibrates against Steve's chest.
"What?" Steve asks.
"Double your pleasure, double your fun," Eddie singsongs, and Steve chuckles, pressing his lips to the side of Eddie's head.
"Was it what you'd hoped?" Steve asks.
"More than," Eddie answers, pressing another kiss to Steve's damp skin.
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Perpetually single lavender marriage Stobin who never inform their dates that they're in a lavender marriage and instead just casually drop that they're married.
Their dates either (1) end abruptly, (2) end badly, (3) end in a conversation about threesomes (what?), or (4) ends because their date is way too into the idea of cheating.
Hindsight is 20/20.
These two have not made it to four because they don't seem to realize that they're doing this to themselves.
Honestly, it's Nancy's favorite topic of conversation when they do their monthly meet up. She could listen to these two bitch about their abysmal dating lives all day.
She made Jonathan promise not to tell them and to let them figure it out themselves (she hopes they never do).
Eddie finds a battered and beaten Steve Harrington wandering around in the wake of the mall fire and takes him home where it becomes apparent that (1) he's been drugged and (2) Eddie is in no way equip to handle this.
Eddie is gathering up any supplies he can find, watching him out of the corner of his eyes, "We doing okay, buddy?"
Steve breaks his staring contest with the middle distance, "Hey."
"Hey," Eddie echoes back.
"I know you like. You look up to me an' ev'thing," Steve slurs. "But don't. You're like - you're great."
Eddie just.
Eddie...
"What?"
"You're great," Steve repeats, insists, almost turns towards him but his ribs are broken. "You're great jusssssss' like you. Jus' the way you are."
"Um..." Eddie says. "Thanks? You wanna get cleaned up now?"
"Yes."
So.
Eddie walks over. He uses what supplies they have to clean, disinfect, and bandage this fallen...sailor. He's about done when Steve breaks his suddenly gains awareness and pulls back. He looks at Eddie and frowns, "Wait."
"What?"
"You're not Dustin," Steve says. "You're Eddie Munson. I waz talking to Dus'in. Where-"
"Just me, Harrington. It's just been me."
"Oh."
"Dus'in shouldn't change," Steve reiterated. "You should change."
Had a dream last night that they did another Stranger Things season and brought Eddie back because everyone was so mad he was actually dead. He was DM'ing Hellfire and living his best life
thinking about Steve running a First Date service where he basically sets the bar for what a first date should be like for people who've never been on dates before and are nervous/don't know what to expect. except it ends up turning into a Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo situation where the only people who request his services are outcasts who just... can't Get dates. eventually he takes Eddie out & falls in love, the end.
as always, if you wanna write this, go RIGHT ahead
OOOH you know what'd be even BETTER? if WAYNE was the one to set Eddie up on the date with Steve because he saw the guys Eddie was bringing home (he thinks he's sneaky but he's not) and worries that Eddie has low self-esteem and is only hooking up with sleazeballs bc that's all he thinks he deserves
LOCAL BAND AND RADIO HOSTS MAKE (AIR) WAVES IN CALIFORNIA: Corroded Coffin Interviewed by Hollywood Legend Casey Kasem of Top 40 Countdown Fame
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Prompt Day 27: Casey's Top 40 Countdown | Word Count: 920 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Steve | Pairing(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Corroded Coffin | Tags: post s5, corroded coffin make it big
In honour of this universe's 1st birthday, here's a little continuation, set somewhere around the end of part 3 (COMING SOON).
I would say "spoilers," but they obviously live happily ever after, this is me who's writing this.
Can be read independently, as part two to the original prompt, or as a set.
Members of Hawkins’ local band, Corroded Coffin, also known for their time as hosts of WSQK 94.5FM, were interviewed by Casey Kasem on Westwood One's weekly Top 40 Countdown this past Saturday, August 5th. After paying tribute to Argentinian heavy metal band, Logos, with their cover of the title track from their latest album, Industry of Power, lead singer Jeffrey Walkner, proudly announced a series of shows across the country that, at time of print, is nearly sold out.
Full story cont. on page 4.
The one where Steve's in the band. || Read part two from the beginning! || Part three (COMING SOON).
July 1989
The radio show, way back in ‘86, had been an exceptional cover.
In spite of the many bells and slide whistles (and sound effects and rubber chickens), it had been fun at the end of the day.
Even with Fast Hand's return to Hawkins after the big bad finally bit the dust, Corroded Coffin had somewhat claimed the basement. Jimmy had gone so far as to let the guys keep their individual radio shows, even if the timing had been shifted.
The heavier the music, the later you go, Jimmy had grumbled, arms crossed over his chest as he took prime and subprime timeslots away from them. And you- He'd pointed specifically to Steve as Eddie's eyes had narrowed protectively. Punk shit is exclusively after dark. You hear me?
The basement of WSQK, though less convenient than his own, had quickly become a gathering point.
Couldn't find someone from the band? Check the radio, or just start trekking to Jimmy's.
Without fail, someone was almost always there.
When Steve descended the stairs on a random Thursday night with a little extra pep in his step, Jeff glanced up, flashing him a smile. Steve returned his grin, dropping the envelope from his hand, into Jeff's lap.
“What's this?” Jeff asked, cocking his head to the side as he wedged open the somewhat ripped envelope.
“So,” Steve said, rounding the basement. “You guys know Robin-”
“I don't think so,” Gareth said, not looking away as he tried to balance one of his drumsticks against the tip of his finger. “Anyone know a Robin?”
Freak laughed.
Despite his smile, Eddie rolled his eyes.
Jeff's eyes went wide as he read. “Steve?”
“Our dear, sweet Robin,” Steve continued, crawling over the back of the couch on the opposing wall, settling between Freak and Eddie.
“Hey!” Eddie complained as Steve squished between them on the loveseat.
“Harrington, what the fuck?” Freak groaned, pushing him towards Eddie.
“So, Robin,” he continued loudly, exasperated as he sprawled out over Eddie.
“Yeah-” Jeff held up the letter, staring Steve down as he righted himself. “What did she do?”
Steve grinned, throwing his feet up on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankle. “She spent the last few weeks we've been on the road calling every radio station from Fast Hand’s rolodex.”
The room fell silent as everyone processed his words before they all started talking over each other.
“Wait, like-”
“Every radio station?”
“How many people would be stupid enough to take her call?”
Jeff grinned when he caught Steve's gaze. Excitedly, he waved the letter.
Steve nodded him on, throwing his arms over the back of the couch.
“We would like to thank you for your persistence and determination in this matter,” Jeff began.
“Oh, yeah, that sounds like your other half alright,” Freak mumbled, smirking.
“Upon due consideration, we have found an available position for airplay immediately following next week, Saturday, August 5th’s weekly Top 40 Countdown.”
The room fell into silence as they processed the letter.
Chaos followed.
“Immediately following the Top 40?” Gareth asked, eyes wide.
“We’re going to be on the radio?”
“Holy shit, we’re making the front page of the Post,” Freak said. “Which song did you con them into listening to?”
“Yeah, what'd you send ‘em?”
Steve grinned.
“Which song, Prince Charming?”
He reached into his pocket, wiggling a copy of the cassette free. He tossed it on the coffee table, watching the rest of the band lean forward.
Eddie turned to him with wide eyes.
Suddenly, they were all looking at him like he was crazy.
Gareth cleared his throat. “Harrington, this song nearly killed you.”
“Okay, I recorded us practicing a few months ago and Robin helped me splice a couple takes together until it sounded decent.”
“Splice?”
“Wait,” Jeff interrupted. “You read the part about the interview in goddamn California?”
“What interview?” Gareth asked as Eddie stood. Both of them scanned over Jeff’s shoulder before looking at Steve, wide eyed.
“There's an interview?” Freak bolted after them.
When they all looked up, Steve nodded quickly.
“It only says two people,” Gareth whined.
“Oh,” Steve said. “Yeah, that was before Robin and I called.”
They all watched him with baited breath.
“Only problem is they don't have enough chairs.”
“What?” Eddie asked, practically shrieking.
“It's okay. I mean,” Steve started. “I can stand.”
“I’ll bring one,” Eddie said, stumbling over his words as he laughed. “Fuck,” he said. “I'll sit on the damn floor, if I have to.”
“Me, too,” Freak agreed, grinning from ear to ear.
After a moment of stunned silence, the four of them locked eyes before turning back to Steve.
Steve barely had enough time to raise a brow before they all bolted for him, tackling him in a group hug. The couch groaned under their combined weight as Steve laughed.
“We're going to be on the radio!” Jeff said excitedly.
“Post Top 40, baby,” Eddie laughed.
“You’re insane, you bastard!” Freak yelled more or less in Steve's ear.
Despite the weight of four of his best friends pinning him to the couch, Steve smiled, pulling them closer.
They were going to be interviewed after the world heard them play.
They were going to be on the radio.
They were going to make it.
And they were going to do it together, just like they dreamed of.
Steve is staring. He feels like he’s always staring, these days. Like his eyes have betrayed him and have decided to make his stupid, annoying crush on the weirdest guy he knows painfully obvious.
It’s just that stupid guitar pick necklace.
He knows it’s cheap, has seen the way it leaves behind little green trails on Eddie’s neck if he forgets to take it off at night.
“You’re staring,” Robin says, chewing on a twizler she didn’t pay for. Eddie is perusing the horror section, again, probably gearing up to remind them of how dismal it is. He’s bent over at the waist, oversized shirt gaping at the neck, necklace spilling out to tangle with curly hair.
Does nickel taste good? Steve thinks it must.
He gives a non-commit grunt, not bothering to look her way. They’ve been over this too many times for him to try to deny it. He’s staring. He will continue to stare. His eyes might just fall out of his head.
Eddie walks up, the necklace tangled up, tugging at the left side of his neck, pulling the flesh tight, the bright red pick resting on his right shoulder. Will it leave a bruise? A little hickey for Steve to be jealous of?
“Blasphemy! A year and a half and still, no copy of The Evil Dead. I will be having words with Keith,” Eddie rants, arms flailing wildly.
Robin and Eddie go on and on, debating what makes a good movie for the millionth time. Their voices wade in and out, lost to Steve’s staring.
I’m going to get my hands on that necklace someday, I swear to God. I'll trade it for a ring if I have to.
Steve tries to buy Eddie everything. Eddie’s pride won’t let him. It all comes to a head over a set of guitar strings, and the truth comes out Eddie’s terrified of being in debt to the one person he can’t lose. Steve’s answer is simple “You don’t owe me anything. I just want you to have nice things.”
thinking about steddie childhood best friends. Steve's first day of kindergarten and he's feeling shy because his parents haven't put in the effort socialize him with any other kids. And now he's at school and all the other kids are running around and screaming and he's overwhelmed and wants to cry. But then he finds this first grader, Eddie, who is hanging out by himself by the fence and decides to approach him. Eddie welcomes Steve into whatever little solitary game he was playing and they get along right away. Steve is happy to be around someone who (at least outwardly) seems like he knows what's going on. And Eddie is happy that someone finally wants to play with him.
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